WARNING: use of "daddy" please don't read if that makes you uncomfortable. It is not used sexually, only sweetly. In the heart of winter, she found the house. In the silence of it, she found him. When a storm drives Odessa off-course and out of time, she stumbles upon a secluded estate buried deep in the northern woods-a place untouched by maps and myth alike. Desperate for shelter, she knocks once on a towering door and meets a man who has not opened it for anyone in years. Lucien is cold. Immaculate. Reclusive. A man carved from silence and secrets. Once a prince of something long dissolved, he now lives alone among books and ghosts, content to keep the world at arm's length. But she arrives soft-spoken and shivering, with nowhere else to go. And something about her-about the hush of her voice, the way she almost doesn't take up space-makes him let her stay. What begins as reluctant hospitality turns into something slower, sweeter, and more dangerous.

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly, his voice so deep it sent a jolt straight through me. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ~~~~~~~~~~~ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "The softest place to fall" "Who did this to you?" The question hangs in the air between us. I can't look at him. I stare at my hands instead. "Ella." His voice breaks on my name. "Please. Talk to me." "I- " The word comes out as barely a whisper. "I can't." "You can. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'm not going anywhere."

BOOK 1 Hidden behind iron gates and thorn-covered walls, the academy promised transformation-for those deemed broken, volatile, or unfit for the world as it was. Men entered to be sharpened into leaders: dominant, controlled, unyielding. Women were sent to be refined-taught obedience, composure, and how to exist quietly beside power. The brochures called it balance. Ember called it a cage. At eighteen, Ember was already labeled a problem. Too angry. Too emotional. Too loud for a world that preferred its women calm and compliant. Years of struggling with her mental health had left scars no one bothered to understand, and instead of help, her parents chose Blackthorn. They told her it would teach her how to be a better woman. Ember heard only that they wanted her silenced. From the moment she arrived, Ember stood out-and not in the way Blackthorn liked. She questioned rules, challenged authority, and refused to lower her gaze. That defiance drew attention, especially from three of the academy's most respected Dominants: Levi, Colton, and Jaxson. Each of them had earned their status through discipline and control, tasked with mentoring submissives and shaping them into perfection. They were supposed to break her in. Instead, Ember unraveled them. Levi saw the fire she refused to extinguish. Colton recognized the pain beneath her anger. Jaxson understood what it meant to be forged by pressure rather than nurtured. What began as observation turned into protection. Guidance became loyalty. And somewhere between lessons, punishments, and quiet moments of understanding, the lines Blackthorn enforced began to blur. Ember was never meant to belong to anyone-but somehow, she became the center of them all. And Blackthorn Academy was about to learn that some flames don't submit.

This is a collection of mini stories about a brat, Asslysa and her husband, a brat tamer. This story does contain graphic details that can be triggering, such as eating disorders, addiction, and BDSM. Read at your own risk. Your mental health matters. I do take requests. THIS STORY HAS BEEN TAKEN DOWN ONCE! IF IT HAPPENS AGAIN, IT WILL BE BACK UP WITHIN A DAY OR TWO!!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE ANY TOPICS ABOUT BDSM OR DDLG, DO NOT READ MY STORY! DONT EVEN CLICK ON IT!

Please enjoy! *EDITING* Instagram is: queen.chappi Snapchat is: jordan.chapman2 Mature content She didn't want to go with him. She didn't want to be sold to a monster. Who would? She only heard of his kind in nightmares. Every instinct she possessed told her to kill herself before he could, but her heart wanted something very different. . His eyes, captured every inch of her. Other creatures were surprised there was anything left of her for them to see. He knew from the moment he saw her with chains around her wrist, he had to have her. She excited his beast and yet tammed it in the same moment. She would become all he would live for. Andrew Blood and Emily Heart. Two lives forced to join together. Two lives forced to depart. Who can survive such sweet sorrow? . . . My goal of making this story is to make you cry with emotion, make you laugh outloud so people stare at you, and make you want to vote, comment, share, and tell other people about my mistakes and greatest writting points. I hope you enjoy this story through all the goofy, sad, scary, and happy moments. Enjoy!

"Останови машину," I commanded. (Stop the car) The driver, whose name I'd forgotten, obeyed. Stepping out, I walked towards the boys, hearing their laughter and insults. I jogged over, drawing my gun from the holster at my waist, and snapped, "Тебя никто не учил манерам?" (Did no one ever teach you any manners?) The color drained from their faces, and they scattered. Approaching the corner where they had been standing, my heart clenched. There, on the cold ground, lay a girl, shivering in nothing but a dirty, torn t-shirt. ♡♡︎♡︎ A small, naive girl with no shelter. A feared mafia boss known as the Angel of Death...What will happen when their paths cross?