Three was Mila's lucky number, it was also her favourite number. Something about it calmed her. She enjoyed having three of everything or doing something three times. So surprisingly, when three men appeared in her life, it was a good sign. Like the angels came down from heaven and told her she had been blessed. In which she had. Those three men would change her life, she just didn't know it yet. Read to find out more... Warning: adult content

"Such a naughty girl," Theo tsked. Sophie felt like a small lamb in a pack of wolves. They all stared at her with an intense hunger. "What do you want, Soph?" Chase cooed. "I-I want you to touch me," she said shyly. "Who do you want to touch you, princess?" Victor asked. "All of you." --- Sophie Hart has always dreamed of studying musical composition, and when she's accepted into a prestigious art program, she takes the leap to move to a new city with her best friend. However, college life proves to be more daunting than Sophie ever imagined, and the pressures of her new environment leave her feeling more isolated than ever. Seeking refuge in her music, Sophie crosses paths with three mysterious individuals, each struggling with their own battles with depression, trauma, and mental health. As their lives intertwine, Sophie learns that their complex stories hold deep connections, and together, they must confront their pasts while finding strength in each other. -- MATURE 18+ DISCLAIMER: This is a book with light, non-sexual daddy dom themes, mature sexual themes involving consenting adults, and mental health disorders. As of 03/09/2025: #1 in #Bisexual out of 47.5k stories #2 in #MMMMF out of 20 stories #3 in #Neurodivergent out of 656 stories #21 in #Poly out of 8.49k stories #60 in #Mentalhealth out of 70.1k stories

Violette Aella, a mute girl. She wasn't always mute. The only thing she ever touched were newspapers. Selling them on the streets barely earns her enough money to feed herself. What happened to her loving parents 3 months ago? They're gone, there is no point in living when your loved ones are gone. The day she decided to end her life, ended up being the best day of her life or possibly the worst day. Arden Ezar. Felix Emrys. Atlas Krone. Xavier Basilio. Sebastian Fortune. Violette's worst day became their best day. The day where they fell in love for the first time, the day things would take a turn for either the best or the worse for Violette. She was destined to be theirs, she doesn't know that yet, and they will do anything to keep her to themselves.

Cassandra Reeves was on the run from her abusive father after a traumatic night. Little did she know that after a hospital trip for a broken wrist, she would find her new living arrangements with 4 men who instantly feel a pull towards her and want to make her theirs.

At Nocturne Hall, the weak don't survive. Kieran Ashford has spent her life pretending to be one of them. Broken by her father. Hiding impossible power. Surviving by staying untouchable. Her only goal? Endure three years at the deadliest paranormal academy in the mafia world. Graduate. Disappear. Then the gods bind her to five monsters who were never meant to have a mate. A dragon with a dangerous smile. Blood fae and vampire twins with mirrored hunger. A shadow-walker who's never known mercy. A cold genius who studies her like a mysterious book. And as her secrets rise from the grave, one truth becomes impossible to ignore, her powers. They aren't forbidden. They are divine. And in a world ruled by cruel gods and crueler men, that makes her the most dangerous of them all. Some bonds are chosen. Theirs was written in blood.

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

Who would've thought she, as innocent and pure as ever, would be tangled in such a dark mess. "What exactly do you want doll?" She mumbled under her breath, too hot and flustered to think of what was to come out of her mouth. The elder brother wrapped his hand around her hair, wanting to hear the sweet words of sin come out of her mouth. "Hm?" "I want you to fuck me." She begged, the pulsating beat in her panties couldn't be helped. "Oh and you want me to fuck your pretty mouth while he fucks your cunt?" "Yes!" She basically rubbed herself against him, wanting him to have his way. "Yes what?" "Yes daddy!"

When he meets her, a girl with an (almost) unealthy obsession with cinnamon hearts, he knew it was meant to be. As for her, she didn't understand how her body reacted to him. her heart beating faster, that pink blush on her light skin, how she felt sad when he stopped touching her... They both had dark past, but could a light make its way in their lifes? Only if they stuck together... written from both their povs!

The sunset blazed behind her, fire and gold framing her ruined beauty. I cupped her face in my hand and dragged my thumb through the streak on her cheek, smearing it over her skin. She shivered at the touch. "That..." I murmured hoarsely, my voice thick with possession. "...is the most perfect view I've ever seen." ────────୨ৎ──────── ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇꜱꜱ. ᴘᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ. I shouldn't want him. I shouldn't crave the heat of his touch, the fire in his gaze, the way he consumes me with a single look. But I do. Every stolen moment, every forbidden inch of him pulls me closer- leaving me trembling, wanting more, needing more. Alessandro Romano is obsession made flesh. And I am helplessly, hopelessly his. In his arms, I am fragile and fearless. Innocent and undone. Lost and found, all at once. And as desire becomes temptation, temptation becomes craving, I realize there's no escape from the fire between us... And I don't want there to be. #2 in Vixen 🏅10/04/2023 #1 in Secrecy 🏅 02/09/2024 #1 in DaddyIssues 🏅 22/09/2025