A teen mom on the run from the world she wants to leave behind meets a powerful couple who would burn that world for her

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

She's used to measuring beams and calculating loads. She's used to measuring consequences and maintaining control. When Imani, a skilled construction worker, crosses paths with Evelyn, the brilliant and determined daughter of a powerful CEO, sparks fly where they least expect it. In a world of deadlines, steel, and dust, the lines between professionalism and desire blur. Every glance, every accidental touch, threatens to tip the carefully built boundaries they've set for themselves. But the more they resist, the closer they fall-to each other, to temptation, and to a future neither can predict. Foundations are tested. Hearts are at stake. And some structures, like love can't be rushed.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." A"No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

She is a Pure Blooded Vampire, the youngest child of the Vampire Queen and the favorite. An extremely privileged life, away from the struggles most face everyday, including those from slaves. They are Pure Blooded Alphas. Slaves. One was a fighter, a performer for the undead in a kill or be killed Arena. The other bounced from owner to owner due to her obnoxious behavior and her loud mouth until being sold on auction. The three live in extremely different worlds, but, their souls are bonded. Mates they are. But is it even possible for a Princess and two Slaves to be together in the world of darkness where vampires rule over werewolves? Can they even love each other after the queen of the undead shackled the wolves in chains? It's hard to say.

"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

People called Alex a freak. Weirdo. Fake boy. Mute. Fag. So on and so on. Alex didn't deny it. She didn't entirely care in fact cause she knew she was different from the other kids. But it wasn't from being mute, having ASD, was intersex, or that her abusive, drunk father forces her to work in his mechanic shop for zero pay. No, it was the fact that she could make things happen without even meaning too. When upset, Alex can make lightbulbs explode. Hurt people accidentally by breaking their bones or sending them flying across the room without touching them. Make the ground beneath her tremble and so much more. Alex knew something was different with her, that she was indeed a freak. But not everyone thinks that. One day, Alex is dragged into a whole other world after helping a beautiful girl her own age with her broken car. A girl who called her mate. Little did she know, how much of a roller coaster her life will become after that.

A marriage built on duty becomes a journey neither expected - where tempers, tenderness, and trust slowly intertwine in ways that change everything.

Read to find out Warning.. This story has Mature languages and sexual contents

"You need to leave Reese" I said realizing that James and the rest are probably not too far away from us and they can be here at any minute. "I'm gonna kill him first-" I cut her off and shook my head "I called for backup" She clenched her jaw and punched the wall behind me, making me flinch "fuck you" --- This story will include: (warnings) -detailed sexual content -family/relationship issues -violence (killing, fighting etc.) -sexual assault/mention on rape -use of weapons (knifes, guns etc.) -a lot of crimes lol