"𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓." "𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏." 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐋𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 was never supposed to be chosen - and yet, out of sixty thousand models, she was. Now under the control of StarCorp's cold and untouchable founder, 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐬𝐬, Ella finds herself pulled into a world of luxury, lust, and the impossible standards of fame. But Taylor plays a slow game. And Ella? She's not as easy to break as the girls before her. Tear Me Down may NOT be reproduced, copied, reposted or translated in any way unless explicit permission is given directly from the author.

❝ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒏 ❞ 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐑 is a storm wrapped in human skin. Reckless, brilliant, and utterly unapologetic. Being born into wealth, she has never learned the meaning of restraint. Her laughter borders on rebellion, her choices on provocation. She draws eyes wherever she goes and yet few truly grasp the intensity that burns beneath her careless charm. After leaving the place she once called home, she arrives at France and attends St. Romier University with the same unruly fire she carried across oceans. A new student in a new world, she sneers at rules, shrugs at expectations, and slips into a nightlife that feels more like an invitation to self-ruin than reinvention. 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 has lived her life in refinement and order with every step she took. As a professor, she is brilliant; as a widow, quietly broken. After retreating to the quiet countryside to mourn, she returns to Paris determined to reclaim the parts of herself that existed before tragedy reshaped her world. A new position at St. Romier University offers distance from memory and proximity to purpose. She expects her days to be orderly, her lectures thoughtful, her boundaries intact. She expects composure. She expects silence. What she finds instead is Francesca Caldair. Bound by circumstance yet divided by every moral line that should have kept them apart, they begin circling each other in a dangerous, gradual gravity. What starts as curiosity morphs into something sharper, heavier. Stolen glances that last too long, conversations filled with tension, a connection neither understands but both fear to name. One question becomes impossible to ignore: How far will they go for something they were never meant to want?

"Am I too close?" I whispered, referring to our first conversation. Times were different now, we were different now. I watched as she fluttered her eyes closed, the sound of the music officially become background noise to the tension. It was giving in just as we did. Just as she did. "Maybe I want you to be..." - Blaine's love life is turned upside when she comes across a relentless Delta. Tatted like a notorious gangster, Niy'Asia makes all the effort to show Blaine how much she actually cares, despite constantly having to put her own feelings aside.

"I'll treat it like it's mine if you admit who it's for." She stated. Her words only made the ache between my legs worse. Fuck I hate her. But in that moment, my common sense seemed to evaporate. The battle between my brain and body seemingly came to an end. The way she was talking to me, the way she was touching me, left my body in a frenzy and she had barely done anything. I had never been this fucking desperate - And I hated it. "It's for you." I mumbled reluctantly as the last shred of my ego slipped away. "Who's it for?" She murmured, slowly sliding my red lace underwear to the side. "It's for you Anastasia." I breathed ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ Anastasia Grey, an lawyer notorious for representing the Mafia, finds herself on the run after getting entangled with the leader of The Green Angels. Originally from Ireland, she finds herself in the heart of New York, attempting to lay low as the assistant of a real estate agent. But with her past slowly creeping up on her and the hot headed blonde she now works for making her life nothing but difficult, how long will it really be before her world begins to crumble around her?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.

A dark romance story. Cheryl Blossom is a new college student at the University of Nevada in Las Vegas. She's 18, a college freshmen in a completely new state, town, and living quarters. Her family, especially the women, expects her to fail. None of her family went to college, they were all arranged into marriages at the age of 18. That's not Cheryl's story though. Cheryl wants to be someone, have a life, a girlfriend, maybe even a kid or two, she'll survive on her own. She doesn't need her homophobi, misogynist "family". What she doesn't know, is that soon she'll need a certain older woman. Specifically, her 38 year old professor. Antoinette 'Toni' Topaz has been a college professor for over 10+ years. Every year is the same, a new class comes, a new class leaves. This routine is normal for her. Toni goes to class, goes home, and repeats it the next day. Over and over, year after year, class after class, this stays the same. Until...class of 2028...You see, this class is different. Why? Because Cheryl Blossom is in it. • Age gap love (20 year age gap) • Sexual content • Dark romance themes • All characters belong to the show Riverdale, this is a fanfic This story is intended for mature audiences only (16+). In no way do I condone this in real life, this is purely fictional and a common dark romance genre.

