office romance meets age regression. Ashley was categorised a year ago, as a little. but her assignment didn't go well. Ashley ended up pushing her category away, putting a stop to any regression. but what happens when she meets Chris? a soft dom with the biggest heart, and wallet.

A broken girl. A quiet town that keeps too many secrets. And a man she should've never wanted. Her stepfather. Older. Off-limits. But sometimes, the heart wants what it shouldn't ︎❦ Dixon Norcross shouldn't be the one I reach for. He shouldn't be the one who makes me feel safe. But he's nice, stable, and the only thing in the world that doesn't seem to be slipping through my fingers. And I realize I shouldn't look at him like this. I know he should not look back. But Dixon has a secret that is strong enough to shatter the fragile thing we've built. And I won't know if it's too late or if I should run when I eventually find out the truth.

WARNING this contain sensitive topics including *eating disorders* *abuse* *self-harm* This is a story includes little space if you have a problem don't read it Lauren is 15 about to turn 16 The state makes you take a test when you turn 16 so see what category you are in - dom - sub - caregiver - little - neutral Lauren always assumed she would be a sub. But everyone else assumed what she would actually be. But what will happen when she slips for the first time right before she supposed to cheer at a away football game.

Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K

I didn't think my captor would be as maddening as he is captivating. He drags me back to the house I vowed never to return to. He wants answers, and if he needs to, he will rip them out of me. I'm broken down piece by piece by every harsh word and every burning touch. But within the confusion, I can't help but crave him, the way he observes me, the way he controls me. I am consumed by his pain, but also consumed by his presence. I should hate him, Instead I'm falling.

Isabella is from a rich family, trained to act in a particular way. Prim and proper as you would say however beneath those actions are secrets from the past and many layers waiting to be unraveled. It isn't until she works under thee Dante Moretti that she feels that her walls might need to be reinforced if she's not careful. Will she let her walls fall or will she reinforce them?

Castiel Damino a figure of relentless power, the embodiment of darkness. His piercing gaze and unyielding presence strike fear into all who cross his path. His heart void of compassion. At least until he meets someone who he craves. Daisy Mae Sullivan a sweet and gentle soul. She approaches the world with an open mind and tender kindness allowing her to find the beauty in the darkest of places. Her soft spoken demeanor radiates warmth and innocence.

**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

Elodie Castle she had a secret every year on the 13th of January every junior across the continent receives a letter. the most important letter of their life. the thing determining: where you live. Who you live with what laws you have to follow the way you act the places you can go and how the world treats you. your classification. dominant submissive owner pet caregiver little and there's only one Elodie wanted. Dom but she doesn't get it she gets little but nobody else needs to know

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, warn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!