this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

This is a story about the Vampire Queen. Vampires have hidden underground for a century, and Lilith became queen. She is feared by all of them, for she doesn't give second chances. They take in human prisoners, for blood, and also for information about the humans, about the above. But one prisoner isn't afraid of Lilith. And she is intrigued, for everyone else fears her. But she knows she has to kill him, or else her followers will get curious. Blurb- "Why did you kill him?" I look up. Her small face looks sad, and her eyes look like she is about to cry. "Because, I need power. Do you want me to tell you something?" She nods. "To get power, you need fear. To get fear, you need to kill. Remember that." "What about love?" Her wide green eyes stare up at me. "Love, my dear, is the weakest of all. Without love, you have no weakness." I stand up and leave her to stare after me. Cover made by my friend @dream3rs

I've always thought vampires were cool, eternal life super strength, super speed, those amazing fangs even compulsion that everyone wished they had. I wished I had it even more so I could compel all these losers at school to give me a break. I've got weird eyes so what? My mum says I should be proud then, or my adoptive mum to be exact. She's probably only saying that because she doesn't want to break anymore news to her adoptive child. I just want the last year of school to be a quiet and peaceful one, I'll graduate and get the fuck out of this stupid town. Oh boy how I was wrong. •••••••••••••• BEST RANKINGS #6 in fantasyfiction #50 in fantasyadventure

Nine-teen-year- old Annabelle rivers has perfected the art of pretending she's fine. At college, she smiles, studies, stays quiet. At home, she endures a mother whose love comes laced with cruelty-cut's disguised as concern, wounds disguised as lessons. Annabelle carries the pain in silence, hidden beneath long sleeves and late-night tears, just trying to survive her final year without falling apart. Then she walks in. Ms. Beaumont-thirty-nine, brilliant, wealthy, and carved from ice-arrives as the new mathematics professor with a reputation as sharp as her heels. Students fear her. Staff avoid her. She is the kind of woman who seems untouchable, unreachable, and uninterested in anything beyond her immaculate walls. But Annabelle notices the cracks. And Ms. Beaumont notices her. What starts as tension-dangerous, electric, wrong-slowly coils into something neither of them should want. Annabelle is drawn to the darkness behind Ms. Beaumonts eyes, the soft trembling beneath her cold exterior. And Ms. Beaumont despite every rule she's built her life around, can't seem to stay away. Their stolen moments become confessions. Their glances become obsession. Their connection becomes a secret that could ruin them both. Because this isn't just forbidden-it's destructive. A professed hiding old scars. A student burying new ones. A love that feels like the only safe place they've ever known...and the most dangerous choice they could make. As Annabelle spirals deeper into her own shadows and Ms. Beaumonts past threatens to surface, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Some people aren't meant to love each other. And some can't survive without it.

She reaches for my right hand, brings it between her legs without asking, and drags my fingers through her. Once. Twice. Slow, filthy strokes that coat my skin in her slick heat. She's drenched, so wet the sound is unmistakable, and the scent of her arousal floods the room like a drug. She presses my soaked fingers to my mouth, smearing herself across my bottom lip, my tongue, the corner of my jaw, down the column of my throat until I taste nothing but her. Then she leans in, voice ragged against my ear. "Feel how easily I get this wet just thinking about owning you?" she whispers. "That's what you're walking away from if you don't rewrite the contract exactly how I want it." My knees go painfully numb, before I feel them again. She sees it. Her smile is slow, cruel, victorious. She steps back into the crimson silk, zips it with a sound like a blade sliding home, and smooths it over her hips as if she didn't just destroy me in under thirty seconds. _______________________________________________________________________________ Two powerful women. One vicious high-profile murder case. A private contract that binds them in ways ink never warned about; obedience traded for torment, defiance punished with slow, aching pleasure. Milan Moretti: an untouchable Chicago prosecutor, wealthy and feared, who rules courtrooms by day and claims craving women by night, denying release until they break and beg. She never loses. Never bends. Never obsesses... until Zara Winslow, her brilliant, defiant mirror, crashes back into her world and awakens something feral. Forced together amid media storms, extreme tension and secrets, their rivalry explodes into a binding agreement where desire is leverage, punishment is exquisite, and control slips into consuming obsession. Who will shatter first in her hands?

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙚. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙬, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Born into fame. Forced into the spotlight. When her mother's fashion empire falls into scandal, 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 is automatically involved, and her image is on the line. 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞 is a cold, powerful attorney, hired to silence the scandal and control London. But some entanglements blur the line between control and desire. And not all of them are meant to be undone.

She spilled coffee on a stranger. She didn't know she was falling into her orbit. Ivy Moore is twenty-two, restless, and quietly unraveling beneath the weight of expectations she never chose. The daughter of a respected doctor, she has everything she needs-on paper. But between university lectures and long shifts at a campus café she doesn't need but insists on keeping, Ivy feels adrift. Until one wrong step lands her in the path of Celeste Deloera. Elegant. Untouchable. Dangerous in stillness. Celeste is not just Ivy's literature professor-she's also the editor-in-chief of the world's most exclusive fashion and culture magazine. Cold and precise, Celeste rules every room she enters. So when Ivy unknowingly applies for a job as her personal assistant, she finds herself pulled into Celeste's tightly controlled world of power, beauty, and brutal expectations. But working beside Celeste is nothing like Ivy imagined. It's long nights, sharp silences, stolen glances, and unspoken rules. And the longer Ivy stays, the more the lines blur-between obedience and desire, between curiosity and obsession, between what's allowed and what's already begun. Now, Ivy lives in two realities: one where she's the quiet student at the back of the classroom... and another where she walks two steps behind Celeste through velvet-curtained galas and midnight boardrooms. Close enough to feel her. Never close enough to know her. What begins as admiration becomes fascination. Fascination becomes obsession. And obsession, Ivy learns, always has a cost. In a world ruled by secrets, silence, and stares held a second too long, love is not gentle. It stares you down. And dares you to follow.

"Why are you so against wanting me, Princess?" She whispers in my ear as she keeps me against the wall, reeking of alcohol. "I know you want me just as much as I want you..." My breath hitched as I looked up at her, taking in those green lustful eyes that peered at me measuredly. "Tell me you want me." She says, expecting me to answer her - no, she wants me to answer. I don't have much of a choice. "I want..." I spoke up before being kissed aggressively. - - - Amelia Monroe is a 22 year old woman who lives a horrible life with her parents who seems to care more about drugs than her. Until, one day from work she comes home to see her parents debt collectors holding them at gunpoint. - ! WARNING! This story contains: Violence & Crime Intersex woman (G!P) Drugs Blood ** Rankings #1 Protective December 24, 2025 #1 Intersex January 31, 2026 #1 Conflict January 30, 2026

~ A Seductive Study in Secrets and Control × Smutt. × Professor - college student. × Chaos. If you do not prefer reading smutt. I strongly advise you to (not) read this book. My Other Books: Mrs. Selene Blackwood - "The Silent Confession" Sequel! My Best Friend's Mother When forbidden desires blur the lines between friendship and temptation. Aphrodite - My Tail Leads Me To You In a world of gods and secrets, love follows its own mysterious path. Thirsting For Her. ©2025

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.