A story in which a wealthy and popular girl enrolled in college with an unknown gift meets a mysterious and beautiful man in a ball, accompanied by his world of magic and promises. ~ I gulp, feeling my skin getting hot all of a sudden. Why am I so hot ? "You're playing a dangerous game, Lovely," the magnificent young man whispers. "A-August..." I whisper with difficulty, trying to back up, and noticing that I'm already stuck on the wall. My throat is so fucking dry. I've never been as thirsty as I am right now. "Look at me, Lovely." I do as I'm told and my eyes bump against his. Fuck. Fire. His eyes are consumed with fire. The stunning shade of blue is now mixed with a consuming but warm tone of orange. He then raises his left hand and cups my chin with two of his long fingers, his soft lips slightly grazing mine, his breathing warm and enticing. "Because you have two choices," he whispers against my lips. "Either I'll make love to your wonderful and exquisite body, either I'll fuck the shit out of you." ~ Copyright @Lovebluehug All Rights Reserved Plagiarism forbidden All content @Malolukand ~ THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE & TRIGGERING CONTENT/GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT ⚠️ Please do NOT get fooled by the cover. ~ Will be updated twice a week! ❤️ ~

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

Britney loves her husband. He's kind, sweet, and an upstanding citizen. He usually does everything with a moral compass, except for that one time when he killed a group of people. That was simply a stability slip. He pled insanity and served his time in a mental institution. He's better now, though. He's been rehabilitated... right?

"She served him a meal. He served her a life sentence." Laila Carter, a hard-working college student with dreams bigger than her wallet, takes a waitressing job to help pay for school. She's sharp-tongued, stunning, and uninterested in the men who fawn over her at work. But one night, the mysterious and powerful Demetri Vescari walks into the restaurant she works at-not as a customer, but as the silent owner and ruthless mafia leader hiding in plain sight. Demetri becomes obsessed with Laila's voice, her goddess-like locs, and the fire in her eyes. She resists him at every turn, sensing the danger he conceals behind his charm. But when Demetri blackmails her estranged father into agreeing to a marriage neither she nor her heart agreed to, Laila is thrust into a deadly world of secrets, power, and passion. And there's no walking away from a man who's decided you're his.

Seven is a lucky number. But for Lucille Black it might just be unlucky. After seven years in Hell she comes back to Earth to find her boyfriend Saint living a totally separate life. A life that does not include or need her. With her intentions of making sure he's okay uncover a dark secret, she grapples with the choice of letting Saint go down a dangerous path or doing everything in her power to stop him. In this world we dive into Saint's side of the story and give him center stage to live a life separate from Luci. Will Luci save Saint from himself? Or will she find out what happens when Heaven and hell fall? SEQUEL TO WHEN HEAVEN AND HELL MEET. you can read it as a stand alone if you want but it may lack context.

(Mature Audiences) It took Armani almost 3 years to find Amalia and now that he finally has her back he never plans on letting her go. But, when someone he thought he had lost so long ago returns it threatens to tear Amalia and Armani apart. Will their love survive?

I am the Seventh Princess Zorya Rhiannon Agryos At 27 I died. My head chopped off by my ex-husband. Honestly, it was a relief to leave this world behind. I desperately hoped my execution would be the end of it. But it wasn't. I returned to the year of social debut, the young age of eighteen. The year everything in life became something for those with more power to manipulate as they wished. I don't want revenge. I just want to live as genuinely as possible and if that makes me seem unhinged, that's okay. Call me...Your Mad-jesty. An L.B. Keen original

BIG DISCLAIMER: I wrote this book when I was a CHILD. The MC's are underage. If it makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read. This book is still up due to it being a comfort book, outside the smut. It touches on mental health and can be relatable. PLEASE, THIS IS A WARNING! THEY ARE UNDERAGE. "let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

E-BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!! --- ❝𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.❞ --- Nirah dances for survival. Antonio acts without remorse. She never expected her nights on stage to lead her into the dangerous arms of ​​​​​​Antonio de Luca. The vile Italian don with luring green eyes and a striking smile. She's brave, seductive, and too smart to fall for a killer wrapped in Tom Ford. Antonio doesn't do love. He takes, he controls, and he destroys. Yet something about the fiery dancer tempts him in ways he can't ignore. He knows she's off-limits, but that won't stop him from making her his. In a world of crime, passion, and betrayal, falling for The Devil could mean losing everything.

"It takes two to tango honey..." It has been a little over a year since Carden and Donica have been together in hell. As of now, they've have been married for a couple months. Everything has been going smoothly living their best lives as child free newlyweds. That was until donica started feeling... different. [THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO THE DEVILS SON IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT GO BACK THEN COME BACK TO THIS]