⚠️this book is like 80% smuttt again if not 18+ don't click pls⚠️ Innocent. Sweet. A perfect angel. At least that's what they're supposed to believe. Isabella comes home at twenty-one with a smile too pure to question and a hunger sharp enough to cut glass. She doesn't run from devils. She tempts them. Provokes them. Dares them to lose control. And Valtora is the perfect devil for her. She knows exactly who Valtora is- off-limits, untouchable, a liability written in blood. A woman who built her empire on discipline and fear, who enforced the rules with violence and never allowed herself a weakness. Until Isabella. Isabella doesn't want protection. She wants to be chosen. She wants to belong to one woman and one woman only- the one she's dreamed of kneeling for long before she ever came home. She wants to be broken. Claimed. Ruined. And she knows Valtora will never look at her the way she wants... unless she makes her. So she comes back with a motive. A plan. A slow, deliberate game designed to make even the strongest devil crack. Valtora has no mercy. No softness. No room for mistakes. Until Isabella walks back into her life-grown, fearless, and far too aware of the power she holds. In a city ruled by men, Valtora is the devil they answer to. Isabella was forbidden. Off-limits. Untouchable. Valtora swore she'd never want her. Never need her. Never claim what could destroy her empire. But desire doesn't ask permission. The line between protection and possession blurs. Control turns into craving. And kneeling stops being a game. Because once Valtora decides Isabella is hers, there is no world where she lets her go. Not alive. Not breathing. Not ever. Kneeling isn't submission. It's a promise. And Valtora always collects what's owed. Will attraction, obsession, or even love be enough to stand strong in a world where love is seen as a weakness?

Taylor is the heiress to the Italian Mafia. Her father would only allow her to take over if she settles down. Willow is a normal girl kinda. Her father and mother have always despised Mher(she doesn't know why) They've abused her since she was younger. Finally they decided to sell her hand in marriage to Taylor. . the two stayed far away from eacheother during the show e theaaa medis a. they'd act loving in public but w inhen they were alone they avoided each other like the plague, only exchanging words with each other. I'm will this change? will they live happily ever after? read to find out 😉

In the relentless world of elite figure skating, Faith fights for perfection on the ice while battling insecurities. Under the sharp eye of Eteri Tutberidze , tension simmers between discipline and desire, ambition and emotion. As pressure mounts, Faith must decide what kind of strength she wants to embody - and what she's willing to sacrifice to rise. And she must face her unwanted feelings towards the one person she should never love. Eteri. Trigger Warnings (TW) • Minor Bullying (verbal harassment, body shaming) • minor mention Body image issues • Death of a parent

Meet Max Black the only daughter of the wealthiest family in the world, known for her icy demeanor and sharp edge. Meet Bianca Lockwood the daughter of the second richest family, constantly overlooked despite being surrounded by people and family alike. What happens when two polar opposites are forced into an arranged marriage? ⚠️ Note: This is an intersex romance. If that's not your cup of tea, this story may not be for you.

Celeste closed the space between us, hand pressing against the tender spot she'd marked last night. I gasped. "That's mine," she whispered, fingers teasing possessively. "Every inch of your body... belongs to me." Her lips trailed my jaw, voice rough. "I want you trembling again. Want you to remember my name-every time someone even tries to look at you" Then her voice dropped, velvety and dark like smoke curling around my skin. "If I can't have you, no one can." ------------------------------------------------------- At twenty-six, Riley thought she knew what to expect from corporate life-long hours, endless revisions, and a boss who'd probably forget her name. She didn't expect Celeste Leclair. Sharp, stunning, and almost mythically untouchable, Celeste runs Leclair & Vale like a perfectly calibrated machine. She doesn't make small talk. She doesn't make mistakes. And she definitely doesn't do feelings. To Celeste, Riley is just another junior analyst. Until the day she isn't.

"Please, Miss Black," she whispers, barely holding it together. Vera bites down on Lara's ear, just hard enough to make her gasp. "Fix it," she growls, her voice rough and demanding. Lara's body shudders. "Please... Mommy," she whimpers, trembling. Vera's eyes darken, going utterly black. "Is that what you want?" Her voice drops, thick with possessiveness. "You want your mommy to take care of you, hm?" Lara just whimpers, only making Vera's hunger worse. "Tell me what you deserve." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vera Black is a supermodel who trusts no one. She's defined by her trauma, convinced she's straight, and lives for control. Lara is the soft, chaotic artist who moves in next door and sees right through her walls. The problem? Vera craves Lara's light. She wants to protect her, possess her, and break all the rules she ever made for herself. One is guarded by trauma. The other is soft by nature. Their craving will be everything they both fear. (WLW Romance, Age Gap, Dark Feminine/Soft Girl, Explicit Tension)

Alessandra Moretti is not a woman people refuse. She controls Milan like a chessboard. Politicians lower their voices around her. Billion-dollar deals rise or collapse depending on a single message from her phone. She does not chase. She does not wait. And she has never been powerless. Well. Until Noor Malik. Noor is everything Alessandra is not. Soft. Gentle. Obedient. A brilliant embryologist who can create life under a microscope... yet still lowers her eyes when her parents speak. Noor does not rebel. She does not argue. She loves her parents too much to ever disobey them. Which means Alessandra cannot touch them. Not their house. Not their pride. Not the traditions that are slowly suffocating the woman she loves. Because Noor would never forgive her. And Alessandra would rather bring nations to their knees than see tears in Noor's eyes. So the most dangerous woman in Europe does something unimaginable. She waits. She drives Noor to work every morning in a Bentley worth more than the Malik house. She buys her banana ice cream like a lovesick fool. She kisses her slowly in the privacy of a car because that's the only place Noor is allowed to belong to her. But obedience has a cost. And Noor's parents are already planning the one thing Alessandra cannot allow. A husband. They believe tradition will save their daughter. They have no idea what they're provoking. Because Alessandra Moretti does not steal what she wants. She expands. And when the woman who keeps the devil calm is taken away... Cities don't just burn. They kneel. #1 in older women- 4th May.

The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Isabella swan was left heartbroken by edward cullen. Broken and then raped by Laurent she is rescued by her father Aro volturi. And mate Cauis volturi.

"Mm look at yourself baby, you look so pretty for me right now" Nova said breathlessly while going even faster as she curled her fingers in me I started to feel the pressure build in me as I got the familiar feeling in me that I was about to pee "F-Fuck Nova wait" I said leaning my hand back in attempt to slow her down Hearing people chatter outside the hall I got nervous at the thought of being caught Nova grabbed my neck leaning me against her with her fingers still in me as she guided us into a stall and locked the door "We're not stopping till you cum for me Solene" she muttered out with a look of pure lust in her eyes as she covered my mouth Fuck me -------------------------------------------------------- Solene never really goes out; it's always work and home day after day. Her friends decided to sign her up for speed dating, a romantic night for her to find her perfect person. Although apprehensive she gives it a try and comes across the most striking girl she's ever seen. Nova is a mafia leader who has it all but is simply too robotic now due to always running her mafia strictly. Her right- and left-hand man decide to take a risk and lie to her, telling her they have intel on a person but really signed her up for speed dating. What happens when she crosses eyes with Solene? will she be able to finally feel something or will it just be another card added to her deck? Do not own any copyrights! 18+ mature themes and audiences