What happens when the monster in the house is your new stepsister? Liv Brooklyn's life fractures the moment her mother says yes to a man she barely knows. Nineteen years of familiarity are erased for a stranger, a new city, and a house that never feels safe. The man is almost a stranger. His children are worse. Liv learns quickly that this isn't a fresh start-it's a quiet trap. Torrey Newton is the worst of it. Twenty years old. Cold-blooded. A sadist behind perfect composure. Torrey doesn't raise her voice, doesn't need to. She breaks people slowly, deliberately. She has everything-money, influence, fear-everything except the one thing that still owns her thoughts: the girl who walked away and left her hollow. Maddy Longing. Her name alone is poison. Beautiful in a way that ruins lives. The kind of woman people warn you about after it's too late. To some, she's the cruelest human alive. To others, the most devastating lover they've ever touched. She leaves marks no one can see and scars no one admits to. And somehow, she never really leaves. When Liv meets her, she doesn't recognize the danger-only the pull. Torrey does. Now Liv is living in Torrey's house, breathing her air, and reaching for what was never meant to be hers. Desire turns into rivalry. Rivalry turns into obsession. And Maddy-always at the center-keeps dragging them back into the same dark orbit. Bound by a family they didn't choose and a woman who ruins them both, Liv and Torrey spiral-hurting each other, wanting the same thing, and finding that no matter how far they run, they always circle back. Some loves don't save you. They destroy you slowly-and enjoy it.

|| Reverse Harem || 18+ || MMFM || Valarie's life revolves around two things: work and sleep. As a dedicated nurse at Silvercrest Medical Center, her world is a relentless cycle of double shifts, quick naps, and more double shifts. But when her love life takes an unexpected twist, Valarie's carefully controlled routine is thrown into chaos. Suddenly, she finds herself caught between three very different men, each vying for her attention. Declan, the charming and protective cop who always seems to be in the right place at the right time. Adrian, the intense and bullheaded doctor who challenges her in ways she never expected. And Elias, the irresistibly playful former patient who sees her in a way no one else does. Balancing work, sleep, and an increasingly complicated love life, Valarie is about to find out just how unpredictable life-and love-can be. [[FORMALLY CALLED ORDERLY]]

This is Book One in "The Wars of Ivory White" series and it is COMPLETE!!! Thrust into an unknown world that had only lived in myth, Tracy Evans finds herself mated to a werewolf, Protector of innocents, and on the hit list of an ancient witch. Excerpt: "I am not property." Tracy said calmly hiding the break in her heart and the pain in her chest, "I refused to be used." Jonathan put one hand against a bookcase and placed another behind her. Crowding Tracy against the shelves he growled, "I own you." "Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written anywhere." Tracy said with heavy sarcasm. His delicious scent tickled her nose and his heat drew her body but she held firm refusing to melt into him. Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her neck. He traced a large finger over the spot where a mate's mark would be placed causing her to shiver. "That can be rectified." he said seductively. "Try it and I'll muzzle you." Tracy snapped. Jonathan's green eyes darkened to almost black at her denial. He grabbed her by her throat, elongating his teeth. Tracy chuckled causing his eyes to snap to hers. "You shouldn't have done that." she said as her clear grey eyes turned to burning silver, "You really shouldn't have."

"He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him... or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection." ✦ ⚠️WARNING ⚠️ This story is going to have a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes so if you can't handle that than please leave because rude comments will be deleted. ‼️This book will also have mentions of suicide‼️ ❗️I don't own any rights to the pictures or quotes in my story❗️

