She was broken, silent, and small. He was dangerous, powerful, and cold to everyone but her. When Alexander finds 23 year old Daisy bruised, terrified, and deaf curled up on a dark street during a mission, he doesn't know why he stops. He only knows he can't leave her behind. What begins as protection turns into something deeper as the ruthless gang leader finds himself slowly softening for the fragile girl who clings to safety like a lifeline. Daisy doesn't speak much. Her innocence and childlike ways confuse the men around her but Alexander sees what the others don't: she's been hurt in more ways than one. As he helps her adjust to her new life ordering plushies, creating a safe room, and learning her world of soft whispers and quiet tears he discovers just how much he needs her, too.

"To the public eye, they're a famous, international girl group... But in private, they're my little sluts and I'm their Daddy." *A redemption of The Assistant in my smut book. Start: November 7, 2020 As of April 13, 2021: 109k reads, 2.55k votes June 4, 2022: 329k reads, 7.1k votes

Highest rank #1 in Historical "That's enough." He said. "Let her go!" His voice came sharp as steel and in command. The man let go and I almost fell on my knees, weakened from days of starvation and caged in the storage. I looked at him uncertain what to do or think. The mysterious man observed me for a few seconds then strode over to his horse, fetching a flask of water. He loosened the lid and handed it to me. I snatched it from his hand like a feral animal and drank and drank until the last drop of water fell in my mouth. I was thirsty and dying, I couldn't get enough drink of water. He offered me spiced rice ball next and I consumed every bit of it in front of him without feeling any shame or reserved daintiness. I didn't care, I was hungry. I could care less whether I looked like a starving animal or a woman. Once I'm done, he merely groaned and said..."Let's go." I understood right then that I was just sold to a new master, and he is now my new owner. My new owner mounted on his horse, I expected to walk while he rode when he offered me his hand to help lift me up behind him. His gesture surprised me, and I jerked at the sight of his wide palm, thinking he was going to hurt me. "Don't be scared." He murmured, his voice is a gentle wave of softness. "I will not hurt you like your previous masters."

❗️previously named: "Uncle's Best Friend (h.s)"❗️ 🚫WARNING🚫 This story contains mature content, such as: sex daddy kink age gap Littlespace Abuse Sexual assault Ect. Please do not read if this things could be triggering to you. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "What's your name?" She asked timidly, her eyes locked with his for a bit too long. He looked around, making sure no one else was close. "You can call me daddy." He smirked, walking past her. --------- Highest rank: #1 in complex (11/24/2020) #1in hs (12/15/2020) #4 in adultthemes (9/14/2020) S T A R T E D: March 20, 2017 F I N I S H E D: not yet

Pastor Steven Whitefield, renowned for fearlessly speaking the unvarnished truth and serving as a spiritual guide, harbours a hidden secret entwined with his stepdaughter.

a girl named Layla lives in her house with her boyfriend Alex, her boyfriend treats her right but when he's mad he takes matters into his own hands he does not take no for an answer. he's always constantly punishing her even if she did not mean it he's very controlling

"Whose are you, baby?" "I'm y-yours." "No, baby, you're daddy's girl." In which a teenage girl is attracted to a twenty three year old who likes to be in control. {most impressive rankings: #1 in fivesecondsofsummer | #5 in relationship | #7 in luke | #89 in 5sos} {i don't allow translations} {cover by me} {completed}

When I decided to give up on him, He came to me by himself to devote himself completely to me, and showed his possessiveness to me that I never knew existed in the first place. But, what if I didn't want to continue the relationship anymore? Will I have another chance to alternate it? Or am I bound to give myself to him and only him? __________________ Spoiler:~ "Why are you reacting like this? Don't you care about my affairs anymore?" He asked as I felt his face nuzzling in between my neck and shoulders, sending me a jolt of electricity inside of me. I didn't answer him as I kept myself quiet and pretended to sleep. But suddenly, he retracted himself and shoved off my quilt that was covering me, and harshly turned me on my back. My eyes flew open in rage as I was about to burst on him, when I meet a pair of intimidating eyes that belonged to none other than this trash Alex. "Your heart changed, didn't it? Who is it?" He asked as he hit the side of the bed with a great force. But I was confused about what he was even saying, "What are you trying to say?" I asked. And what came was that creepy smile of his that made my heart thump loudly against my chest as a part of me got scared.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

"Ellie.. " he warned when I gently squeezed his hard bludge over the slacks causing him to cursed underneath his breathe. Mason wrapped his hand around my neck pulling my face closer to his. "I Know what are you trying to do, bella" he Whispered. A sexy smirk playing on his handsome face when I moaned feeling his another hand sliding down between my legs massaging me roughy. "And if you don't cut it out. I'll bend you over the table and spank that cute ass of yours in front of everyone. Do you understand?" I looked down with flushed face and slowly nodded my head. "Good" One friday night, Ellie Rose - A breathtaking beautiful, gorgeous, innocent and successful lawyer end up encountering with a handsome- well, Insanely Handsome, Gorgeous and Sexiest man alive. Little does she knew, he's one of the most powerful and highly successful Businessman of italy. To Ellie, it was just one night stand but to him, it was something more and he wasn't planning to let her go so easily. Things started to get too much heated between them as their every night turn out to be wild and full of passionate. But.. what dark secret is Mason Williams hiding? Warning: Mature language and Adult, sexual scene. The story will be edited once it get done.