She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

Sierra Esposito knew three things well. One- People were inherently evil and selfish. Two- Words are what got you hurt. Three- Sometimes it was easier to accept the situation, rather than fight back. These three rules got her through life-- not unscathed, but alive. Even when she didn't want to be. ... Giuseppe De Santis had been searching for his missing daughter, ever since she was taken all those years ago. When he finally gets the phonecall saying she's been found, he's ecstatic. Finally happy that everything can go back to the way it used to be. But Sierra has changed since she was a baby and she knows nothing of him and his world. And when she isn't speaking to him or her brothers, it's almost impossible to get her to open up. They must learn to be a family again, but that's almost impossible. There are so many secrets between them and other factors are at play. Factors that are determined to get Sierra back, no matter who gets hurts. ... TW* This story has mentions/depictions of assault (physical, sexual, mental, etc), alcohol abuse, drug abuse, self-harm, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, violence, and anything else falling under those categories. Please prioritize your mental health. *Any images in the cover and/or chapters are not mine. I found them on Pinterest* *I own all the rights to these characters. Please do not pirate my work*

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

Thank you to @_munroe for the new cover! Austin is on the run after kidnapping his little sister, "Pixie", the only thing he cares about and the only person he loves. His life consists of making money any way he can, staying alive, staying hidden, and taking care of the deeply traumatized 5-year-old. In a van that serves as both transportation and home, they're biding their time on the streets of Dallas, Texas until Austin's 18th birthday, when he hopes to adopt Pixie and save her from the nightmare that was both of their lives. Then along comes Rory, an aspiring ballerina who's falling apart behind her graceful facade. She enters Austin's life by chance and gives him something new to hold onto. From completely different worlds, they complicate each other's lives, but they might just end up saving each other.

[18+] | smut warning "You're younger." "Doesn't change the fact that you are dripping wet for me." She said it was wrong. He proved it felt too good to care. He's her best friend's cousin. Sleeps across the hallway. Two years younger, and still knows how to make her bend. Moan. Beg. "Truth or dare?" he asks. "Dare." "Then don't make a sound while I fuck you." She said she wouldn't fall. But when his hand wraps around her throat and he growls, "I don't care who touched you before. You're mine now." She breaks.

"You're shaking so fucking hard, Ryan... Is it because you're terrified of what I'll do to you, or because you're praying I finally ruin that innocent little brain of yours?" His breath stuttered. The pencil slipped from his fingers. "Madison... stop," Ryan whispered, voice strained, ears burning red. "You know we can't do this. I'm your tutor. This can't happen." I smiled against his skin, squeezing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "But baby," I purred, voice low and filthy, "your dick says otherwise."

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks for him, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, he's just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books, tying her shoes, and driving her all around. What they don't know, is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly notices the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ***UNDERGOING STRUCTURAL EDITS*** ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 #2 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

"𝑺-𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘," 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑰 𝒈𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉. "𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚, 𝒑-𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆.." 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 '𝑶'. "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒖𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒈𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏, 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒚. . . .

[𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄] ❝Hey,❞ I breathe. My fake husband grabs my hip with a bruising, strong grip. My flesh between his fingers feels like heaven to me. I love provoking him like that. This shy, innocent guy that has no business making me feel such desire. His eyes track my body down nervously, every inch of my skin. I skim his nose slowly with my fingers, pushing his glasses up. His breath hitches. He lets out a raspy moan against my neck when I grind down on his lap through his work slacks. I want him so badly, my body flush against his hard torso. I want all of him. But it's too soon. Too rushed. I can't. - In which Love Harmon, a seductive enigma, enters an unlikely, arranged marriage with Theo Langdon, an innocent, shy analyst. - COMPLETED ✓ - Highest Rankings: [𝟏] nymph [𝟏] nerd [𝟏] goodboybadgirl [𝟏] goodboy [𝟏] nerdboy [𝟏] fakedating [𝟏] opposites [𝟏] oppositesattract [𝟏] tension [𝟏] shyboy #2 badgirlgoodboy #2 virginboy #3 naughty #3 arranged #4 temptation