Harlow Nightingale is used to getting under people's skin-brilliant, reckless, and a little too mouthy for her own good. At twenty-one, she's studying psychology at Oxford, more interested in testing boundaries than respecting them. But when she crosses paths with Professor Ainsley Beaumont, everything changes. Dr. Beaumont is cold. Controlled. Dangerous. A woman who doesn't just teach the mind-she owns it. What starts as a disciplinary warning turns into something far more twisted. Harlow is curious. Ainsley is merciless. Every punishment is precise. Every word is calculated. And every time Harlow swears it's the last, she finds herself crawling back-hungry for the praise, the pain, the pull of being completely undone. Their connection is wrong. Toxic. Unforgivable. But Harlow's never felt more seen. Or more owned. And surrender never looked so sweet.

"¿Estás bien?" Hermione logró preguntar. Solo había visto una Veela transformada de lejos en el Mundial de Quidditch, pero verla de cerca debería haberla aterrorizado. Estaba segura de que esas garras podrían cortarle la piel fácilmente, pero no había ira en su postura, sino más bien una resignada derrota que se aferraba a sus hombros, antaño orgullosos. La Veela se giró, sus ojos azul grisáceos la observaron y parecían igualmente sorprendidos de verla. "No me siento bien", las palabras en francés la invadieron con un tono mucho más áspero que el habitual tono cadencioso de Fleur. Aunque no sonaba tan torpe como cuando hablaba en inglés, aun así cambió el tono de sus palabras. "¿Estás bien?" Hermione logró preguntar. Solo había visto una Veela transformada de lejos en el Mundial de Quidditch, pero verla de cerca debería haberla aterrorizado. Estaba segura de que esas garras podrían cortarle la piel fácilmente, pero no había ira en su postura, sino más bien una resignada derrota que se aferraba a sus hombros, antaño orgullosos. La Veela se giró, sus ojos azul grisáceos la observaron y parecían igualmente sorprendidos de verla. "No me siento bien", las palabras en francés la invadieron con un tono mucho más áspero que el habitual tono cadencioso de Fleur. Aunque no sonaba tan torpe como cuando hablaba en inglés, aun así cambió el tono de sus palabras. Esto es solo una TRADUCCIÓN, Todos Los Derechos a:seritha

"Sean Henderson, please stand for your sentence," the woman told me. She didn't sound like she even cared whether I lived or died. She looked at me, as I stood, with uncaring eyes, as if she had seen too many people like me and had so many other, more important things to do rather than deal with a little case like mine. If she didn't care so much, though, she should have just freed me. "You have been charged for twenty-three counts of petty theft. Normally, you would be put in a normal prison to live out a sentence of five years," she sighed and sifted through her paperwork. "However, it seems like the Rehabilitation Center for the Misguided has taken an interest in you." "What's that?" "The Rehabilitation Center for Misguided takes males from age 18-25 and rehabilitates them into civilized people using Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadism and Masochism. If you decide to choose to be with them, your sentence will be cut in half, and you will only be in the rehabilitation center for two and a half years." Two and a half years versus five? I didn't even know what she was talking about, but whatever it was had to be better than five years in prison. "I'll do that then," I said. "Pfft," one of the guards next to me smirked. "Have fun finding your Daddy." #1 in Master Dec 9 2022 #11in babyboy Jan 16 2023 #11 in gay romance rankings November, 11, 2022. Reached #22 in gay ranking at one point #14 in malexmale on October6, 6, 2023 DISCLAIMERS This book may contain, violent, sexual, and disturbing scenes. Viewer discretion is advised. Mature themes, smoking and drinking. All pictures and or video/music are not mine and found on the internet.

They called her a monster. They never saw her break. After centuries of silence, Medusa lives alone in a forest of stone-haunted by gods, hunted by men, and burdened by a curse that turns love into ash. Her name, once sacred, is now a warning whispered in fear. But everything begins to change the day a blind witch named Nyxara steps into her world. Nyxara has survived exile, rejection, and a magic that heals as easily as it kills. She was cast out for being too dangerous, too different, too queer-and yet, the goddess Selene gave her a name, a purpose, and a vision: Find the Gorgon. Teach her she is not broken. As Medusa and Nyxara grow closer, so do the eyes of the gods. Selene watches with quiet pride. Athena watches with unraveling fury. And Medusa must decide if she can rewrite her story-not as a monster, but as a woman who survived the divine and still dared to love. A story of myth reclaimed, trauma unbound, and love powerful enough to turn stone into flesh again. DISCLAIMER: the story of Medusa that we all know and love is not from Greek mythology. This book is not inspired by Greek mythology. It is inspired by the poet Ovid that made a book named metamorphosis in the Roman mythology which told the tale of Medusa where she was born a human died of Gorgon please do not confuse the two. In the Greek mythology Medusa was born in Gorgon died of Gorgon she was part of the three sisters born to a sea deity she had no background nothing she was only known for having snakes for hair. In Roman mythology the poet Ovid dove in into her story with his own imagination which is a big part of the reason why she is always shown as a monster and not a survivor please remember that. Love you all

