Jungkook please p-pull it o-out. I-its p-p-paining." "Let me sleep, doll." "Jung... jungkook please." "I swear yn if you disturb my sleep once again. I'll start moving my d*ck. Then It'll be more painful for you." Yn was forced to marry Jeon Jungkook - Her cousin and the most feared Mafia Leader. They both hate each other. Jungkook is a cruel and dominating person while yn is an ordinary and innocent girl. He punishes her for every single mistake. He controls her every step. Will she survive his dominance or will she fall for him? Dive into the story to find out. ⚠️: This story contains themes of violence, abuse, strong language , sexuality and other mature themes.

Best Rated: #1 in #rromance #1 in #beinginlove #8 in #age-gap #9 in #bestfriends I couldn't have done this without you all thank you! -------------------------- What happens when Casey Blight comes home from college to find her mom and dad not there. When her best friend Talia invites her over for the summer she agrees even though she knows that that means she has to face Thomas, her best friend father. She's had a crush on Thomas since the 6th grade and Talia knew about it constantly teasing her. Thomas Declan is happy to see his daughter and her friend after they come home from college. What he didn't expect was the little girl that his daughter had befriended in Kindergarten to become such a beautiful woman and the attraction he felt for her. What happens over the summer? Read to find out!

Samantha and Gemma have been inseparable since they met at the age of three years old. They tell each other everything.....well.....almost everything. Andy Woodbridge is Gemma's father. A recently divorced father. Who Sam has the hots for. Who she has had the hots for for five years. What happens when Sam moves in with Gemma and her father? Will her dreams come true? Or will it become a nightmare? Or maybe a good nightmare?

After her ex cheated on her on the night of their anniversary, Katherine and her gay best friend Chris head off to Greece. One night in a club, she meets a blue-eyed Greek God and she does what she had never done before, has a one night stand as she'll probably never see this handsome stranger again, or so she thought... #1 plussize (23/10/2022) #2 chicklit (04/11/2022) #2 plussize (04/11/2022) #4 curvy (04/11/2022) #1 curvy AND #1 curves (21/11/2022) #1 lawyer (07/04/2023) #1 paralegal (07/04/2023)

"You... want me to show you my belly? And you're paying me 500 dollars for it?" I repeated in disbelief. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied curtly. Shock mixed with suspicion. Mr. Calnan, our strict and cold boss, who had banned all workplace romance, wanted to see... my belly? Why my belly, of all things?! And why ME?! This had to be a test. He was testing whether I would agree, only to fire me afterward. But even that theory had flaws-after all, he was the one who initiated this crazy idea. I hesitated for what felt like a long time. Then, in the end, curiosity won over, and on a sudden impulse, I spread open my work coat and lifted my white T-shirt. Mr. Calnan's gaze instantly locked onto my bare stomach. His focused stare burned into my skin as he thoroughly examined every square inch of the exposed area. My face burned with embarrassment. He didn't say anything, and he didn't grimace, but I could see on his face that he didn't like what he saw. My chubby belly, my stretch marks, and the faint line of hair below my navel that I hadn't had time to shave. Well, I know it's not the most attractive sight, but then why did he want to see my belly? Honestly, what was he expecting? "Can I pull my T-shirt back down?" I asked, humiliated and irked. "Yes," Mr. Calnan replied after a brief pause. He didn't speak for a while, just stared at my now-covered stomach with a blank expression. Meanwhile, I waited impatiently and tensely for him to do something. I needed to know whether he was actually going to give me the money or not, and whether it would turn out that this had all just been a test. Suddenly, he moved toward me, closing the distance between us. He loomed over me, and I looked up at his face in alarm. "I'll give you another 1000 if you let me touch your hips." My eyes widened in shock. *Edited to fit within the character limit for the description

Book 1 Previously named as mafias chubby bride [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✔️] (rewriting) Exuvia; ❝Shedding the past, being reborn into something new, even if painful.❞ He's a dangerous mafia boss. She's a sweet, calm artist with a tender heart. In a world of blood and betrayal, she enters his life through an arranged marriage not for love, but survival. He doesn't believe in love anymore... until she breaks the walls he built. She becomes his exuvia. A tale of broken hearts, soft obsession, fluffy chaos, and one little boy who calls her "Mama." ✨ Mafia • Artist • Single Father • Possessive ML • Body Insecurity • Smut 👄✨ •|ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ |• •|ᴍᴀʏ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs|• Photo ©️Printrest 69#fanfiction 13#fanfiction 01#fat 01#fanclub 01#jk

[Arranged Marriage, Age Gap, Slow-Burn Sweet Romance] A refined beauty from a scholarly family x a noble, fatherly man A ten-billionaire manga artist x a London aristocrat and chairman of the business council Celeste Arden had known since childhood that she was engaged to someone from London's Quinn family, but she had never met her fiancé. Later, by a twist of fate, she ended up living in the Quinn family home and met her friend's brother. Gabriel carried himself with grace and dignity, and his handsome features were striking. As a marriage prospect, he far exceeded the baseline of acceptability. On Halloween, the Quinn family came to propose marriage. However, it was not Gabriel who arrived-it was his austere and reserved uncle. "Uncle, why isn't Gabriel here?" "Why would he be here?" "Well, you're all here to propose on his behalf. Why hasn't he shown up in person?" The man's dark eyes fixed on her, staring for a moment before he parted his lips and spoke each word clearly: "I'm the one proposing." Theo Quinn's words, carried by the evening breeze, slipped into her ears. She stood frozen for a full five seconds. "But my engagement with the Quinn family was to..." "It's always been with me."

He's 44. She's 25. They say age is just a number. Is it really? ••••• They were never supposed to fall in love, but they did. As their hearts converged, against their will. He was a man defined by his rigid persona, an entity wronged by the past. His sole purpose was to survive in the world where everyone's existence is nothing less than detrimental to your own. Except when it comes to his son, a flicker of hope in his diminished life. The only one whom he loved and lived for. Until it changed when he crosses path with a woman, carrying calmness in her eyes and promises in her words. He wanted to keep her to himself, desired the love which she had immense. The only problem? She was young, way too young.

Ilory Benson was an uninteresting introverted person, who didn't care about fitting anywhere but her little apartment, or in her books. Especially, in her well-respected family, and not many people knew the fact that she was the youngest daughter of a known personality in the Political World, now the Vice President of the US. People never bothered getting to know her and she didn't care, she was always behind the curtains and off the screen, while her four siblings were just as successful as her parents. Most of the time llory was invisible to people, but there was one particular person who avoided her like sugar on a diet. Her brother-in-law, Emmanuel Savelli. She had never let people's behaviour bother her, but if she could come close to hating anyone that would be him. Therefore, when a call in the middle of the night had her rushing to Washington she was in shock, the place and people she left for her peace of mind were now calling her. But this return brought a whole lot of responsibilities and immediate decisions. One of them particularly concluded on marrying Emmanuel which was also her sister's dying wish. To step in for the sixteen months old baby her sister left behind, after suffering because of Cardiovascular Disease. There are times when you make a decision and it turns out to be the worst or perfect decision of your life. It was time for Ilory and Emmanuel to make one.

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.