"I swear nothing happened" I tried not to moan "I warned you Allison that you are mine that no one should touch you the way I want to touch you that no one should see you the way I want to see you " she husked as she plunged two of her fingers inside of me My head hang back in pleasure as I tried to contain my moans. The pleasure I was feeling was undeniably. "On your knees" she growled I quickly dropped to my knees with my hands on my thighs waiting for further instructions. She unbuckled her belt then unzipped her pants. She pulled her pants down along with her boxers and her dick sprung out. She was huge. "Suck like the slut you are" she growled I didn't move or anything. She gripped the back of my head and pushed her dick into my mouth causing me to choke. "I said to suck don't disobey me" I could barely breathe her dick was hitting the back of my throat cutting the air off to my lungs. She pulled me back and I started to cough. You could see my saliva glistening her dick She gripped my neck then picked me up bringing my face closer to hers "I'll show you never to disobey me Allison" She roughly turned me around and shoved me down on the desk so that my back was to her. "You haven't been a good girl have you Allison?" She slapped my ass The sting cause me to yelp and jolt further on the desk. "I asked you a question so answer me Allison" she slapped my ass again harder than the first time "No I haven't" I choked out tears running down my face "No you haven't and for that I'll teach you a lesson" she hissed She gripped my waist then lined her guy up with my entrance. "Fuccckkkk" I moan as she slammed into me She roughly thrust into me giving me long deep strokes as she slapped my ass. "Fuck you feel so good princess" She grunted "But you were bad" She picked up her pace going faster and deeper. She snaked her hand around my waist and to my clit where she used her thumb to rub circles against my clit. "Please I-I'm sorry" I tried to moan

Anna didn't move to New York with a plan. She only had charm, too much optimism, and a knack for getting fired. After a streak of disastrous jobs, she stumbles into a position as Sabrina's assistant. Sabrina has built her company on precision and control; Anna can barely keep her plants alive. They're complete opposites, but in the city that never sleeps, even the wrong match can turn into something right.

Twenty-four-year-old Clementine Bailey has spent her whole life working sunup to sundown on the Bailey farm. Feeding animals, fixing fences, harvesting crops, doing the work everyone expects her to. The dependable farmer's daughter with dirt on her boots, a soft smile, and a secret she's carried since she was sixteen. She's been in love with FinLeigh Drayton, pastor's daughter, town sweetheart, and her best friend, for eight long years. FinLeigh has spent her entire life trying to be perfect. The perfect Christian, the perfect daughter, the perfect fiancée. Courting Everett Bishop, the golden boy from one of the founding families should feel right. Everyone says it is. But every kiss leaves her cold, every touch makes her flinch, and every whispered prayer begging God to make her "normal" goes unanswered. Because the only time she's ever felt anything real- was with Clementine.

Shay has learned how to disappear in plain sight. She moves through her days quietly-head down, emotions locked away, body trained to endure more than it should. Control is survival. Distance is safety. And no one ever looks close enough to see what she's learned to hide. Until someone does. Lilith Armstrong is everything Shay isn't allowed to want: composed, authoritative, untouchable. A woman who understands the body down to its smallest fracture-and sees far too much when she looks at Shay. What begins as instruction slowly becomes attention. What feels like guidance sharpens into something heavier, more dangerous, and impossible to ignore. Between the anatomy of the human body and the anatomy of restraint, lines blur. Power shifts. Desire festers in the quiet moments where it shouldn't exist. And Shay must decide whether being seen is worth the risk of being undone. Anatomy of Restraint is a dark, slow-burn psychological romance about control, obsession, and the intoxicating danger of crossing boundaries that were never meant to bend.