Billie's world has fallen apart. Then she meets London's most feared Frankie De Carlo. Two lost souls connect. She is the light to his darkness but she is... The Enemy's Daughter. The Red Tie family proves that blood doesn't make family, its the love and bonds you share. "𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖍𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊." 𝕳𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖎𝖊𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘 𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖞. "𝕴'𝖒 𝖌𝖑𝖆𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙." ♥️Follow me on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook for updates @thewriterlorren ♥️

Evil is looming on the horizon. Mathias can feel it. The rest of the pack senses it too. Their duty is to protect those who can't protect themselves, but how can they do that when the monsters they hunt are changing? After an increase in human disappearances, there's a string of sacrificial murders that all but confirm what they've feared most. Humanity's only hope is a young woman who has no idea that monsters even exist in this world. Cheyenne is human, or at least she thought she was. Until one night her entire life is ripped apart. With a knife to her throat, she comes to a frightening realization that her fantasies of the supernatural are a reality. Two broken souls come together in an unlikely pairing. Chasing away their personal demons to fight the real ones. -MATURE CONTENT- Contains explicit depictions of violence and sexual situations.

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

"Have you ever," I pause, "touched yourself, Baylor?" "Well of course I've touched myself," she says like I am crazy. I chuckle a little. "I mean have you ever touched yourself in between your legs? Have you ever made yourself feel good?" She looks confused, "N-no?" I lean in and whisper in her ear, "When you go to bed tonight, I want you to touch yourself in between your legs while you think of me. I want you to let yourself feel that and if you make any noises don't try to stop them okay?" "O-okay," I can practically feel her throbbing in my lap. *** Book Cover done by @_navyblueee_

Elsie has been tricked. As a result, everyone thinks she's an awful person and she is forced to attend Black Elm College, a disciplinary school. But little does she know about the school's very special way of working, including the fact that she'll be a sub and will have to listen to a dom. How will she deal with this sort of relationship, she who has never let anyone dominate her? ----------------------------Best Rankings---------------------------- #1 in Brat #3 in Bdsmrelationship #7 in Sir #1 in Kinky TW : Explicit content, BDSM, ... (full list inside) :)

Kevin and Sarah were step siblings that were super close growing up. Kevin had an obsession with her. Growing up he never thought anything of it. Kevin assumed that's how all siblings were and if they weren't who cares. Kevin did everything for Sarah. From brushing her hair, to picking her outfits, to cooking her food. Sarah was very dependent on Kevin. It was great in for Kevin and Sarah. That is until they were forced to separate due to their parents divorce. With Kevin gone Sarah had to become a lot more independent. She grew up and learned how to do things on her own. Kevin had also grown up and met a wonderful man named Richard. Richard and Kevin was happily married. There was one issue though. They were both very dominate. They both didn't care to submit to anyone. They tried looking for a third. A submissive/little. They wanted someone they can control all the time. Not just in the bedroom. Both Kevin and Sarah had never forgotten each other. Thinking about each other of the years. One night Sarah was at a bar with her friends. She was having fun dancing when she felt some eyes on her. She looked over and saw two men looking at her. With eye contact an old obsession is revived and a new is one is made. I am not that good at summaries. Sorry. Anything sexual happens when all characters are all legal adults.

"I-I should be heading to my room now." I told him not in anyway ready to face him. "Turn around." He instructed. "Your fiancee may w-wake up soon to use t-the bathroom or discover no ones t-there." This would definitely not be a good look. Stop stuttering, I mentally chanted. "She won't." Was his response. "Please, I must head back to my r-room." I informed him, it had already been too long since we were in the bathroom alone. "You won't be getting out of here until you comply with my instructions." He informed. What game was he playing! I obliged and did what he said slowly turning around with my eyes tightly. *********** Unedited! Exclusively signed to wattpad.

"My twin bosses want me... I am their toy." ❦ Ciara Nevera was a lonely woman. She didn't go on dates, or occasionally update her social media and dating sites. Burying herself in work at Armani Industries, she rarely had a social life. After receiving countless job offers when they got wind about her outstanding performance, she came to realize that she was receiving far less than deserved from her job. Ciara marched into her boss's office and demanded a promotion. She didn't expect her demands to be met with her falling to her knees and a c*ck at her lips. She especially didn't expect it not to be her boss at all, but his twin brother. How did she find out? Well, her actual boss slammed open the office door--so angry smoke was coming out his ears. But the story did not end there... why have one when you can have both?

When Kimberly's family can't afford to send her to Miami with the rest of her friends, she is forced to spend her spring break at the house of her father's friend, Julian Carter. Kimberly was not happy with the arrangement and prepared herself for a boring spring break. What she didn't expect though, was for Julian to be young, hot, and captivating. The sexual tension between the two came as a bonus. In the course of a few weeks, Julian will enlighten Kimberly and show her exactly what kinds of things happen under his roof. **WARNING: mature themes, swearing, lots of sex (as if that ever stopped anyone) Copyright © 2015 Nabi Chung. All rights reserved.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*