"Are you... lost?" Someone asked, her tone impatient. I stopped scanning the room to find the woman behind the voice. I blinked. She had the most luminous blue eyes I had ever seen. Even in the dim glow of the bar they glowed brightly, like her pupils were some type of smooth stone at the bottom of a clear blue ocean. Within her blue there flickered tiny speckles of silver, which gave her an icy, somewhat stony appeal. But it was her slight, lopsided smile that erased any signs of wanting to be alone. No wonder this bar was so popular. "Uh, no," I said, holding up the Help Wanted sign I had snagged from the front window. The woman's cool eyes flickered between the sign and me. She didn't say anything, only looked slightly thoughtful as slender fingers raked through her long blonde hair. "What can you do?" She finally asked, definitely not expecting me to be able to do much of anything at all. She'd be right. "Anything and everything," I answered-lied-instantly, hoping I didn't look too desperate, didn't sound too eager. To be perfectly honest, I hadn't worked a day in my life. My hands were used to weekly manicures not hard labor. But desperate times call for desperate measures. The blonde appeared thoughtful again. Those magnificent eyes gave me a once over, slow and steady. You could see the cogs turning in her head as she considered it. I decided to try and sound more convincing. "I have many skills," I added. Okay, so I stole that from Xena, but I was hoping it worked as well for me as it did for her. The blonde lifted a sculpted brow and the smile was, once again, back on her lips. She seemed amused. Maybe she was a Xena fan? "Alright... I'll start you off cleaning the bathrooms, sweeping the floors, doing the dishes..." Crap.

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

It's the year 2345. For more happiness and safety, the world is now divided into three big categories. Caregiver & little Master/Mistress & Sub Pet Master/Mistress & Pet Once you turn 18 you are given a test to see what category you belong in. Most people know who they are and some are surprised. But not Little Meadow. She is a little and she has always known she was! She is now 21 but her little age is infant-3 years. Having no caregiver She recently has moved in with her little best friend and her caregiver after her aunt, who was her only family had recently passed. her best friend invites her to a play date with some friends and she soon ends up meeting THREE siblings and their caregivers. What happens when she starts to become close with these new friends and caregivers? ~~~~~~~~ (No sexual active or SMUT between the main littles and caregivers! This is mostly a SFW age regression💞) #1 caregivers 09/03/24 #1 regression 10/02/24 #2 diapers 01/26/25 #2 crib 11/04/24 #5 daddies 10/02/24 #2 daddydom 08/26/24 #6 mommydom 08/26/24 #4 subxdom 08/28/24

Elleanor (Ellie) Patricks is an anxious girl who struggles with her mental health and uses age regression as a healthy way to cope. Unfortunately, she does not not live in a safe environment to use this coping mechanism, meaning she spends a lot of her time anxious, upset or in a state of panic. All she wants is someone to love her and keep her safe. Abigail and Jessica Spencer are a married couple who have been searching for the missing piece in their lives. They love each other more than anything but have been wanting someone to love and take care of, someone who needs them. When Abby and Jess meet Ellie for the first time it feels as if everything falls right into place. The three women have their struggles but they worked through them together and their lives are filled with nothing but love.

AGERE STORY (pls dont put in kink, bdsm, or ddlg/variants reading lists) Isabella Davis is a 20 year old girl that had just recently moved to a new city with her bunny named Bob. She also had a secret that she took with her, she was a little. Noah Blade is a 26 year old mob boss that has been running that city for years. He was a known caregiver, looking for the right little girl to take care of. What happens when Noah and Isabella cross paths and Noah takes an interest in the little girl? Read and find out.. ********************************** This is an Age Regression book. Meaning 100% sfw and non sexual. Please dont read if you dont like it! And if you are new to age regression I suggest you read up on it. Hate will not be tolerated!!!

Juliette is a young mother trying to navigate high school and a secret past that haunts her every step. She's determined to keep her life together for the sake of her daughter, Grace. But when she meets her new math teacher, Sage-an intimidating, enigmatic woman-the lines between teacher and student blur in ways Juliette never expected. As an unlikely bond forms between them, Juliette is forced to confront her past, the dark memories she's tried so hard to bury, and a love she never saw coming. But Sage has her own secrets, and the connection between them is more than just a spark-it's the beginning of something neither of them is prepared for. Will Juliette be able to protect Grace and herself, or will the past she's been running from finally catch up with her?

Angelina Hayes, a gentle and sensitive girl, is overwhelmed with sadness after her father's death. Hoping to escape her troubled life, she becomes drawn to her new English teacher, Mr. Voss. ❦- I steal a glance through my lashes and catch Mr. Voss looking back at me. His eyes are deep and curious, and a small, knowing smile plays on his lips. There's something about him, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. He's smart, charming, and every girl's secret crush, even mine. I couldn't help but want what I shouldn't: his forbidden touch.

Sometimes the person you've been waiting on... is the one you've been waiting for. "Maybe being seen isn't about who's looking, it's about who never looks away." Jamie Lawrence never planned to spend her twenties waiting tables for Hollywood's elite-especially not serving her biggest crush, Oscar-winning actress Catherine Lane. But one chaotic night, a paparazzi incident turns a polite routine into a secret connection neither of them saw coming. Now Catherine keeps finding excuses to visit the restaurant alone, and Jamie can't tell if she's imagining the sparks... or if the woman she's been waiting on might just be the one she's been waiting for.

Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMC

It was supposed to be anonymous. Just some harmless, late-night messeges on a forum. No names. No photos. No real-life complications. She was GoldTrap-mysterious, sharp, and way too good with words. I was BlueInk-awkward, sarcastic, and definitely not looking for anything. But then she made me laugh. Then she made me think. Then... she made me feel things I really shouldn't be feeling for someone I've never met. I'm Quinn. Twenty-four. Screenwriter-in-training. Emotionally a little chaotic and basically there no reason an amazing woman like her would be falling for someone like me. I've played a lot of roles in my life. But never this one. ----------------------------------------------- Late at night, I started writing letters to a stranger on a private forum-just to feel something real. She calls herself BlueInk. She's young, clever, infuriatingly honest... and somehow, she sees right through me. She doesn't know I'm Juliette Delaney-Hollywood's favorite ice queen with a face on every magazine and a life that doesn't belong to me anymore. She doesn't know that when I type, my hands shake. That when I read her replies, I smile. That I'm craving her words more than I've ever craved the spotlight. And I don't know what will happen if she finds out who I am. Because if I tell her the truth, I might lose the one person who loves me for who I really am. Not the icon. Not the actress. Just... me. But if I don't? I'll never get to feel her say my name out loud.