SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

• MATURE STORY • Sydney couldn't help but give her best friend curious eyes after that encounter, watching the stunning man walk away from the corner of her eyes. She saw how he stopped to stare at her best friend. "Care to explain?" she asked, a small smile beginning to erupt. "We're just friends, barely friends even." Grace told Sydney. "But 'just friends' don't look at each other like that, Grace." ♡♡♡♡♡ Grace Sinclair is a sweet, gentle, florist. She owns her own little flower boutique named 'Daisy-Chains'. Ares is the War of God, he's the James Dean of Olympus, angry eyes and deliciously sinful. Zeus, his father, has had enough, demanding for Ares to start acting like the God that he is, Zeus demands marriage, preferably with Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. Ares decides to pull a classic move on the day of his wedding, 'the run away Groom'. He soon finds himself down on earth in a small little flower store where he meets the temptress he had no idea he'd been waiting for. Grace knows Ares is devastatingly handsome, charming and confident. He is also a conceited, hedonistic playboy, who knows no boundaries. Grace desperately does not want to be attracted to him, but she can't control the overwhelming effect he has on her. Every instinct is telling her to run, to protect herself, so she does, but Ares is not so willing to let her go. He wants her and is determined to have her. She knows she's heading for heartbreak, but how can she run when he won't let her? ♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm going to ruin you. I"ll be your first, and I'll fuck you so thoroughly that I'll be your last, too. You won't want any other man after I've gotten my hands on you. Every last inch of you. You're mine." "I hate you!" she screamed, her eyes lighten with a fierce rage, tears streaming down her face, her fists throwing themselves at his chest repeatedly. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." she cried. "S'agapo." he whispered, gently wiping her tears away.

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

Maison has spent most of her life living a lie, alone and running. Running from her past. But when news spreads in her home town, she packs her life up and runs, anywhere, and preferably something small. When she stumbles upon Wisteria cove, she searches for a place to stay, falling no where else but in a house with two men. Dominant, best friends, and beautiful, River and Larson are the kind of men who don't take no for an answer, and when they want something... they get it. With already having all the trauma and pain in her life, it's probably best if she stays away... The only question is if they'll let her. 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 "you were brought to us for a reason, angel. I'd be damned if i let you get away that easily." "you're beautiful, sunshine. Like a delicate pink rose." 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 Ongoing!

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. A harmless Ouija board game turns deadly when they awaken something ancient-something that chooses her. Zane isn't a ghost. He's something older. Darker. Possessive. Twisted. After centuries in the underworld, it's his turn to claim a soul. But he doesn't just want Aria's body-he wants everything. Her friends begin disappearing one by one, and she starts to feel him not only watching... but living inside her. He's obsessive. She's his tether. And he'll kill anyone who touches what's his. But the scariest part? Aria doesn't want to let him go. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

BULLY ROMANCE ______________ Angelica Wrath was everything her name said she was. Innocent. Sweet. A Daddy's Girl. Pure. A Virgin. Never touched. Never Kissed. Never fucked. All because her father was the Deputy Headmaster and Head of Discipline at the most prestigious private schools in England. She was no one, to anyone. Except to Damien Richards. Noble. Billionaire. Heir to a line of wealth and fame and the best Fly-Half Abernathy College had ever seen. He was treated like a God. The only person he ever had a problem was with the little angel of General Wrath herself. Because there was only room for one person to be perfect in this school and it was Damien. For six years Angelica has lived through constant unrelenting torment from the golden boy, the one who no one believed would hurt a fly. She had no idea, Damien had been caught in her web all along. Maybe Angelica was the Monster his parents always warned him about. His little monster. ______________ #1st in sexy #1st in boardingschool #1st in Goodgirlsarebadgirlsthathaventbeencaught #1st in Old Money #1st in bullyromance #1st in goodgirlsarebadgirls ______________ NO SMUT WARNINGS BUT LOADS OF SMUT (some dub-con scenes) SET IN ENGLAND UPPER SIXTH = 17&18 MESS, CHAOTIC AND QUESTIONABLE DECISIONS MADE, READ WITH CAUTION.

"Why did you avoid us and I know it wasn't just because you wanted to be a brat" I look before looking back up at him. "Look you guys are the hottest boys in the school I'm never gonna believe you want to be with me. No matter how much I've fallen for you lot" I say while staring into his eyes having to crane my neck as this boy is a giraffe. "Babygirl I get what I want and I want you, we want you" he says while stepping toward me voice low almost putting me in a trance.

I love you, Aria. You look so pretty in pink. Stop ignoring me, princess. Playing hard to get, I see. I hate it when you braid your hair. Stop biting your lips you'll hurt yourself. The messages flash one after another on my screen, each one making my chest tighten and my hands tremble. My phone buzzes again, the vibration rattling against the nightstand like it's mocking me. I can't bear to read another word. I throw it onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow, my tears soaking through the fabric before I can stop them. I want it to stop. I want them to stop. It's been like this for months an endless stream of messages that swing between sweet and suffocating, between playful and threatening. And every day, I feel the invisible noose tightening. I'm scared. I'm so scared. I can't tell my dad. He already has enough to deal with especially with no heir to take over his business yet. I can't be another problem on his plate. But the truth is, I'm drowning. The worst part? I have no idea who it is. No face to match the words that haunt me. No name to put to the shadow that's watching me. But I know one thing for sure... He is not going to stop. And I can't handle living like this anymore...

"If i wear a maid suit you'll give me pussy?" "Yep"I said smiling He nodded signing the agreement i made. "No running and calling me daddy even in front of my friends and your friend. And no teasing me"he proceeded "Deal"I said shaking his hand and signing my part of the paper agreement. JANUARY 25-FEBRUARY 2 Book was written when I was 15 years old so like be aware of cringe😀