Isabella is from a rich family, trained to act in a particular way. Prim and proper as you would say however beneath those actions are secrets from the past and many layers waiting to be unraveled. It isn't until she works under thee Dante Moretti that she feels that her walls might need to be reinforced if she's not careful. Will she let her walls fall or will she reinforce them?

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

In a world where being a little is normal. in fact little and caregivers are the norm, as well as owners and pets, masters and subs. Once a certain age, you are offered to go to school to learn and be in a good environment for your assigned role. Of course which is determined by a test you take once you pass or are the age of 18. Little Bell is sent to the biggest littles academy in the country by her loving parents after her testing. As nervous as she is, she tries her best to make a good first impression. Which works good enough to make a good little friend with his caregiver... But also good enough to run into two scary looking yet kind and loving caregivers ~~~~~~~~ (No sexual active or SMUT between the main littles and caregivers! This is a SFW age regression, with some small talks of smut and flirting💞) #1 caregiver 03/02/25 #1 caregivers 03/02/2025 #2 academy 02/01/25 #1 agere 02/28/25 #1 in bottles 02/27/25 #1 in cribs 04/5/25

The world is ending. Her country was turned to little more than dust years ago, and since then she has been fighting to survive in a world that has it out for her. Ever since the war, when billions of women were killed, the female population has become valuable, putting her even more at risk. She's managed to evade the clutches of men, until one fateful day where everything changes, and she's forced to abide by the rules of not just one man - but four.

(TW: use of violent terms, talk of abuse, rough treatment, death threatening, blood) ---------------------- In the world of the Russian underworld, loyalty is bought, family is fragile, and betrayal is the most valuable currency of all. She was raised in silence-obedient, graceful, the daughter of Alexei Morozov, the trusted accountant of infamous crime lord Dimitry Ivanov. To outsiders, she was nothing more than a quiet presence at business dinners, a well-mannered girl with lowered eyes and a polite smile. Untouched. Untainted. But behind the softness was precision. And behind the mask, a weapon. For nearly a year, she played both sides. Her father, blind with ambition, thought he had everything under control. What he didn't know was that the daughter he tried so hard to protect was already in Dimitry's grasp-not as a prisoner, but as his spy. His creation. His most dangerous advantage. When the truth comes crashing down, it isn't with guns or blood-but with a look, a name, a quiet sentence: "She told me everything." Now, with her father exposed and her allegiance revealed, she steps fully into Dimitry's world-not as a bargaining chip, but as his equal. His weapon. His heir to the empire he built on fear and fire. In a game ruled by men, she's no longer a pawn. She's the queen who set the board. ----------------------------------------------

This is a human x naga romance novel, so its not for everyone. There are inhuman aspects to the body of one of the characters (obviously) but they fall in love and get sexy anyway. You've been warned. Nash is retired. After seven years of fighting in a war on behalf of an empire that wasn't his home, he was granted citizenship and retirement. He can live in style the rest of his days... but Nash isn't interested in living in style. Instead, he claims a secluded cabin that was built in an ancient, unsettled forest. He wants to start fresh, and forget the things he did during the war. But the townsfolk in the nearby village are whispering about monsters in the woods. They warn him that he'll die if he stays out there. And there is something out there. Something big. But Chass, the monster, is the one who is in for a surprise. Nash's people don't believe in monsters. They believe in gods. What will this monster do when the human he's decided to kill worships him? It's frustrating, and totally not what he planned! Why is the warrior making little wooden shrines to him? Why does the human bow and say he's alright with Chass taking his life? This annoying human who is a competent warrior, a strong and independent man with soft hair and soft skin, who says Chass can do whatever he wants...wait... wait.... this just might work out. TW: sexual content, explicit content and language, violence, fantasy death, hunting animals/prey Kinks: praise kink (literally, Chass really likes that Nash thinks he's a god), size difference, monster dick, a little interesting bondage and immobilization, lots of "say I'm your prince" and "you're mine" and possessive behavior, yay!

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

It had been mere months after her eighteenth birthday, when she was pulled from the safe haven of her life and forced into the fantasy the women had created. Daisy and her wife Lottie, seemed insistent that Alexa was a child- barely a child, a baby. Both the women loved her, undeniably even. Alexa found that to the problem moreover, being suffocated by both women's love. She longed for freedom, she longed to be free once more. {a forced mdlg story - not sexual!}

A frightened girl. Two patient women. A series of small, gentle moments that slowly stitch a family together. Chloe wanders into Victoria and Cassidy's lives selling cookies- but stays because, for the first time, someone notices she's not okay. A tender story of healing, boundaries, and love in unexpected places. Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes