Fate works in mysterious ways. Sometimes the stranger you saved turns out to be the love of your life. Read for more 18+ Mature (smut)(abuse)(trauma) BOOK TWO IS OUT

"What did I tell you about taking your top off during dances?" I flinch at her tone but still answer immediately. "Not to." "And what did you do?" "I took it off. Val I'm sorry I-" Her hand on my throat squeezes hard before she speaks. "You best enjoy the rest of your night cause when you get home you're in for it bambina." * * * * * * * * * * * * Isabella Creed is a 22 year old stripper. Stripping or most would say her body is the reason she isn't on the streets. Every man and woman married or single in the city of New York knows of the brunette beauty. They see her but she doesn't see them. That is until she locks eyes with a silver eyed mystery of a woman. Valentina Ferrari is a dirty Owner and business women of Ferrari Captive Inc with too many ties to the underworld. She gets what she wants even if it means using force. She's always in control from work to the sheets. People say she has a temper span smaller than the streak of silver in her midnight black hair. When she sees the brunette goddess everyone speaks of she knows her next toy she'll play with. What happens when Valentina becomes fond of the girl and wants only to protect her? What happens when Isabella stops trying to escape Vals steel grip on her and instead finds comfort in it?

Princess Cameron is forced to seek refuge in a private school. Despite her effort by laying low she quickly form a bond with Morgan, an annoying student who won't leave her alone. But with tensions both in and outside the walls, Cameron must decide whether to stand beside Morgan or go back to the safety of her old life. Will Cameron have what it takes to save both her kingdom and her new found feelings? Book 1: The Princess Book 2: Stranded Book Cover Design: HerParamour

"Damn she's so fucking hot, I'm glad I came down when I did" A girl and her best friend's sister can't seem to live without each other now that they've met. They are super attracted to each other, especially on Friday nights. Her best friend is all about the two of them, evwn though they are 4 years apart. A hot age gap, 18 and 22. What will happen between them?

Mia is a 18 year old girl. She's in her senior year of highschool and her dad is a mafia boss! Although her father is a cruel heartless man he has the biggest soft spot for his daughter.. And he's very picky of who she dates... So how will he react when the girl she falls in love with is his most loyal mafia member? This is my first ever story on wattpadd and I've always dreamed of writing my very own story. Tbh most of my stories are probably gonna be wlw so yea lol Chat this book makes me physically cringe when I read back on it I swear... Started: 31st January 2024 Completed: 22nd September 2024 Everything in this book is written by me and thought off by me. It is not a fanfic and all the characters are mine. #2 fem 27/7/24 #1 og 5/9/24 #6 butch 24/9/24

You never really expect your lust filled, one night stand to be the same person who's interviewing you for a job to be their assistant. The chances of that happening are slim to none. And it just so happens to be that Danielle is the anomaly. At least it's a nice desk.

⋆˙⟡♡ Elia is a recent college graduate who is moving to Sicily to further her education at the University of Palermo. Elia and her best friend find themselves in a life or death encounter at a nearby nightclub, waking up the next morning in an unfamiliar mansion. Kimbra is a mafia boss who owns the nightclub and several other businesses in the area. She doesn't accept disrespect and everyone she works with knows not to cross her. Despite her ruthless nature and supposed inability to love, a possessive Kimbra becomes drawn towards Elia immediately after bringing her home and tearing her away from danger that one night at the bar. With Kimbra's rival mafia searching for Elia, she is forced to remain under the watchful eye of Kimbra and her closest associates in their manor. How will the headstrong, smart-mouthed Elia handle being forced to live in close quarters with narcissistic Kimbra, and will her hatred remain, or will it shift into something else? **Hi everyone! This is the first thing I have ever published on WattPad (or anywhere for that matter), so please be kind! If you have advice or suggestions, feel free to comment some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. That being said, please enjoy the story! Trigger/content warnings below <3 If there is a chapter that I feel needs a specific trigger warning, I will try to add one at the beginning. TW: - mafia/gang-related violence - mentions of human trafficking - sexual violence - interpersonal violence (slapping, punching, etc.) Content disclaimer: - oral sex (GxG) - fingering - use of toys: vibrators, strap-ons - spanking - choking and hair-pulling - bondage/blindfolding - light knife play - praise & degradation

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

"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.

Completed :) '"May I?" She said, mimicking my tone from earlier. I nodded, almost letting out a moan as I felt her body push against mine. Her hands slid their way up from my waist to my arms, wrapping her hands around mine. "Hold it like this." She shuffled about trying to get her feet in the right position before placing her head above my shoulder to aim. "Shoot." I shot and it landed right above the target by like a centimetre. "Try again." I aimed a bit better and shot again. This time I hit it perfectly. "Good girl." She whispered in my ear.' GxG Smut warning 18+ TW blood, violence