"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

She's bold. She's sharp. She's definitely trouble. And she won't leave Emory alone. Cassidy Monroe is new at Halston High a photographer with a cocky smile, a smart mouth, and no sense of personal space. She doesn't care about fitting in, following rules, or keeping her head down. And for some reason, she keeps showing up in Emory Price's life like it's on purpose. Emory doesn't flirt. She doesn't get distracted. She's focused, respected, maybe even a little untouchable. So when Cassidy starts teasing her between classes, sitting beside her in every shared period, and making her laugh when she's trying not to smile, Emory tells herself it doesn't matter. It's just noise. A phase. A girl with too much confidence and no filter. But the thing about Cassidy is she's not that easy to shake. And the longer Emory tries to ignore her, the harder it gets to tell whether she's annoyed... or addicted.

Yeah not that one... Devin, a 21 year old repeated offender, is given two options after her last offense. Prison or therapy. With a painful and traumatic past following her dreams, she finds opening up to be the hardest thing she's ever had to do. But when court appointed to therapy as a "second chance", she finds herself falling hard and fast for her no nonsense taking therapist who just wants to help her. With trauma, pain, and an untreated bipolar disorder fighting her everyday, how will she battle the hurt and the need to just love within her...and will it be her downfall?

Jasmine is a writer with a passion and love of art like her mother before her. During a night from procrastination and sneaking into a museum, she encounters a charming woman, Carter, who is filled with romantic gestures, kind words, and makes Jasmine feel like she's on cloud nine whenever she's around her. But even the sweetest of people, have their hidden secrets and will the secrets that Carter hides, scare off Jasmine or entice her more? It only takes one night to change everything. ~🌹~ "They show more respect when you are of family. You being my girlfriend simply makes you a target of hate." She caresses my face. "But as my wife, you are admired." I quickly press the button to retrieve the elevator and when it opens I pull her in and take her lips aggressively pressing her against the wall. "Mm baby." "You have a way with words you know that."

Caution: This story contains some consensual BDSM(Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). Read with caution. --- When Maria Delsante attends a BDSM meeting, hoping to research the topic for her next book, she never expects to meet Sylvester Jackson. A man who sets her body on fire. Much to her surprise, their meeting continues in a broken down elevator, followed by rope, handcuffs, and a little bit of murder. ---- 1m reads - Dec 06, 2019 #2 - New Adult tag - Nov 9th, 2019 #1 - Masters tag - June 8th, 2019 #1 - hotguys tag - Feb 20, 2019 #61 - Love tag - Jan 12, 2019 400k reads - Jan 3rd, 2019 200k reads - Nov 24, 2018 #3 - NewAdult tag - Nov 17, 2018 100k reads - Nov 09, 2018 #4 - Dare tag - Oct 17, 2018 Story started: August 2018 Story completed: November 2018 Image purchased from Canva

Kaden Chauvet awakes in the same cold room that he remembers, seeing the reflection of pale viridescent eyes that scream curses at his mind. This is a beginning; a second chance that he would rather forsake than claim. Time has reversed, and he is back to play the role of an obedient fool-only, he no longer has any intentions of wagging his tail and committing the heinous crimes that he once did. He will save everyone; and then face his judgement. The judgement that comes in the raven-scaled hands of the heroic, slightly quiet, and son of the Dragon bloodline, Noah Bellamy. And yet the man claims, "I want to save you, fool." And another tearfully cries, "Please don't die. Not again, never again." And another's graceful voice pleads, "I don't wish to witness your demise again." Kaden stares, utterly confused. "What?" --- One sentence summary: In which a terrible sinner seeks redemption and amusement by relentlessly teasing an irritated dragon.

With her almost 20 year marriage beyond repair, Demi Meadows is sick of playing games and being taken for granted. She needs something real, and someone who truly loves her instead of cheating on her for years. Her kids are almost out of the house, so it would be a perfect time to find a person to share her life with, and this time she isn't going to settle for anything less than the perfect person and the perfect love. But could that person be someone that she would never expect, like a one night stand that turns into a frequent visitor? Or is it too risky to go after someone who could rip her heart in two because of the different places they are in life and the similarities to her ex? What if perfect is an illusion? What if finding a perfect love is an illusion, because sometimes you can make your own perfect?

Based on a song!! 'They don't know' by Rico Love They don't know! They don't know you belong to me! They don't know you like me! They don't even know that I share you with my wifey! Start : January 6, 2025 End: October 30, 2025 *None of the pictures in this book belongs to me*

The club wasn't where she imagined herself working, but it was the only place that would take her. The air was thick with smoke, and the neon lights did little to chase away the darkness inside. People came and went-some looking for trouble, others caught in things they shouldn't have been. She'd seen men dragged into the back rooms, beaten up for not paying in time or failing to do their part. And then there was her-the club owner. Cold, calculated, and feared by everyone who walked through the doors. She ran this place with a tight grip, and she didn't tolerate mistakes. No one dared to cross her, not without consequences. And yet, every time their eyes met, something shifted, an unsettling pull that she couldn't quite explain. She didn't know what it meant, or why it unsettled her so much. But one thing was certain: the longer she stayed here, the more complicated everything would become...

I died doing what I loved-chasing deadly viruses across war zones and jungles. I was a world-class infectious disease expert, emotionally detached but good at saving lives. My guilty pleasure? BL novels full of angst, smut, and emotionally constipated men. So when I died in a freak plane crash, my guardian angel gave me a choice. I asked to be reincarnated into one of my favorite BL novels. I did not ask to be reincarnated as the illegitimate daughter of the cold, ruthless CEO male lead-a man so awful he literally tried to buy the other male lead's body in chapter three. Now I'm a four-month-old baby in diapers with one goal: fix this terrible love story. To do that, I'll have to: Turn my emotionally stunted, power-hungry father into a decent human being Save the sweet second male lead from being trafficked and destroyed by plot And oh-be the world's cutest, smartest, most manipulative toddler along the way