When I met her, I fell in love with her smile. With her laugh, which she gave so free and loud, or soft and breathy in my ear. I'd fallen in love with her hands as they traced the air in front of my favorite paintings. With her fingertips as they braided her soft black hair. I'd fallen in love with her icy blue eyes, the dimple in her cheek, the smell of her spicy sweet perfume at the hollow of her throat, poisonous to me. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucy Stewart is a textile artist in love with art of all kinds, but especially those that play on dark emotions. While sitting in a museum one evening, one of her very favorite such artists steps into her life. Together, they will create an art form neither of them have yet to experience alone... **New parts published on Wednesdays and Saturday's** CONTAINS: graphic consensual sex, language, kink Trigger warnings will be listed at the top of each chapter (there won't be many)

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors eyes is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

"You're gonna get yourself killed, meu amor" I said as I went to the drawer to get the gun. Eliana held my arm and made me look at her "I can't let you go alone" I held the side of her face and rubbed her cheek "I'm gonna go alone and come back in one piece, don't worry" She placed her hand over mine and shook her head "I can't not worry about you, Flavia. I love you" --- This story will contain:(warnings) -detailed sexual content -violence (killing, beating etc.) -drug dealing -use of substances -sexual harassment

Armani Leno is 23 years old, working as hard as her parents, she had a beautiful life. She's a determined woman who doesn't give up so easily. But then someone sends her a note. A note that doesn't go unnoticed. She couldn't tell anyone. If she did, it would put her parent's job in jeopardy, it could ruin their life and she knew that. The woman stalking her, Meadow, has known about Armani for three years. Lurking in the shadows, she knew it was time to start what she planned to finish. But that was before she fell in love with the woman. That was before Armani wanted to see her. --- "Come on darling, you wanted to see me, so come see me." The woman chuckled. Armani gulped, putting her hand over her mouth. She was hiding under the bed. This woman knew that. "If you don't want to get caught, choose a better hiding spot." She said. #2 in stalker 5/19/25

Dahlia Vitale was invisible, not literally, but no one knew her. So what happens when her father gives her a task to go undercover as a maid in their enemies home??