I wasn't supposed to fall apart that night. After catching my boyfriend cheating, I made one reckless decision - a night with a mysterious stranger whose name I never even asked. I thought it would be nothing more than a mistake. Just one night. Just one secret. But two months later, two pink lines change everything. And the father of my baby... Is a man who doesn't even know my name. Follow to discover Lena and Adrian's story.

"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

Arav×Isha 💀 He saw me on the metro. Just once. That was all it took. I didn't even notice him. But he remembered everything . Two weeks later, I woke up in a bridal saree, sindoor in my hair, and a mangalsutra around my neck. No pheras. No promises. Just a forced marriage... and a door that wouldn't open. "You're mine now," he whispered. "Even if you hate me for it." I tried to run. More than once. But he always found me. And every time I left, something inside me shattered louder than the door I slammed. I told myself I didn't love him. I swore I hated him. But then... Why does it ache more to leave him... than to stay with my captor? ------------- Honestly, this is my first story. Good or bad, both responses are highly appreciated. 🏆1 in #captive (30/06/2025) 🏆 1 in #touchherandyoudie (28/7/2025) 🏆 2 in #dominace

Jenna Howard is not your regular 19 year old. She's been by herself since she was just 5 years old. After being dropped off at an orphanage when she was little she has had to fend for herself ever since. Now 14 years later she works 2 jobs just to make ends meet. Life was not how Jenna thought it would be, she never imagined not having a loving family or that she'd be by herself the rest of her life. But one day at work she meets millionaire Liam Stanford who suddenly wants to her to be his wife but with a catch. She will be his wife for 1 year then after that year they will part ways with her getting a million dollars and never seeing the him again. As she starts to get to know Liam she realizes he isn't what he seems, there is more to the millionaire than he lets on. With two different worlds coming together will they both leave this deal unscathed or will they both end up falling for each other? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Cover made by the amazing @QueenDisneyBiatch Finished as of September 15th, 2016! Highest rank in Romance # 1

Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

"Please," I begged pulling on the man's arm that was wrapped around my torso, pressing me to him. I wanted nothing more then to be freed of his grasp."Please don't hurt me." "Shhhhhh," He whispered gently in my ear, "It'll only hurt for a second." "Dad please!" I yelled out for help, but it was too late. As soon as the words escaped my mouth his canines were deep in my neck. I flinched in pain as my neck began to burn. It was like he poured gasoline all over me and set my body on fire. ---- Octavia never thought she'd be ripped away from the only thing she new, family, but when she is she's force to adapt to a new pack and a cruel mate. Ajax didn't have the intention to forcefully mark this young girl. So then why did he? Find out in, "Forcefully Mated To Him."

" You'll have to warm my bed every single night, you will always be available for me. And during this period you will not come in contact with any men- " Mr. Noah puts out his conditions, his voice emitting authority. " I'm not in a relationship with anyone so I won't be having sex with anyone except you, you can trust me on that one. " I reply quickly. " Oh no sweetheart, I'm not talking about that. You will not talk to any man or come in contact with them, as long as you are my mistress. You see I am a bit possessive of my things. " He says with an evil glint in his eyes, standing awfully close to me. " I'm not a thing but a human being. " I object. " Doesn't matter now. You're body is my property for the entire month. " He replies carelessly. " As I was saying, you'll be my mistress and work for me in this office at the same time. You'll be my personal secretary. Make coffee, fetch me lunch and so on." He states. " And one more thing waitress, I hate disobedience and disrespect. Make sure you have no trace of that when appearing in front of me or else I'll make you hate your exiatance." He threatens, who does he think of himself to be, God? I just nod to his unfair demands, this is more like slavery. But what other choice do I have? Emma is an 18 year old girl, struggling to make ends meet. She does part time jobs to take care of her little brother Tim. In dire need of money she ends up blackmailing the business tycon, Noah Enrique. The most ruthless billionaire. Noah traps Emma in his claws and offers her to become his mistress. Having no choice left, she takes the offer. But this is only the starting of her misery as Noah wants to make Emma's life hard for trying to defame him. He wants to teach Emma a lesson as to why people are scared of him in the first place. She made a mistake, and now she has to pay for it. Read on to find how the story unfolds.

(Completed) Carrying the bag pack, I run. I run from the man I love. The man who is the father of my unborn children. I brush past the security check, giving my ticket to the girl sitting outside the entry of the plane. She smiles at me. Fake. I smile back and pull the ticket from her outstretched hand, and rush to the entrance of the plane. That's weird. The whole plane is empty. I turn back, and there he is. Adrian Donati, my husband, the love of my life. "Please don't stop on my account." He says pinning me with his piercing greys. I look around. Escape tattooed in my brain. But I find none. "What did you think, that you could run from me and take my children with you?" He says getting up as he buttons his suit jacket. "They are not yours. You lost any right over them when you left me at the altar. Now they're just mine." I say, all sense leaving me. "Oh I got all rights over them, since the day my sperm made them up. And kitten, you're still my wife remember. This is not over." He says walking close to me. Way too close. Pulling me close by my waist, he rests his head on the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin ever so lightly as he speaks. "Quit running from me and come home. You're straining yourself and my children." He says as if it is the most normal thing to do. Savannah Greene. Hot-headed girl, whose seen her adoptive parents die right before her. All she wants in life is a good future for her adoptive brother Jackson, and freedom from her abusive aunt, Maria. Adrian Donati. Man of power and control. Has looks that can make you drop your panties. And gets what he wants, by hook or crook. And he loves his company above all. When these two meet, electricity cracks and sparks fly. Lips meet, hearts break, and profanities fly. But in the end will love save them both? Book one of the Billionaire Bad Boy Series. (Contains mature scenes and swearing.) #1 Ceo 21 October 2018 Copyright ©️ Eleanor Wilson.

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.