"I'm not a beautiful, I'm ugly". I said as he holds my hand. "Your beautiful and your broken". He said as he rest his head on my forehead. "They say 'She's beautiful, but broken'. I am broken and I always will be broken". I said as he pressed his soft lips on mine. "Not for long". He said as he holds my chin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story had inspired me to write this, so, don't steal my storyline. Warning! There will be violence There will be self harm There will be bad language

Anastasiya has been alone since before she could remember. She's used to abuse, to torment, to being a victim to bullies and their nasty ways. She doesn't have a family, and she's okay with that. That's the way it's always been. Until it isn't. She's pulled out of her school lesson on the day of her thirteenth birthday by her new guardian: her oldest brother. She's thrusted into a new life - although it doesn't differ from her last one too much. Surrounded by a family she feels doesn't care for her and other children who make it their personal mission to ruin Anastasiya's already terrible days, she's forced to deal with a whirlwind of emotions that plague her as well as combat the plethora of problems that come to her while being completely alone, with nobody by her side.

River Cortland is a 17 year old girl who seems to have a permanent blush around her best friend Noah who she loves more than anything in the world. Noah Arlington is a 18 year old boy who lives to tease his precious little best friend who he's protective over and who means the world to him. Two hearts meant for each other. A journey of love, teasing, and more love. - 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 *all photo credits go to the respectable owners* *I do not own any of the photos nor do I claim that I do, unless stated otherwise.* *this is not fan fiction* *don't steal my work please. plagiarism is a crime*

Kevin and Sarah were step siblings that were super close growing up. Kevin had an obsession with her. Growing up he never thought anything of it. Kevin assumed that's how all siblings were and if they weren't who cares. Kevin did everything for Sarah. From brushing her hair, to picking her outfits, to cooking her food. Sarah was very dependent on Kevin. It was great in for Kevin and Sarah. That is until they were forced to separate due to their parents divorce. With Kevin gone Sarah had to become a lot more independent. She grew up and learned how to do things on her own. Kevin had also grown up and met a wonderful man named Richard. Richard and Kevin was happily married. There was one issue though. They were both very dominate. They both didn't care to submit to anyone. They tried looking for a third. A submissive/little. They wanted someone they can control all the time. Not just in the bedroom. Both Kevin and Sarah had never forgotten each other. Thinking about each other of the years. One night Sarah was at a bar with her friends. She was having fun dancing when she felt some eyes on her. She looked over and saw two men looking at her. With eye contact an old obsession is revived and a new is one is made. I am not that good at summaries. Sorry. Anything sexual happens when all characters are all legal adults.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." He demands, while still clutching her so close to his chest she can hear his heart beat faster and faster. She was the only reason he needed. "Nothing important." She replies, her words spoken as soft as can be. He shakes his head, frustrated he didn't know her inner workings. Didn't know how to soothe her thoughts. "Not good enough, I want a real answer." Her eyes widened at the sheer dominance in his tone, so she speaks, but with much hesitancy "I'm just-I'm scared that all of this will go away. I don't want it to ever go away. I don't want any of you to go away." She looks up at him with tears brimming her eyes. It killed him to see her with that pain in her eyes once again. "We are never going away, ever. I promise." "We promise," The three of them spoke with such certainty that would make anyone cower in fear. She could do nothing but believe them. And for all intents and purposes, that's exactly what she did. _ Tabitha, but she likes just 'Tabby' for short, Morreno is a sweet, quite radiant, hopeful being. Hopeful for a world she let go of long ago. Can they give her the life she so richly deserves? Add in rival gangs, a splash of chocolate milk, plus four broody men on top of a whole lot of love. Then, perhaps, we might just see.

A sequel to Our Darling Girl, follow Flo as she tackles her first job and everything that comes with loving four possessive boys.

| Highest ranking : #3 in Teen Fiction | | Highest ranking : #20 in Romance | | Highest ranking : #1 in Teen Romance | (Undeniably in love with the bad boy - shortly known as Undeniably) "Grayson. . This isn't right. What if my brother finds out?" I stressed. He placed a chaste kiss on my lips, "That's a risk I'm willing to take for you, baby" *** Meet Grace North, she's kind, sweet and puts everyone's happiness before her own. All she wants is to get through her last year of school without anyone getting in her way. Meet Grayson Snow, the polar opposite. He's the bad boy of Riverview high, he's the most egotistical guy you'll ever meet not to mention Grace's older brothers best friend, his only intention is to annoy his best friend's baby sister of whom he's developed quite an attraction for over the years. Follow the story about a near impossible love that consists of a cocky green eyed bad boy and an unnoticed 'good girl'.

I slightly turned my head, making eye contact with him. My lips part softly as I got a good look at his eyes. They were different than usual, they were now dark and sensual. His sharp eyes didn't break from mine as his hand on my stomach paused, and instead of up it slide down. His pinky finger was at the waistband of the pants I was wearing. "You're such a good girl Niara, ain't that right?" he asks as the tip of his fingers slowly slipped under the waist band. "Y-yes.." I responded breathlessly. "Yes what?" he hummed. "Yes sir" --- Niara gets a new homeschool teacher, who just happens to be the most beautiful man she has ever seen. Killian Donovan was hired by a trusted friend of his to teach his 18 year old daughter.

"Kitten, why should I love a mediocre woman such as yourself," he asks peering into my face. "Because you can't resist," I respond. He grasps me with his arms and kisses me, hard.

"Get on your knees." His voice was low, rough, rolling over my skin like smoke. But I didn't move. I stayed exactly where I was, arms crossed, chin lifted in challenge. Submission was never my language. I loved control-lived in it, breathed in it. Except in bed. In bed, I wanted him to take control... But that didn't mean I'd give it easily. His jaw tightened. Impatience flashed in his dark eyes. Good. Let him burn. "Bella," he growled, voice sharper now. "Get on your damn knees." I smirked, slow and deliberate, the kind that always pushed him over the edge. I knew I was asking for trouble. I wanted it. "Testing my patience?" he murmured. "Fine. I'll show you exactly how you submit to me." I barely had time to blink. One moment I was standing, the next I was thrown over his knee-my stomach pressed to his thigh, my ass raised perfectly for him. His hand cupped me possessively, as if he had been waiting for this position all night. Excitement shot through me. So did fear. And God, I loved the mix. Then- CRACK. The first slap landed hard, echoing in the room. Pain flared, sharp and hot, pulling a gasp straight from my throat. My panties were gone-when did he even take them off? My skin throbbed, and behind the burn, heat pooled low in my belly. His hand smoothed the sting, almost tender. "I'm going to enjoy coloring your ass red. Twenty spanks. And after each one..." His fingers gripped my hips. "You will say, 'Thank you, sir. Can I have one more?' Do you understand?" A shiver ran through me. Pure bliss. "Yes, sir," I breathed. "Good girl," he purred. "See? Submission isn't so hard, Bella. Not when it's me." His thumb traced slow circles along the curve of my ass- SMACK. A sharp yelp escaped me. He didn't go easy; he never did. "Thank you, sir... can I have one more?" I whispered, breath shaky. He hummed approvingly. "Of course, Bella." And the spanking began-rhythmic, punishing, delicious.