❝𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.❞ In which a streamer gets and his viewer get entangled. || MATURE CONTENT || All rights reserved. kingkatewrites Cover by vanillalust

{TAKEN DOWN FOR PUBLISHING} Join the discord to know more/read the last chapter for the announcement. Discord link on my bio. +18 MATURE CONTENT "Even The Wicked Needs Love." ELIO MARINO, also known as IL MALVAGIO 'The Wicked' is a man whose presence alone is enough to evoke a silence more sinister than the one from a graveyard. Nothing could shake him, or so he believed. ZAHRA FAIZAN was trouble. Growing up with men who treated bullets like sugar cubes, she has risen from the streets and created the most notorious gang of thieves in the whole of Italy, but after a job gone wrong, she finds herself and her crew held captive by The Wicked, and she would do just about anything to take advantage of it. Even if it was as foolish as performing the biggest heist her gang has ever gotten to dream of. Little did she know she was about to be thrust right into a wicked world, wicked than the one she had once known. Could she tame the wicked and bring him to his ruin? Or tame him and keep him to herself? After all, even the wicked needs love.

"Daddy?" "No, he is not your da-" "Well hello, there little baby." ❀❀❀ Phoebe and her daughter Echo were an interesting pair. Always clinging to each other and whatnot. Phoebe couldn't go a day without her little Echo, and Echo couldn't go a day without her tiny mommy. Zameer was a very stern professor. It's always just been him and him alone. He loved the feeling of higher power and the cold demeanor he holds. When Phoebe is put in Zameers psychology class, the attraction cannot be denied between the two. What happens when Zameer finds out about Little Echo? Will he become the father figure that she's been missing in her life, or will he reject both Phoebe and Echo and go back to his sharp demeanor. *NO SMUT* Completed 12/14/2024

Sara expected to meet fellow bibliophiles and hearty conversations about prose and reading when she joined a local book club. Fueled with caffeine and passionate talks, she became well acquainted with her new bookoholic friends, especially with Dominic, the man with midnight raven hair and oceanic blue eyes whose charm worked on her like black magic. Though she only intended to bond platonically, she couldn't help but reciprocate his flirtatious glances and sexual innuendos when she thought no one noticed. As she found herself stuck between her poor attempt at surviving her failing relationship and her profound desire for her hot, persuasive writer, she couldn't say no when he made a generous offer she's more than willing to compromise: private writing sessions at his place. ⚠ content/trigger warning: contains mature content, sexual assault, self-harm, mentions of ED, cursing, alcohol/drugs use, emotional abuse & cheating

She breaks down computer programs. He breaks into her house. Neither are adept for romance, and yet that's exactly what they find one eventful night.

{For those who HATE student/teacher stories, TRY THIS ONE ANYWAYS. I dare you to read it and say it was a waste of time} Alice 'Ace' Spade had fled her horrible foster family by the time she was sixteen and found a way to survive by dancing in a sleazy strip club. One night a man named Malcolm is brought in by his friends and Ace and Mal hit it off. Until the cops crash the club and discover that Ace is only seventeen and a runaway. They force her back to school and back to the foster family that abused her. Her only solace is that Malcolm is now her teacher and sometimes protector. But what happens when they still have powerful chemistry and a growing affection towards each other?

Mia is a massage therapist, and Damien is a physical therapist. Damien brings in a client for a massage, and Mia catches his eye. Despite Mia tuning him down repeatedly, Damien is determined to convince her to go on a date with him. Mia has tried to date after Liam, but it always ends the same way. They find out about Isabelle, and they never call back. Is she willing to try again with Damien? Or is it easier to just stay alone and not risk the heartbreak. #1 - Passionate #1 - Mature #1 - Stephen James #1 - Mother #1 - Sexy #2 - Ex Boyfriend #2 - Daughter Reader comments: "This has to be one of my favorite Wattpad stories to date. I want to find more stories like this, but this is one of a kind" @MegAsAHatter "This book was great.... very well written and I would highly recommend this book to anyone who loves RomComs. I really enjoyed reading it. I definitely felt the emotions from each character. Great job to the author 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾💕💕💕" @tationa1 "Great Story!!! I absolutely will be rereading this story over and over again! Hard to find good ones and this is one of them!! Keep up the good work!!<3" @Rinaota109 BOOK COMPLETED: September 15th, 2020

"Stop fighting it so much Ari, I know you want me just as much as I want you." His lustful voice was like a whisper, his hot breath caressing my face as his dark blue eyes captured mine. Everything screamed at me to give into him, open my mouth and let him devour it hungrily, dig my hands into his hair and pull hard while his fingers ravage me. I declined, I knew better. I pushed him off. "Stop it, I am your bodyguard Stephano, not some whore you can use to satisfy your needs. I am here to guard you, not suck you, or fuck you!" I screamed into his handsome face walking out quickly before I loose it and kiss him hard. It's a war... Who will win? Warning: unedited, contains violence, mature language, a bit of cringe... just a tiny little bit of embarrassing scenarios and it's not cliche!

Relief. It's what I feel when the cancer finally kills me. I wake up and it feels like I can finally breathe, finally think about something other than my impending doom. Except that it's scorching hot, my boobs are out and there's red as far as the eye can see. I'm in hell. And people in hell - they aren't very nice. I find out just how not nice they are when day one I'm enslaved. I don't know what happens or even if I can die in hell. But with new energy and a revived appetite, I fight to survive and end up swearing unwavering fealty to Kendry the Gate, the Unjust, the Vicious. He's bitter, controlling, arrogant - and I think he's been here a really long time. He's also beautiful, oddly funny. Lonely. We're just trying to survive. Scavenging for food, uncovering assassins, trying to pull normalcy into hell. We don't mix. He's killed more men than I can count and I - I don't think I even belong here. But we stick together and I find myself wondering if maybe I got sent here just for him as I lie awake thinking of him. His eyes, his lips, his touch. Then he tells me the truth. Turns out there are cold days in hell.

[Edited] "You had to be extremely low on cash to wank into a cup for it," Dani sneered, feeling like a vindictive bully in a playground. But Carlo deserved it. She felt the first sharp stab of fear that went through her heart when Carlo looked at her with thunder in his eyes. "What are you going to do now? Kill me?" she continued. Fingering the 9mm in her back pocket, she remembered that she'd never even shot the damn thing, despite her brothers' pleas to teach her. Carlo's shadow blanketed her. "Kill you?" His brow furrowed. "Do you really think that lowly of me, cara? I'm wounded." "Then what the hell do you want?" His face flashed with a look she barely recognised - pure arousal. Even when he reached out and pulled her to him, she could feel it. "I realised that the mother of my child is more of a spitfire than I thought." His lips brushed her earlobe. "Call me a pyromaniac." *cover by @bullethood*