In the wake of an unthinkable tragedy that claimed the lives of both her parents, Rayne found herself thrown into the cold, harsh world of an orphanage. For months, she clung to the hope of finding a new family to call her own, she had a slither of hope that she had a second chance at life. When the day finally came that she was chosen for adoption, Rayne's heart bloomed. Her new family showered her with love and affection, granting her every wish and providing unwavering support. The bond she formed with her step-brother was instant and unbreakable, the two becoming inseparable from the moment they met. However, there was something different about her brother, a peculiar air of mystery that clung to him. He was a man of few words, fiercely protective of Rayne, and at times, seemingly consumed by his own thoughts. Rayne adored her brother, but his constant presence left her feeling stifled. It almost felt like he didn't want her to live, and the only way he was happy is if she was close to him. Rayne was a beacon of innocence and beauty, her intelligence as captivating as her eyes. Yet, beneath the surface of her brother's deafening silence, lurked a dangerous and volatile nature. His unpredictability and possessiveness were whispered warnings to those who dared cross his path, for they knew that to harm Rayne would mean facing the wrath of a man who would stop at nothing to protect her. He didn't want her with anyone else, he made it clear on the very first day he saw her. She was his. ___ 🏆 #1 Maturethemes 🏆 #1 Stepbrother 🏆 #1 Jealously 🏆 #5 Stepsister 🏆 #21 Dark Romance ___ DARK ROMANCE MATURE/EXPLICIT CONTENT

"You look beautiful today." "I look beautiful everyday, you just never noticed." . . . Winter has always wanted to know her brother's best friend. The handsome guy with eyes of the colour of an ocean. Deep enough to drown her in it. A man of many charms. Top of the school, leader of the college basketball team, highly successful in his career. Winter saw him through it all. Since she was a child, she had always been curious of this blue eyed devil who would sometimes visit his brother. A charming smile and a face like it came straight from a disney movie. She had never imagined that one day this strange childhood crush of hers would be turned into a full fledged romance. One glance at a time, one touch, one kiss and a passionate night is all it took for their dynamic to go from a "hate you" to a "die for you". Even though they still didn't know it yet. But soon, these flames of desire would intertwine their fate forever, burning every inch of them in this process. ♥︎𓆩♡𓆪♥︎ His body pressed against my back. I felt the hard ridge of his erection through his trousers against my bare bottom. One hand smoothed over my spine, while the other ventured lower, dipping between my legs from behind. His fingers found my center, already slick and hot. He traced my folds, a slow, exploring circle that made my knees buckle. "So wet for me already," he praised, his voice a deep, throaty rumble that vibrated through me. "Such a good girl." ✧ Book One in the Obsession Series - His Favourite Little Toy Cute rankings :) #41 in passion #229 in brother's best friend (out of 1.3k stories)[10/8/26] #19 in brother's best friend [14/8/26] #15 in brother's best friend [17/8/26]

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

Victoria Isabel Bianchi-she was his father's new stepdaughter-forbidden, defiant, and utterly irresistible. Kyler Stefano knew he should keep his distance, but when she taunted him with that sharp tongue and challenging gaze at the mansion, his control shattered. What started as a dangerous game of whispered threats and bruising kisses against marble walls quickly spiraled into something far more consuming. Now locked behind his bedroom door, their forbidden attraction explodes into raw, dominant passion. He'll make her scream his name, claim every inch of her body, and teach her exactly what it means to belong to him. But in this game of power and surrender, they both risk tearing their family apart-and losing themselves in each other forever. When the line between hate and obsession blurs, can they stop before it's too late? Content Warning: Reader discretion is strongly advised. This novel is a dark syndicate romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains graphic depictions and sensitive themes that may be disturbing to some readers. ENGLISH (c) Hermione Homies

[STANDALONE] Warnings: *Story moves kind of fast but oh well *Includes sexual content aka SMUT ~ "Mhm." I hummed out. He moves the fabric of my thong out of the way, positioning two fingers at the entrance ready to shove them in before the car door opens. "Get out." Sebastian pulls me off of his lap. "What the fuck? Who do you think you are?" The guy from the diner yells getting out the car too. Ah shit I didn't even get his name. "Get the fuck out off of my property or I'll kill you." Sebastian threatens. Diner guy's eyes widen as he gets in the car and drives away. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I spat at Sebastian who had already turned around and started walking back to the house. "I told you I forbid you from having sex with any other men." He replies. "You can't forbid me to do anything. You don't own me." I argued. He turns around smirking at me. "Technically I do." "Well I don't care. I'm going to do whatever I want, with whoever I want-" He grabs my throat and pushing me against the door. I stared right into his eyes. I didn't see anger, I just saw lust. "You're not going to do anything with anyone because I'm gonna make sure you don't. You're mine princess. All mine." He whispers possessively into my ear. I could feel my insides twisting and turning. I was already turned on and now I'm turned on even more. He flips me around so that my back is facing him and arches my back so that my butt is against him. He pulls my dress over my butt placing his hand gently on my butt rubbing it before slapping it. "I will punish you if I catch you having sex with anyone." "You won't do shit." I said but it came out more of a whimper since he slowly slid his hand down to my core cupping it. He uses the pad of his thumb to rub my bud and slides it between my wet folds. "Try me." He said and with that he turns around and walks into his room. ~ 100k: 05/18/21 200k: 09/15/21 300k: 12/18/21 400k: 03/01/22 500k: 05/2022 600k: 08/2022 700k: 2/23

