It was just one night....i guess that's all it took. [Very Triggering] #2 wmbw 5/22/20 Completed!!!

"WHO THE FUCK WAS HE, HUH!" He screamed at me. His anger was rolling off him in waves. "Goddamnit. ANSWER ME ROSE!" I just stood there for a moment until I realize something. "WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, YOUR NOT MY FATHER AND I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT ESPECIALLY AN EXPLANATION." I shouted back at him. My anger quickly turned into fear as he stalked towards me. My back it the wall as he trapping me from leaving. "You belong to me and only me. No one is allowed to touch you and your not allowed to touch anyone else." I looked at him with disbelief. Going around acting like I'm his slave. "I am not your property you do not own me. Like I said before we are not together so I can do whatever I want." I poked his chest with every word. ⚠️WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF TYPOS. (When this book is completely finish I will delete it so that I can fix all the grammar errors and publish it when I'm finished.)

Bonnie, a blind girl. Lorenzo, a ruthless controlling obsessive man who rules the Italian Mafia. **** A blind girl gets kidnapped by Don of the Italian Mafia and has no choice but to live with the Mafia family, later falling for Don (BWWM)

*Story completed. Currently under grammatical editing* [18+] "I tried to stay away Lana, but I failed" he tilted her jaw up and goosebumps sprouted over her skin when his lustful eyes glared back at hers. "I'm done holding back" he said before drawing her in, closing the gap between them. Lana, 21 year old university student had one goal: to get good grades and get the hell out. But when she met Elijah West, things suddenly weren't so simple. She broke rule number one: Don't fall in love with your teacher. Especially NOT Mr. West. But nothing good ever happens at midnight, even if you're only "studying"... (More Inside) Started- August 3rd, 2018 Finished- May 15th, 2020 Highest rank - #20 in BWWM 10-January-2019 Rated M for Mature.

TW: MANIPULATION, GASLIGHTING, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, MANIPULATION THROUGH RELIGION Eden never believed in saints, but Father Callum Devereaux makes sin look holy. Fresh off a breakdown and back in her childhood home, she only wants quiet. Instead, she attracts the full attention of the parish's dangerously captivating new priest who seems far more interested in Eden than in saving souls. The collar says he's forbidden. The look in his eyes says she's already his.

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

What would you do if you had to live with your sworn enemy.. his room right next to yours, Thats Dahlias reality. Marco, her short tempered, tattooed rock enthusiast, next-door neighbour with a thirst for making life miserable for her with his obnoxious and confrontational attitude. Just HAD to live in the same house as her... And if thats not enough imagine Constantly bumping into them before you showered.? Hearing their moans through the thin walls in the middle of the night when they think nobody can hear them?. - ⚠️List of warnings below: #enemies to lovers #Possessive dom #Kinky #cnckink #hatefuck #pure hatred mixed with desire #drug use #alcohol use #hair pulling #spitting #rough sex #selfish dom #mean top #explicit language

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Everleigh Denton thought she was going to be spending this college semester getting familiar with her new university, new state, and overall new life. Never had she expected instead to be constantly running and hiding from a psycho whom she had initially mistaken for charming at a party. Everyone in town is afraid of him and afraid for her. They keep telling her that he's dangerous and to stay away from him. But how can Everleigh distance herself from someone who is fully determined to be the main person in her life? His last name is Hunter, something that he is living up to very well now that he has his black rose in sight.

Moss stared at me, his eyes glowing a vibrant kind of green. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned at me. "Didn't I tell you to stay out my room?" He said while lazily walking over to me with a limp. "I'm sorry..uh- I'll leave now!" I get up and run to the door but with a blank of an eye he was in front of me. "Don't leave just yet..I'm hungry you know." He chuckled and placed his hand on my shoulder. It felt like a millon weights were on that one shoulder and I fell to the ground instantly. "No! Stop!" I scream as he plants his teeth into my neck and I let the darkness consume me.