[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

She was supposed to be my stepsister, but I'd rather go to hell for loving her than spend a day being her brother. He was supposed to be my stepbrother, but brothers don't make you watch them bleed just to see if you're still brave enough to let him ruin you. And God help me, I always am. Rosabelle was promised a fresh start. When her mother emerged from a high-end rehab with a new husband and a "sober" outlook, Rosabelle expected a family. Instead, she got a gilded cage. Their sprawling mansion stinks of expensive gin and the looming threat of the next relapse. In this house, "recovery" is a lie, and her mother and stepfather have traded their sobriety for a shared language of toxic destruction. Then there is Declan. Cold, lethal, and heir to a fortune he despises, Declan is a master of a world his father doesn't know exists. By day, he's the brooding stepbrother who ignores her. By night, he is the "Prince of the Pits," an underground fighter who thrives on the darkness of the underground. When the chaos of her home finally reaches a breaking point, it isn't the police who save her-it's Declan. He levels his father with terrifying precision before dragging Rosabelle into the dark. He doesn't take her to safety; he takes her to the Pits. He claims her place at the edge of the ring, his "lucky charm" in a room full of wolves. Back at the mansion, the sibling labels are burned away. Declan doesn't want to protect her innocence; he wants to be the one to ruin it. In a house of addicts, Rosabelle has developed the most dangerous habit of all: a craving for the man who risks his life for her." NOTE: Declan and Rosabelle are not biologically related. No blood relation exists between the characters. **the male lead in this story acts as a sanctuary. Expect more "Who did this to you?" and less "I'm the one hurting you."** Rated Mature for: Dark themes, underground violence, and strong language.

✥ The Rich Girl & Her Bodyguard ✥ Blaise Inocencio, the daughter to a well-known politician, inherits the fear of being killed when she receives a threat after the assassination of her father. The constant fear of being killed only intensifies when there is more than the dark past on the hunt. The Brazilian happens to end up with an ex military officer who was strictly there to protect her. When Blaise comes face to face with the fact he is suffering with an antisocial personality disorder it is hard for her to trust him completely. Octavio Amor was an ex military officer that was foreign to the feelings of forgiveness. Being sociopathic he lacked the most important trait, love. An assassination of a politician, Boris Inocencio, leaves Octavio with one job. He needed to protect Blaise, the only daughter of the assassinated politician. There is sexual tension, manipulation, and love - but was any of that real? ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ ✥ "There are countless women in here Octavio that are patiently waiting to be kissed by you. You can take the night off for once." Her lips came in contact with the glass every time she took a sip. Her plump lips wetted with the fine red wine. His eyes never leaving the erotic scene in front of him which left him wishing that he was that glass in her hand. "No." He answered back in his usual emotionless tone. "Why?" She asked as her lips continued to dampen with the fine liquid. "Because romance is not my thing." He answered. "Then what's your thing?" She asked daringly. "I bite your lip Blaise not kiss you."

"Tell me." He whispered, voice husky with amusement. "If I take this dress off of you and touch you here." His thumb traced slow circles over the tightening nub, rubbing gently, deliberately making it harder. "Would you be wet, Олонок?" Heat surged through me like wildfire. My breath hitched before I could stop it. My lips parted, and instinctively, I bit down on my lower lip, tasting my own flesh. His thumb continued its torturous dance over the areola, small circles that became firmer, coaxing every nerve to attention. I could feel the skin puckering under his touch, my body betraying me in slow, shuddering responses. I wanted to pull away, to stand, to breathe but the grip of his gaze held me captive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elara Sinclair came to Maryville to disappear. After fleeing the engagement her father arranged, one that would have chained her to a life she didn't choose. She only wants quiet, classes, anonymity, and a future of her own making. But quiet shatters the moment she enrolls in Russian during her third year. Her professor, Draven Volkov, is everything she should avoid. Commanding Magnetic Impossible to ignore. His dark eyes promise more than language lessons, and his words curl around her like silk. But behind the sharp suits and the accent is a man with secrets far more dangerous than she realizes. Because Draven Volkov isn't just a professor. He's Lucius Romanov, heir to a ruthless Russian mafia dynasty, hiding in plain sight. As Elara struggles to outrun her past, she finds herself entangled in his. Desire wars with fear, attraction with survival, and every step closer to him pulls her deeper into a world of power, deception, and sin. In Maryville, falling for the wrong man doesn't just break hearts. It can cost lives.

