Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. Self-harm. Death, and more.

When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

The moment she entered her stepfamilies' home, everything changed. Her five stepbrothers never wanted her there. She could see it in their eyes, in their silence, in the way their smiles faded whenever she walked into a room. They were close, bonded, protective of each other... and she was the outsider who didn't belong in their world. Little things piled up-cold shoulders, ignored conversations, blame for mistakes she never made, comments that cut deeper than they realized. She tried to be good, to be patient, to prove she wasn't the enemy they imagined her to be. But no matter what she did, she was always the problem. The disruption. The unwanted addition. Her parents were happy-blinded by love, trying to balance two families. They didn't see how she shrank a little more every day. But time softens eyes. Distance reveals truths. And one day, her stepfamily begins to realize the damage they caused-not through a single moment, but through every moment they never gave her. Through the love they withheld. Through the family they built without ever opening a space for her. Now, they want to change things. To understand her. To rebuild what never had the chance to grow. To become the family they should have been. But healing takes time. Forgiveness takes courage. And rebuilding a family takes all of them. Can they earn her trust? Can she learn to believe in them? And can a family built on hurt find its way to love at last? ────────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ──────────

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."