Kai has spent his life in the shadows-silent, unwanted, and unseen by the one person who should have protected him: his father. But when Beatrice, his soon-to-be stepmother, enters his world, everything begins to change. With her gentle guidance, fierce belief in his art, and quiet understanding of his deepest needs, Kai is given a chance not just to heal, but to belong. As she helps him build a future, piece by piece-portfolio, paint, pacifiers, and all-Kai begins to wonder: is it possible to be seen, to be wanted, to be... loved?

COMPLETE !! "What would you do if I die?" "Die." "Oh you would die?" I mumble and he nods giving me a small smile. "What would you do if I die?" He repeats my question. "Live." He frowns and I internally evil laugh at myself. That was a good one. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins was a talkative girl always in the mood for friends and Zeke Miller just happened to be there at the right time. Her bubbly personality, weird obsession with marvel, and stupid jokes enlightening his mood and fitting perfectly with his uncommunicative behaviour. No one would've expected it, but they understood each in a perfect, unusual way. She was funny and kind to everyone. He was rude and dull to everyone. Well, everyone except her. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* HIGHEST RANKS- #1 in goodgirl #1 in innocent #1 in cold #1 in heartfelt #1 in sweetheart #1 in attraction #2 in opposites #2 in cliche #4 in humour ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Adelia Collins wanted someone to match marvel sweatshirts with, but she didn't expect to come across a wealthy family who did dangerous things for living. Zeke Miller wanted a quiet day to observe, not meaning to contain a conversation with a weird girl at a cafe. But why did he come back? Why did he make her a friend? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* "Darling?" "Yes?" "Do you love me?" "Always. Why?" "Just making sure," ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Are these two going to get a happy ending? ~~~ 𝘼+𝙕? ~~~ *𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 * This story is rough around the edges in the beginning chapters and will hopefully get better. This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, self-harm, etc.)

It had been mere months after her eighteenth birthday, when she was pulled from the safe haven of her life and forced into the fantasy the women had created. Daisy and her wife Lottie, seemed insistent that Alexa was a child- barely a child, a baby. Both the women loved her, undeniably even. Alexa found that to the problem moreover, being suffocated by both women's love. She longed for freedom, she longed to be free once more. {a forced mdlg story - not sexual!}

After a long gruelling search a missing child is finally found. It's worse than they expected.

"Candy Land?" I said flatly. "Are we five?" She gasped. "Excuse me, Candy Land is a classic. It teaches patience. And how to handle betrayal." "I will absolutely not learn anything from Candy Land." "You're afraid you'll lose." "I'm afraid I'll lose brain cells." ●○●○●○●○●○● They're coworkers with clashing personalities-Nico is a reserved, no-nonsense, sarcasm-loaded type who avoids socializing like it's contagious. Willa is the peppy, chronically kind coworker who bakes muffins for the team and says "good morning" like it's a sacred ritual. Their company is hosting a weekend retreat meant for "team bonding." Everyone else is staying at the main lodge-but due to a reservation snafu (thanks, Sharon from HR), the last two employees to confirm end up stuck in a separate remote cabin. A blizzard hits. Hard. No power. No WiFi. No escape. Just them. And one bed. ●○●○●○●○●○● Word Count: 13,940

Jamie is a high-strung, anxious grad student trying to survive in a world that demands too much. When he meets Cole-a calm, grounded, and deeply intuitive older man-he discovers what it means to be nurtured, protected, and loved in ways he never imagined. Together, they explore a DDLB dynamic built on safety, rules, regression, comfort, and devotion.

Follow harper on her journey to navigate a safe space to heal... With the help of some caregivers of course! Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of self harm, blood, and injury.

SFW Ageregression Story No kink, no DDLG, no BDSM, no variants. ⊹₊˚ ‧︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Junie Casado has always been good at hiding things especially the part of her that still craves soft blankets, warm lights, and the quiet safety of being little. Most days, she gets through life with practiced smiles and carefully placed walls, hoping no one looks too closely. Giovanni Todaro sees her anyway slow, patient, and kind. He's been her friend for a long time: steady where she's frantic, gentle where the world has been too sharp. And then, one rainy afternoon, a simple invitation begins to loosen the knots she's held herself together with. Little details start to show. The stuffed bunny she keeps on her bed. The way she curls inward at raised voices. The softness she tries so hard to hide. Junie isn't ready to explain. Not yet. But some truths don't stay hidden forever. And when hers finally slips through the cracks, she'll have to choose: keep protecting herself from the things she longs for... or let someone love her exactly as she is. Started: July 22, 2025 Finished: August 10, 2025 ⊹₊˚｡⋆♡⋆｡˚₊⊹

Alexander Wolfe is the genius CEO behind the world's most advanced smart home system. His penthouse is sleek, spotless, and fully automated - and he likes it that way. No mess. No noise. No people. Enter Willow Hart, his annoyingly bright and budget-strapped executive assistant. When a system-wide AI crash leaves his luxury home unable to function without constant oversight, Alexander grudgingly agrees to let Willow stay and manage things "manually." Just for a few days. But Willow doesn't do quiet. She dances while cooking, rearranges furniture "for better vibes," and talks to his robot vacuum like it's a pet. His perfectly ordered world begins to glitch - starting with his heart. He built his empire to keep emotions out. But the one thing his tech can't calculate... is her. ━━▲━━ "Did you assign it a personality again?" he asked. "No. That would be irresponsible." I paused. "I may have named it, though." "Of course you did." "Gregory." "Gregory." "He feels like a Gregory. Stiff. In need of affection." He looked like he wanted to be annoyed. But he just... closed his eyes for a second. "Willow." "Yes?" "I am not adjusting the system to match your imaginary friendship circle of household appliances." I pouted. He rubbed his temples. "Fine. I'll take a look." "Yay!" "And stop calling me Alex." "Never." ━━▲━━ Word Count: 22,228

In the heart of Castle Dimitrescu, where marble halls echo with secrets and blood, a child stumbles into the arms of monsters. Zoya-small, silent, shattered-regresses into infancy to survive the weight of her trauma, unknowingly awakening something long buried behind the castle's sealed wing. Alcina Dimitrescu, a towering matriarch carved from elegance and death, is unprepared for the pull of motherhood that rises within her. As she nurses the broken girl back to life, shadows begin to stir-shadows with memories, grief, and rage sharper than any fang, something ancient, monstrous, and mourning will not rest until it is whole again. But in this house of blood and lullabies, no one leaves untouched-by love or by claw. THERE IS NO SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH THE PROTAGONIST IN THIS BOOK, MY CHARACTER IN THIS BOOK IS UNDER 18 ‼️‼️