As a dedicated fourth-grade teacher, 26 year old Simone Walker never expected her job to lead her into a forbidden romance. But when she meets Owen Hayes, a rugged, overworked single father of two, everything changes. At 40, Owen has spent years putting his children first, refusing to let love-or heartbreak-get in the way. But when his son's new teacher, the brilliant and compassionate Simone, steps into their lives, she brings a warmth he didn't realize he was missing. Neither of them meant to fall.

hurt, drained, and finally free from my dead end relationship i flee the lies, and manipulation of my old life leaving it all in my rearview mirror. Seduced by the snow covered wonderland and its diversity, i fall inlove with a small town in laid-back new jersey. I settle in and set up a new life. New job. New house. New friends... Freedom to be myself. The idea was to start over. Fresh. Anew. But I didn't anticipate starting over with my students 35 year old father who just happens to be the mob boss of new jersey. Nikolai madden is ten years older then me and he's the manliest man I've ever met. He has his sights set on me and he's not letting up. It's wrong. sinfully wrong. A disaster waiting to happen. But sinful wrongs have never tasted so, so sweet. the Dom father and the teacher is a sexy, unconventional contemporary romance. short story. full of mature content. you've been warned.

In the Realm of Divinia, there are two kingdoms- that of the faeries, the Sallow Kingdom, and that of the vampires- the Nightingale Dominion. Faeries and vampires have been at war since the beginning of time, and hostility continues to run rampant between the two nations. When Dorian Nightingale, the vampire crown prince, is accused of killing a member of the Sallow royal family, war is imminent. He's forced to accept the help of his mortal enemy, faerie heiress Ainsley Sallow, to prove his innocence and prevent the total damnation of both their worlds.

| The Mafia Boss and His Submissive | BWWM #1: SINNER'S TRAP An unsuspecting flame in each other's life. One is continuously looking over their shoulder to ensure that they are on track for the future they have envisioned since they were a child. Despite the countless times they've been disappointed, they have all the love and understanding in the world - an enigma. Because of their own past, the other is barred from ever having what they crave. The majority of relationships are bound in transactionality and they yearn for more. Despite being served every conventional need on a platter, they are unable to obtain the one thing they want. Total opposites that fulfill the urges of the others paradox - they should take the chance. It should be easy? ----- He groans into my right ear, "Come on babygirl, beg for it." He takes his hands away, a bitter shriek of irritation rising from the pits of my stomach. With spread thighs and a dripping pussy, his hands grasped my straightened hair and pulled my head back. I couldn't grip onto anything with my hands suspended above my head and my feet held by restraints in the flooring. I was going mad. My weak pleasured cries falling on deaf ears. He kissed the exposed skin on my back, now covered in a small sheen of sweat barely holding up the bra he cut loose like a rope. A weak shriek escapes my mouth as he pinches my right nipple while playfully twisting the other. "Please. Fuck. Please." I start, but the words get stuck in my throat. A few seconds pass as though he expects me to elaborate. I could barely think. His fingers return to my pussy - slender and long; the ring finger softly stroked the one spot inside me that could send me over the edge crashing, while his thumb rubbed my clit in small circles. "You can do so much better babygirl. You want me to make you cum?" He asks, and is met with an immediate nod. "Then address me by my name and fucking beg for it like you mean it." ----- MATURE CONTENT. NOT EDITED

" I can't stay away from you" "And why is that" "Your intoxicating and I love you" "You don't know what love is"

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞." -𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 She's been through a lot in her life, her parents didn't want her, she went through foster care found amazing parents but a car crash took them away. Now she's in an abusive relationship and doesn't know how to get out. Her boss Grant Reign is a panty dropping handsome asshole, who has way more going on in his personal life than anyone could ever imagine. This story will surprise you in many ways, it's not a typical damsel in distress and Prince Charming type of story. This damsel gets herself out of distress and builds herself up to be an amazing women who helps others. Her name is 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀

( SUMMARY ) Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn after a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant. As a freshman in college, she's now carrying the child of billionaire Francesco Scordìa, but there's more to her baby's father than his wealth-he's also a powerful mafia boss. A BWWM Fanfic Published: 08/14/2024 Completed: 09/26/2024

"I want to write poetry with my tongue inside of you Mi Amore". A young journalist, Celeste, goes undercover to investigate a reclusive billionaire's, Sante Morelli, rumored secret life. She infiltrates his world and uncovers not just his hidden past but also an irresistible chemistry between them.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?