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

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??