"Since you don't know how to shut your fucking mouth, I'll fill it with my cum to shut you up," Kol seethes, looking down at me like I was dirt on his shoe. I loved the way it made me feel. The way he made me feel. He looked at me like I was a whore, but also the only person who mattered to him. I felt my pussy pulse in need of his cock between my legs. I look down at his cock and see it throb. As much as he affected me, I sure as hell had one on him. "You know, you've been saying that for a while now and I've yet to have your dick in my mouth," I taunt. -------------------------------------------------- Maya St. Martin is an 18-year-old girl who has more sexual knowledge and experience than a 70-year-old woman. She loves to go out, drink, and have parties with her friends. It's finally time for her to follow her older siblings and go to college. There, she lands her eyes on a certain college junior that's quiet, broody, and so incredibly sexy. The problem is.....he wants nothing to do with her. But, somehow he always finds himself wrapped up in her and her problems.

"I hate you," she whispered softly, as if the words were a secret meant more for her than for me. "I know, baby." A subtle smile played on my lips as I spoke, and I gently buried my head in the warmth of her neck. "And it better stay that way." ♡ He met his match. A person unwavering to his dirty antics merely because of his popularity and the constant fulfillment of his desires. Perhaps that's what fueled his resentment toward her. She refused to be one of his "fans". She fought back, talked back, and boldly rebuked him. She provoked him, opposed him, leaving an indelible mark on his ego. He loathed her for it. Why couldn't she play the submissive pawn or step aside? In turn, she despised his inflated ego and the way he believed the world revolved around him. Their rivalry extended beyond mere dislike, permeating through academics, sports, and the rich tapestry of cultural endeavors. Within the halls of GreenWood University, it was common knowledge that Lana Angelica Smithson and Nicolas Kai Harper harboured a profound and unmistakable animosity towards each other. . . . mature content ⚠️ (details in the first chapter) . . . You do not need to read the first book (HIS OBSESSION) to understand this one. It's a standalone. . . .

[𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄] ❝Hey,❞ I breathe. My fake husband grabs my hip with a bruising, strong grip. My flesh between his fingers feels like heaven to me. I love provoking him like that. This shy, innocent guy that has no business making me feel such desire. His eyes track my body down nervously, every inch of my skin. I skim his nose slowly with my fingers, pushing his glasses up. His breath hitches. He lets out a raspy moan against my neck when I grind down on his lap through his work slacks. I want him so badly, my body flush against his hard torso. I want all of him. But it's too soon. Too rushed. I can't. - In which Love Harmon, a seductive enigma, enters an unlikely, arranged marriage with Theo Langdon, an innocent, shy analyst. - COMPLETED ✓ - Highest Rankings: [𝟏] nymph [𝟏] nerd [𝟏] goodboybadgirl [𝟏] goodboy [𝟏] nerdboy [𝟏] fakedating [𝟏] opposites [𝟏] oppositesattract [𝟏] tension [𝟏] shyboy #2 badgirlgoodboy #2 virginboy #3 naughty #3 arranged #4 temptation

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I tried getting out of his hold, but he had more strength in his finger than I had in my body. He flipped me over until my back was touching his broad muscled front. "Leave me, Ares," I pleaded. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me down as he squeezed me tight against him. His nose buried in my neck, inhaling my scent. It turned me on and I cursed my traitorous body for reacting this way. "You still wear that same perfume, the day I first met you." He ran his tongue on my neck. "Babe, since the first time I landed in this country, I knew I had to end you." And just like that I believed him. His eyes stormed liked twin hurricane about make landfall. He seemed like a perfect gentleman until his sinister lips made me ache with pleasure. I thought I would never meet him again, but fate had different plans for me. * SUITABLE FOR 18 + OR TEENAGERS WITH OPEN MINDS * cover by IvvyKy

Your existence is like a fuel to my soul and it keeps me wanting you more. -Thorn Reeve ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Her eyes starts to water as her lips quivers in fear. "Tell me," I paused as I tightened the grip in her hands up above her head while still pinning her on the wall, my free hand holding her waist possessively in place."Who is he?" I waited for her answer impatiently while looking at her straight in the eyes. She blinked her green big orbs before speaking. "W-why do..y-you care!?", she shouted at me, stuttered. I don't know why do I care so much either. I don't even know why I'm acting like this.. as far as I remember it all started when I saw her in her dark room. The sight of her creamy legs and slender body, not to mention..her round shaped ass and perky boobs ignites something inside me, I know it's wrong to feel this kind of feelings towards your little sister but wait, we aren't even blood related and that just made the fire inside me grow wilder. I pressed my body more against her and I almost cussed when I felt her boobs being pressed on my naked chest, as I tightened my grip on her hands even more and this time my free hand went a bit lower from her waist until it reached the middle of her round ass and I heard her gasp. "Answer only what I asked, and don't you dare to lie about it." she flinched from my touches as her body began to tremble and it made me smirk. I love to see how my touches affect her. "O-okay..h-he's my ..*gulped* suito--",my eyes instantly clouded in rage as I felt like the veins in my head will gonna explode and before she could finished her answer I immediately cut her off. "FUCK IT! YOU'RE ONLY MINE!" and before she could react, I crushed my lips against her lips roughly causing her to gasped in shock. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Warning: Mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. Lots of love