❝Book 1 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series He spreads my folds wide, his hungry mouth latching onto my clit, sucking hard and licking expertly. My hips move on their own, riding his face as soft whimpers escape me. Just when I think I can't take any more, he shoves three fingers inside my dripping pussy, stretching me in ways that make my head spin. My walls squeeze tightly around his digits and I grind against his hand, causing Luciano to slap my thigh. "Stay still." He commands. "Luciano, please," I plead, my voice shaky. "I can't take it anymore." "So fucking needy," he mutters, his breath hot against my folds. "Richard's a heavy sleeper, so I want to hear you scream for me while I'm eating this delicious pussy, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢.❞ *** 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬, a 18-year-old with a gentle nature, has always been the apple of her dad's eye. Growing up under his love and the protective shadow of his best friend, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, Paris felt safe and adored. Luciano was like a second father to her, or at least that's what she told herself for years. At 14, Paris' feelings shifted. What began as innocent affection deepened into a forbidden crush. She tried to bury it, telling herself it was wrong, but the emotions only grew stronger, turning into an all-consuming obsession. Now, four years later, with her father away on a business trip, Paris finds it harder than ever to hide her feelings, especially when alone with Luciano. But little does she know, Luciano, the man she idolized for so long, also has a secret obsession with her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: August 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: December 16-24 #1 Older - September 22-24 #1 Italian - October 20-24 #1 Oldermen - October 22-24 #1 Adult - November 15-24 #1 Daddyissues - January 04-25 #1 Forbiddenromance - January 04-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

Evelyn Hensley has a good life.. her mother and father are her whole world and school just finished and she just got accepted into her dream college. her and her friend goes out for a night of clubbing. she ends up in someone's bed. she doesn't know what to do so she runs. she only knows his first name. she feels guilty about it. she dont know who that man was and what he was capable of. after sleeping with her he just knew she was his. he wanted her and he was gonna have her the hardest thing evelyn has to do is move away from her parents.. they were her life. she heads to college and finds out one of the teachers is the man she slept with.. did he forget about her? alot of secrets are uncovered in the book. her life was about to become an rollercoaster Started July 25th 2022 ended April 7th 2023

Rory Vale does not forgive. Not the town that watched. Not the track that kept racing. Not the boy who crawled out of a wreck someone else died in. Two years ago, something happened under the lights at Red Hollow Speedway, and everyone left with blood in their mouths and their own version of the truth. Everyone except the one who never got to leave at all. Since then, Rory has learned how to make grief mean. She wears it in her sharp tongue, her bruised knuckles, and the way people step back when she walks into a room. She does not cry pretty. She does not break softly. She survives ugly. And Cole Falcon? He is the name she spits like a curse. The rival. The survivor. The mistake the whole town still can't stop talking about. He should have stayed buried in the same night that ruined her. But Cole comes back anyway, grease-stained and quiet, wearing guilt like it was sewn into his skin. He looks at Rory like he knows exactly where she hurts. Like he knows hate is only hunger with its teeth bared. She should stay away from him. She should want him gone. She should not notice his hands, his mouth, or the way he stops himself from touching her like restraint is the last decent thing he has left. But Red Hollow is full of engines, rumors, and ghosts that don't know how to stay dead. And the closer Rory gets to the man she swore she hated, the harder it becomes to tell if she wants to destroy him- or let him ruin her right back. A dark small-town dirt track romance about grief, guilt, dirty rumors, forbidden want, and the kind of love that doesn't save you clean. It wrecks you first.

Three years ago, Clara vanished without a trace. Raised alongside five dangerously protective boys from mafia families tied together through blood and business, she spent her entire life trapped in their world of violence, loyalty, and obsession. What started as childhood friendship slowly turned into something darker as they grew older-possessive touches, jealous fights, and the terrifying realization that none of them planned to ever let her go. So at sixteen, she ran. Now nineteen, Clara lives quietly in a small town under a fake name, working double shifts at a rundown diner and trying to forget the life she left behind. But some people don't stop searching. And one stormy night, the bell above the diner door rings- and all five of them walk back into her life.

She ran to disappear. He found her to possess. Now, she doesn't want to be saved... She wants to be kept. Wren was broken, bleeding, and ready to vanish when he found her in the woods. Callum... the quiet stranger with shadows in his eyes and monsters in his head. He took her in, locked her away, and promised she'd never belong to anyone else again. But Callum isn't alone in his mind. And Cain doesn't ask. Cain takes. As her innocence rots beneath their touch, Wren begins to crave the unthinkable, pain, control, devotion so twisted it borders on worship. In their cabin of secrets and scars, love isn't tender. It's brutal. Consuming. Addictive. She should run. She won't. Because she's not his prisoner. She's his doll. His obsession. His perfect little ruin. _______________ Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤 All photos are taken from Pinterest 🔗