AGE GAP ------ 18+ "You're making bracelets," I say, as though it's the most incriminating thing in the world. She groans again, turning her back to me as she crosses her arms tightly over her chest. "So what? I wasn't tired." "It's nearly midnight," I reply. "And you have school in the morning." She doesn't move, but I catch the way her shoulders hunch tighter, her voice muffled as she mutters, "What are you, my dad now?" Dad. Daddy- I exhale a quiet breath, brushing a hand through my hair. "Hardly." Silence again, but not an uncomfortable one. Her room smells faintly of salt and lavender, and I can just make out the soft fringe of her hair spilling across the pillow as she stubbornly keeps her back turned to me. "What were you planning to do, anyway?" I ask, nodding at the shells. "Make a bracelet for every single person in this town?" "Maybe," she shoots back, but I can hear the faint pout in her voice. I crouch beside her bed, levelling myself just below where she lies. "Sadie." She finally rolls onto her back, blinking up at me with bleary eyes. Her hair is a wild mess around her face, her bottom lip pushed out ever so slightly as she glares at me like an unruly child who's been caught. "Go to sleep," I say gently. "Make me." _____________________ Sadie Harper: 17-year-old school girl with a playful and carefree attitude. Victor Hale: The enigmatic 34-year-old newcomer to their coastal town, stirring emotions she doesn't fully understand.

A sweet, innocent 19yr girl, who wanted nothing more than to read books about love. Knowing how she fantasizes of meeting someone, who'd treat her like the girls in the books. Spoil her like the girls in the books. She soon runs into a man who soon is to spoil her as she wishes, but he has a secret that might ruin everything within their relationship.

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

Isabella is a 17-year old high school girl. She has a very lovely, innocent and kind personality, that basically makes her a blob of sunshine wherever she goes. A traumatic incident in the past leaves her broken whenever a strange man touches her. Xavier is a 22-year old mafia leader. He's ruthless, aggressive and cold, uncaring and unfettered about everyone around him, except those close to him. He's cold to the world, making him the most feared man in the country. Left alone to fend for at a young age, he has closed his heart to everyone around him. What happens when an innocent and lovely girl meets with a cold and ruthless mafia boss? Will the innocent and naïve Isabella allow the cold man into her life? Will Xavier break down his cold stature to open up his heart for the little angel? Bring in an older brother who is hell-bent on tearing down Xavier and taking the throne for himself. Mysteries will be uncovered as the past is unveiled by Xavier and Isabella, along with two others. Will Xavier and Isabella still have a future? Read to find out the story of two broken hearted people trying to cope up for love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ #1 in sad quotes #2 in broken friendship #3 in broken hearts

Rea thought she'd escaped the life that nearly destroyed her. Her mate. Her supposed pack. The mate bond.. But freedom comes with its own dangers. Hunted by wolves and stalked by those who know what she is, she runs toward the only man who can sever her past: Alpha Malbec Sterling. Only... not everything goes as planned. Every step toward safety pulls her deeper into unknown territory, where secrets run as wild as the forests she hides in. And if only an Alpha can save her... is Malbec truly her only option? She was meant to belong to one Alpha. Fate had other plans.

"Show daddy how much you love to get tied up and fucked so hard in that tight pussy of yours. Show daddy how much you love getting teased by his cock." I looked away from his face in shyness and a slap was immediately connected to my sensitive breast making me mewl. "That was a command and I like it to be pursued." He looked at me with a menacing smirk while I stammered out a reply. "B-but daddy I-ahh!" Another slap hit my sensitive skin but it was on my leaking paradise. "I didn't ask for a reply or for you to speak. Get on your knees and suck my cock, show daddy how much you love choking on his hot cum." His words were so dirty and sinful I'm wanted to look away but I know I'd get punished if I do. I needed to submit to him, even if his words about me are so disgraceful, belittling and shameless...It made excited, so much excitement I got from him... It's making me submit. I will, 'cause he's my daddy. I got on my knees and hesitantly look down at his long.. thing.. That I will now call a rod and slowly reached out for it. He is belittling me, calling me slut and shaming me so much.. But the feeling of being ashamed is so good when it comes from him. He wants me to show him how much I love it when he destroys my sensitive paradise. I will do as daddy commands. _teaser for the story to come. This is my first ever story. It will have its ups and downs, it won't be perfect but it'll be its best. Add my story to your library you can find it easier. Thanks for choosing this story see you in the ride.

"Matteo, can I ask you a question?" Lilly asked, looking up at him. "That was a question." he joked. She giggled, "I mean a different question, just something that I'm curious about." He nodded, "What is your question then?" "Why do you call me 'flower'? Does it mean something?" she asked. Matteo smiled, "Flowers are my favorite plants. They're beautiful and bright, the prettiest things I've ever seen that brings me comfort. When I look at them, I feel all my problems disappearing, that's the reason I like to take such good care of my garden. And you, Lilly, are just as precious to me as those flowers." ~***~ Lilly Knight wasn't know for anything special, she was a normal waitress at a small cafe close by her house. Though she was childish at times, please found her to be kind hearted and adorable. But one thing that was bothering her, she never had anyone there for her except for her best friend. But one accidentally phone call would soon change all of that for her... Matteo Morelli was the Don of the Italian Mafia, cold-hearted but sometimes nice only when he felt like it. He was feared by most, though he was lonely and money was never enough to make him happy. The last thing he would've expected was to call the wrong person and get somehow still want her as his own just by hearing her sweet voice. ~***~

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.

"God Damn, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid my eyes on. She looks like a fucking angel"; I almost think I'm dreaming as I stare at her full pink lips and dab of freckles across her nose and her eyes... her eyes are amazing I could just get los-" "Wait, what the fuck? I sound like Romeo"

"What's your name?" I asked the gray-eyed angel beside mei "Killian, sweetheart". His voice was gruff but warm. Oh! his name is sweetheart too. "Killian sweetheart, that's a nice nice name," I tried to spell, to which he laughed. Pretty laugh. Awieees. "Sweetheart, my name is Killian." ************ Ellie Reed Arben embodies the concepts of purity and innocence, as well as being cute and adorable. Returning years later to her hometown, she meets her childhood sweetheart, Killian Knight. Killian is the definition of terror. Meeting her years later was already decided; however, he no longer desires the "baby-love" that Ellie expects. To the world, he is cold, but to her, he's her sweetheart. Her Husband.