**This is a ddlg dynamic story, all characters are of consent all age if you do not agree with this type of relationship then please do not read** In this day and age the ddlg dynamic is acceptable depending on where in the world you are so Esme and Robbie's relationship is the norm where they live. Esme a 20 year old princess has been on the hunt for a real daddy Dom since she'd always know she was a little. 3 years prior she had been in a relationship with a sadistic dd, who had no daddy and was all Dom, this lasted for a year until he dumped her outside of an adoption agency fed up with her being so childish. Always the reserved one Esme finds it hard to make friends making her say at mayday more difficult. The hunt for a daddy was truly taking a tole on her until one day Robert (Robbie) King turned up.

When Tristan is at a college party, he meets up with a girl from his English class, Beth. She invites him to "hang with the girls" and she starts to slowly get a sense he's not like all the other guys. After staying the night at Beths apartment, she reveals his deepest desires, and then with the help of her friend Cadence, fulfills them. Soon Tristan is thrown into a world he never dreamed of.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Millie Ripley has only ever known one player next door. Luke Dawson. But with only a couple months left before he graduates and a blackmailer on the loose, will their love story stand the test of time? And will they both need to grow up to face the truth?

Mavis Spencer was rude, mean and so infuriating but yet so damn tempting. I should have left her alone, but like she says I am an idiot. She just walked into my life and ravaged it like a tornado. With no shame or guilt, just no care at all. Or that's what I thought until I got to know the real her. She is so much more than what she shows, complicated but worth the fight. I'm determined to prove her how worth it, she is. June Moraine was too nice, too happy, too friendly to be true. He should have left me alone, I'm not someone to befriend and surely not to love, I've learned that the hard way. But even as I tried my hardest to push him away, he seemed to have made his mission to prove me how wrong I am. *** "Tell me what you like?" Grabbing a handful of his hair and tilted it so I could look at him. I kept dry humping on him, and I felt myself coming closer and closer. It usually takes so much time to build me up, but this sight of him feels like a daydream. His eyebrows knitted together and his lips parted slightly as I pushed myself harder on him. "I asked you a question, June." his hooded eyes finally focus on me and he hums, "You. I like whatever you do to me."

She made a preposition. "Just say I hate you and I'll leave you alone forever. But can you?"