• 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻, 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂• || MATURE CONTENT 18+|| In which a twenty years old broken girl sets her eyes on a married man. She always gets what she wants And right now, she wants 𝒉𝒊𝒎. Started: 25.10.2020 Finished: 15.04.2021 Amazing cover by: @nataliag2020 ♣️ Top ranking: ♣️ #1 in lust #1 in affair #1 in olderguy #1 in married man #1 in passion #1 in sin #1in age-gap #1 in mature

"ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴏᴄᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ɢɪʀʟ, ʜᴍ," "ꜱᴏ ᴡᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏ ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ" *** 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓰𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓻𝔂, A twenty year old woman finishing out her last few months left in college, studying business. Kind, giving, sweet, and innocent are all words you can use to describe Ella Montgomery. Underneath the reserved girl lies more than what meets the eye, catching the eye of her new professor. 𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓼 𝓔𝓵𝓲𝓸 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓸, A thirty-two year old Italian professor teaching business who moves to the states miles away from Italy, his home to a rainy destination in hopes to hide from the dark secrets he keeps buried down to give his six year old daughter, Athena, a better and safer life. His built up walls come crashing down the moment he meets the beautiful doe brown eyed girl who happens to be his student, he saw something in her behind the kind smiles - something that intrigued him to know her more.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦" 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 "𝙎𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 " (𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊) ✧⁠◝A suspense thriller romance◜⁠✧ (Under major editing. Read it at your own risk) A tale of four families, trapped in threads of love, Obsession and blood. The secrets that should have been buried deep but have relived with new faces again. Four couples, four bloodlines writing a new dynasty with obsession and destruction. A haunted past that hover over them like an undeniable curse. A love so deep that it's both sin and salvation. Read to find out, what destiny had planned for them when the past curses the future, destroys and rebuild it again-just to bury it deep into the ground once again erasing it's trance.

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.