I was too young to remember when the world finally fell. I grew up out here, living off the wilderness and content to survive the rest of my life in solace. Don't get me wrong, it was dangerous. It is dangerous for a woman to be alone out here. I never needed anyone. Until my little woodland paradise was torn down, and I was chased out of it, right into the arms of the three women I'd worked my hardest to avoid crossing paths with. The Savage Sisters. Aka: Sable Savage. Arielle Davenport. And Lucille Winter. Not related by blood, but bound by it all the same. Beautiful, terrible, and ferocious, they traversed the ruined cities like wriaths, cutting down all who oppose them. I knew I was a gonner the second I slammed into Sable's back, and ended up on my own half a second later. Yeah, buckle up, because this is fixing to be a wild ride. !! THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROBABLY NOT SUITABLE FOR INDIVIDUALS UNDER THE AGE OF 16 !!

Victoria Arnault was a paralegal when she first met Cassandra Laurent at the emergency room long ago. When the curtain revealed the redheaded intern, Victoria immediately knew that she was her mate. Things were tough at the beginning, considering both of them being alphas. The constant fight of dominance being their biggest issue. But things got better as the years go by. Now, both of them are living their dreams. Victoria, now a lawyer, has her own law firm. Cassandra is now known as one of the best surgeons in the city. Married to each other, life was perfect. At least that's what they thought before they found their omega. Phoebe Walters never thought that her life would turn out like this. Everything went spiraling down after her mother died. Now, all her father does is drink and yell at her. Between her studies and her job, she finally had to drop out of school and wait tables full time, just so she can survive. Phoebe was alone. She had no one, no family, no friends, and no mate. She was ready to end it all, to finally let go, when she finally met her mates. This story may contain F/F/F relationship, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, intersex characters, legal age gap, minor violence, and possible smut on later chapters.

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.

Serenth Lewis is a young woman in her final year of law school. She managed to land an internship at one of the most prestigious firms. Ambitious and confident, she does everything she can to keep her personal life from interfering with her future career as a lawyer. But beneath the strong image and confidence she projects, Serenth is caught in the grip of her father's manipulation and abuse. Liliane Larris is a cold woman who is the CEO of the law firm. She shows no emotion, neither in her face nor in her actions. She is used to keeping everything under control : her posture, her behavior, her secrets. That is, until Serenth walks into her life, shattering her carefully constructed world and awakening emotions she believed she no longer possessed. If there are spelling mistakes, Sorry. 🚬

Eteri Leclerc is twenty-five, newly hired, and already a little too curious for her own good. Brought on as a communications strategist, she's clever, persuasive, charming even in difficult rooms. Reading tone, subtext, body language - it's what she does. But nothing prepares her for Celeste Fairbourne. Celeste is thirty-eight. One of five division directors at Celeva Biotech. Clinical. Untouchable. Sharp enough to draw blood without raising her voice. Her work in public health strategy has made her powerful; her presence makes people sit straighter. Some call her brilliant. Others, cold. Everyone's careful around her. The first time they meet, Celeste barely looks at her. A flicker of disinterest. It should've ended there - but something makes Celeste turn back. It's slow - until it isn't. One always pulls away. The other always follows. Celeste knows better than to get involved with someone like Eteri - warm, young, obvious. Eteri knows better than to want someone like Celeste - composed, calculating, dangerous. But restraint only lasts so long. What begins as controlled becomes obsessive. What starts in the boardroom ends between tangled sheets. Celeste never promised love. But she gives Eteri pleasure, power, ruin - in equal measure. This is a story about women who wield control until they lose it. About dominance, submission, and everything in between. About soft mouths and sharper rules. Welcome to Project Leclerc. She wasn't supposed to matter. But she did. 𓍼 This is adult fiction intended for a mature audience. It contains: graphic sexual content, emotionally complex power dynamics, an age gap, themes of control and obsession, manipulation, and a slow-burn connection that becomes dangerously addictive. If that's not for you - don't read it. All rights reserved to the author. © @womanonthehill

Grace's life was built on a lie. Her father's business? A front. His wealth? Bloodstained. When the government catches wind of his shady dealings with a criminal group, everything is seized-money, home, status. And just like that, Grace is left with nothing. Then her father dies. Now homeless and hunted by dangerous men her father couldn't pay back, Grace is on her own. She's scared, hungry, and slipping-mentally and emotionally. She doesn't want to be big anymore. She doesn't know how to be. Then she meets Molly. Molly offers safety. Routine. A warm blanket, gentle words, a bottle in the night. In a world that's cold and cruel, Molly gives Grace a space to be small again-to regress, to rest, to heal. But the men her father crossed haven't forgotten Grace. And they don't care how little she feels.