Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

Isabella is desperate for her own independence, but her overprotective father stands in the way of her future. When she demands that she attends a University two hundred miles away from her home, her father only has one exception; a bodyguard. Elio is dedicated to his career to honour his late sister, but when he owes a favour to an ex-mafia boss, he takes body-guarding to a completely new level. Isabella is reckless and likes to push her bodyguards limits. Elio has zero patience and a desire to punish his client. When things start to get heated and unexpected feelings get in the way, their forbidden relationship becomes a distraction when Isabella's life is on the line. Elio is desperate to not let down another important woman in his life. But he can't save everyone, including his own bleeding heart. Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Bodyguard - Age-gap (8 years - FMC is 21 and MMC is 29) - Forbidden Love - Brat FMC/Grumpy MMC - Light BDSM (sub/dom vibes) - Size difference (5'4 & 6'6) - University/College Setting - Past Trauma/Healing - ANGST (so much of it)

Cade Miller is one of the criminals chosen to act as a subject for a new military project. Now standing at 10-feet-tall, he must train to fight against a new threat against earth. Elisa Davies is terrified when she discovers the Immortal who she has to tend to. Who she has to visit every week as his doctor. Will she be able to handle him, or will her trauma overpower her? Read to find out!! A new, giant-tiny, sci-fi romance. Make sure to check the TW at the end of the prologe!! Disclaimer: my first language is NOT english, so I apologize for any typo or misused expression in advance.

Lani is a sweet shy girl that has been abused all her life until one day when she was walking her dog she heard piercing scream Atlas another day of catching fuckers that steal from me as I punched the guy and shoot him in the leg I hear a sharp gasp Will Atlas help show Lani what will love is and protect her from the dangers of this world or will Lani break?

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

Cleo Winters has learned to survive by staying quiet. At school, she's invisible, bullied and ignored. At home, she tiptoes around her mother's sharp moods and cruel words, never knowing when kindness will turn into punishment. But when her mother announces a sudden move to London to marry a wealthy businessman named Eric Westwood, Cleo's silent life is shattered. Thrown into a family she's never met, surrounded by strangers who live in luxury while she carries scars no one can see, Cleo must navigate a new house, a new country, and a new set of rules.

Sequel to Guilty Conscience

And for the first time since the world had broken him, Henry chose not to destroy what he found.

Freya, a fragile and elusive girl, has been battling her inner demons for years, trapped in a spiral of anorexia that seems to consume her from within. When her father safety is threatened by a danger she cannot face alone, a mysterious and stoic bodyguard, Hunter, is sent by her dad to protect her. Between him, who lives by control and discipline, and her, who is trying to break free from her own chains, a complex bond forms-full of tension, anger, and a strange intimacy. In a world where every glance can wound and every gesture can save, Freya must learn that true strength lies not only in the body... but in the heart and the trust she dares to give.

Clara hasn't spoken a word since she was four years old. When her parents decide to spend their later years in a small town, she has no choice but to follow - back into a house full of strangers, noise, and people who expect things from her she doesn't know how to give. She retreats to her room, her books, and the dark, empty bath where everything feels controlled again. Then there's Stas. Twenty-five, easy-going, embedded in every corner of the town - the kind of person Clara has spent her whole life avoiding. He's only there to fix the pipes. He's not supposed to notice the girl watching him through a cracked door. He's definitely not supposed to be the reason she finally speaks. But some things can't stay unsaid forever.