Candy and Levi have been sworn enemies since they were twelve they've always fought and they despised each other. however after a series of events That force them to be near each other all the time will they become friends or rip each others heads off

Juniper Perlin - or Junie, as everyone calls her - ruled the halls since elementary school. Loud, bold, unbothered. Ezra Harrison? Quiet. Calculated. Never without a book and never without something smart to say. In middle school, they couldn't stand each other - and honestly, that might be putting it lightly. Junie used to make his life hell. Ezra never forgot. But high school changes people. And when senior Ezra ends up tutoring junior Junie in Algebra and Biology, the old tension turns into something new. Something intense. Something neither of them were ready for. From whispered apologies to secret smiles in art class, to truck rides, late-night study sessions, and a kiss that shifted everything - their story unfolds in slow, soft moments.

Starting her second year of college as a literature major student, Nevaeh Violet was all alone, no friends or family to support her. Having gotten a scholarship to study, she's never been more grateful. Bouncing from foster home to the other, Violet never fit in, she's too shy and nice for her own good. Being all alone, she never got to experience love and care. Being called a freak because of her unique colored eyes, Violet suffers from anxiety and PTSD from past events making Violet struggle to make friends. *** Five mafia kings, all searching for their queen. 'The Rulers' as people call them, have all been searching for their one. They aren't related by blood, but they treat each other as such. They aren't brothers by blood, but by choice. They've known each other since diapers, they've killed and got hurt for each other. They're the most dangerous mafias to ever exist for their brutal ways and ruthless looks. They share everything, ever since they were young, as teenagers they all made a pact that they'll share the one once they find her. But after coming empty handed after searching for years, they decide to act as professors and see if they find the one. What happens when they meet innocent and broken Violet? Will they be able to fix her broken heart or will it be too late? Violet is an orphan, or is she? Read to find out!!! Book covers and aesthetics by _navy_bluee_ *** # 1 anxiety attacks # 1 polyamory # 1 reverse harem # 1 kings # 1 daddies # 1 care # 1 18plus

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked. I let her go and lifted my right knee closer to her clit, actually pressing it against her this time. Her body let out a small and sharp inhale, making me smile a bit. I'm sure she's so sensitive right now. Her body full of arousal. "You like that? You like feeling my knee against your pussy don't you?" I slowly started to move my knee around to see her reaction, and it was greater than I thought it would be. A small moan fell from her lips, making me smile as I slid my hand underneath her hips, this time encouraging her to move. "Move your hips just like that. I want to feel your pussy against my knee" I whispered to her. I can tell by the way her eyes dimmed that she had never done this before, but she was so ready to that she did exactly as I said. Her breathing got deeper as she began lifting her hips to fully meet the base of my knee, softly grinding herself against me. I hummed as I watched her, watching her literally move her hips to receive her first orgasm. The way her hips moved made my dick throb even harder, I could only imagine what she looked like if she was to ride me. She took her lip between her teeth and almost instantly I wanted to come. I was already straining myself and trying not to, but the sight of her doing that makes me almost fall apart. ˣ An Angel deprived of her sexual innocence, introduced to a new sexual experience that may turn her world upside down. A devil who enjoys depriving angels of their innocence, introducing her to a world she may never get used to. #1 Submissivefemale #1 sexualcontent #1 dominantmale #1 adultthemes #1 blackwomanwhiteman #1 manxwoman #2 Darling

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

[COMPLETED] "One night." I whisper breathlessly as he begins to unbutton my blouse. "That's not going to be enough for me, baby. I need you longer than just one fucking night." He grunts. "Now let me please you." He says while taking his shirt off. Oh. ••• Twenty six year old Leona Goodwin is a stubborn, successful businesswoman, she has no time for men. That is until a hot businessman named Dario, 13 years her senior, lays eyes on her at a business party. Will she give into their instant connection or will her stubbornness push him away? #27 in romance / April 2021 #1 in bwwm / April 2021

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

"That's good to know but you're still getting punished." He smacked my ass. "I want you to count and if you mess up I'm gonna start over." I didn't respond. "Adira, you're already getting 20 hits. Do you really wanna make that 40 by ignoring me?" He asked. "No." I replied nonchalantly. "Count" He went down on my ass once more. "1" I counted tears building up in my eyes. 19 hits later. My ass was red for sure and my pussy was dripping wet down my thigh. He rubbed my ass and pulled my panties down. "Look at how wet you are bambina. You're a little pain slut aren't you." He hummed. 𝗧𝗼𝗽 𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 #113 in bwwm #164 in wmbw #113 in strongfemalelead #850 in bdsm

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."