18 year old Eryn-Marie Hale is a freshman at a new University in a new state. She moved all the way across the world to fulfill her dreams as well as a fresh new start in a new place. Everything seemed to be going well for the new Uni student. Passing classes, exploring the city and even making new friends! But maybe she made a horrible mistake. The Malgeri-Lynova Family was a very known family, not just by their name but status. Aryna and her wife Alexandria are well known women in the business world as well as underground jobs. With three children everything seemed complete. Until they brought home little Eryn. None of them could get enough of the sweet innocent timid little girl. They would do anything to have her. •Story idea by @julianaribeiracosta She helped come up with the synopsis and characters!! So big thanks.

A fiction story of 2 female CEOs and an 18 year old named Lola Stirling who has aged out of the foster care system. Three women who are navigating life after accidentally adopting the wrong person. ••• **⚠️‼️⚠️: Chapters are short with not much context till Lola turns 18. There are talks of trauma, past sexual abuse, a BDSM relationship between three consenting adults and talks of past severe emotional abuse. This story contains mature themes throughout. One of the main characters struggles with involuntary age regression due to stress, anxiety and trauma. This is not a story for someone under the age of 18. This story is intended for mature readers ONLY! Please read at your own discretion. This is a work of fiction and completely made up by the writer. ⚠️‼️⚠️

Isabella Montgomery is a rough and tough police officer; at least that's what she wants everyone to think. Under this persona, she is sensitive, emotional and shy. Only Amelia knows but soon, Carina and Maya will too. What will happen if they find out?

Olivia has spent most of her life surviving. Surviving fear. Surviving instability. Surviving the kind of loneliness that makes you feel too much and not enough all at once. When she ends up living with Lu, she doesn't know what to do with softness. With patience. With being cared for in ways that don't come with conditions. But healing isn't pretty, and safety doesn't come easy. Between nightmares, meltdowns, regression, shutdowns, and the constant fear of being too much, Olivia has to learn that love isn't supposed to hurt-and Lu has to prove, over and over again, that she isn't going anywhere. A story about trauma, healing, autism, age regression, found family, and learning how to call a place home. This is book 1

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Her sigh was quiet, but heavy with something like disappointment. "You're far too stubborn for your own good." Before I could respond, she bent - and without warning, her arms were around me again. "Wait-! My Lady, please!" She lifts me up. One arm beneath my knees, the other steady behind my back. "Alcina-!" I squeaked, gripping her shoulder. She looked utterly unbothered. "If you refuse to rest on your own, then I will ensure it myself." She shifted her hold on me, placing me on her hip. We were halfway up the stairs before I realised what was happening. The other maids had stopped to stare, eyes wide. I put my face in Alcina's neck to hide myself as best as I could. "Oh no, oh no." Alcina chuckled. "Perhaps next time you'll listen when I tell you to stay in bed." Alcina said faint amusement curling in her voice. No character are mine except for Ella. This is based off of Resident Evil. (Photo from pinterest: @iamjacksonphotography)

Sage, a 19 year old girl with a devastating past. With a troubled childhood and a messy last relationship it has left her being insecure and finds it hard to trust. She is also a little and known since she was 16 however her last relationship completely puts her off the idea of ever having a mommy again, let alone three. Harlow, Hazel and Iris, three gorgeous women who from first glance would probably look slightly terrifying, though they are all softies at heart. They are already in a very loving relationship with each other though they always knew something was missing. They have been looking for a little for years but with multiple failed attempts it has left them thinking about giving up. Until they found her.

Autumn is a 24 year old woman who works at a world wide company called empire rising. She's been working for this company for a few months and has always kept to herself. She seeks comfort in the little things. Age regression has always been apart of her life that keeps her afloat, helps her through tough times but she needs to keep it hidden. Everything can go wrong. Everything will crumble if people find out. But what if that's not the case? What happens if theres someone who can provide the comfort she's been searching for? Please be aware this is age regression and not a fetish.

Evangeline has just turned 18. As it is require by the government she must go to be classified. All her life she has held herself to be a Dom, much like the rest of her family is, but what happens when this doesn't work out to be the truth? Will she take it well or not? Follow along with her journey to settle in.

"Fine," she said. "If you won't take me seriously like this, I'll go put on my mafia outfit." Sloane squinted at her. "Your what?" "My mafia outfit." Before either of them could stop her, Lila jumped off the bed and ran out of the room. ____ Three minutes later, Lila came back. And Blair nearly spat out her coffee. Because apparently, "mafia outfit" meant she had dressed entirely in black-black cargo pants, a black long-sleeve shirt, black socks, and... Sunglasses. Inside. At breakfast time. Lila stood in the doorway like she had just stepped out of the world's least threatening action movie. "Well?" Sloane looked at her for a long moment. Then at Blair. Then back at Lila. "...No." Lila frowned. "What do you mean no?!" "I mean you look like a twelve-year-old trying to rob a gas station."