NEEDS MAJOR MAJOR EDITING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.WROTE IT WHEN I WAS NEW TO WRITING AND DIDN'T KNOW ANY BASICS (Re-uploading) Inside the shower she stood there completely drenched with water flowing over her, tied hands over her head , hairs sticking to her face, white shirt acting as a second skin revealing her black bra . She again whimpered pathetically "please" While he stood there only in his sweatpants with eyes boring holes over her head. Suddenly he moved forwars and jerked her by her wais pulling her to him he hissed in her ear "why were you hugging him amore. "By now she was sobbing. "ANSWER ME" He yelled making the poor soul more scared. She still didn't answer. He chuckled darkly "So you won't answer? Ok then you have two options.either I kill him or I punish you. "Her fearful orbs met with his raging ones. " Please don't" "No sweetheart I warned you but you didn't listen so now bear the consequence"

⚠️ BE WARNED⚠️: This book is a dark romance and contains abusive and mature content. Cara Chiara Alessi. A killer ballerina. She collects revenge, wrapped in pink lace and ribbons. She loves to dance. She loves to kill. Her next choreography mixes both passions, a dedication to Kieran Dorchadas, the man who murdered her friend and stole her grandpapa's mansion. The performance isn't on stage. But its staged. Step for step, she planned Kieran Dorchadas's Downfall. Kieran traffics arms, drugs, and humans, and has developed a fondness for Cara. Her ignorant and confident ways draw him only more to her, an infatuation she plans to exploit this summer. But a summer without heartbreak is boring. But whose heart will be broken? Whose hearts will be stolen? And whose heart will be trafficked - quite literally, or metaphorically? Started: Completed: ⚠️⚠️⚠️I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK! My books are my hard work, I put time and effort in them⚠️⚠️⚠️

The last person in the galaxy you would ever want to be trapped with inside a little ship in space was your arrogant, cruel master- Anakin Skywalker. Only that's exactly what happens. And when on top of all the ship's power goes out partially, the temperature drops drastically and it's getting colder and colder, the two of you are forced to move closer together and do something completely out of the ordinary- get to know each other from a different side. --------------------------- "𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔.", 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅. "𝒀𝒆𝒔." "𝒀𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐?" 𝑼𝒈𝒉. "𝒀𝒆𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓." 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒚. "𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝑷𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒏?" [105k+ words] • • contains explicit sexual content • • 🥇#1 #enemiestolovers 🥇#1 #anakinskywalker 🏅#1 #obiwankenobi 🏅#1 #moody 🥇#1 #starwarsfanfiction 🏅#1 #starwarstheclonewars 🥈#

Losing and failing to protect you had turned Anakin Skywalker, your master/love of your life, into the cruel Lord Vader. With him in power, the galaxy is no longer what it once was- and it is all because of your tragic death and, ultimately, the heartbreak Anakin is suffering. His only way to cope with the unbearable pain of having lost you, is to shut off his emotions altogether. Only you aren't even dead. And what will happen when you are brought to work on the Death Star and meet your boyfriend again? Will you be able to just pick up where you left off? --------------------------------------------------------------- "𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧", 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 '𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐝'." --------------------------------------------------------------- #1 🥇#darthvader #1 🥇#dark #1 🥇#deathstar #1 🥇#anakin #2 🥈#lordvader #3 🥉#skywalker • • will contain mature (sexual) content • •

Set right after the battle on Crait. Rey and Ben Solo / Kylo Ren, the conflicted souls, are eager for the other to join their own side, a tale of light vs. dark. Will their story land in the grey? Slow burn Reylo, lovely smut in later chapters.

Romani Noor is an aspiring chemist- well, possible ex-chemist, after she can no longer afford the rise in her university tuition fees. Her best friend and sister, Juno, is living across the country with her wife, sending Romani occasional cheques to help her complete her education. However, even with her sisters help she is falling behind on payments. Taking something into her own hands for once in her life, Romani looks for a job. As fate would it have it, Valentine Carter, River Fabiano and Slater Hayashi are looking to take on an employee in their bakery, whilst they practice their... extra-curricular activities... Sweet Romani thinks she's walking into a simple job of cakes and cookies, but she fails to predict the web of obsession, lust and love she's getting herself tangled in.