in which a homeless father finds shelter in a woman he wishes he could give the world to. remake -- not really -- of Silver Lining bc that was trash ;copyright © 2016. tobi. STARTED: OCTOBER 29, 2016 FINISHED: DECEMBER 7, 2017

"He fell into despair and lost all hope... For who could ever love a beast?" -Beauty and The Beast ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Elle stumbled upon an ad for a stay in chef, she thought the universe had finally tipped in her favor. After graduating from culinary school, she wasn't sure what direction her life would go in... Until she met Stefan DeGramont. At first, he seemed like a cold hearted, presumptuous, egotistical asshole. As she grew to know him... Well... I guess you could add Mafia boss to the list. Now tangled in his crazy Mafia business, will something fragile like her heart, be on the line? Or maybe something more risky, like her life? Could all this be avoided If she can learn to love the man behind the beast... Before it's too late. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "A thorn defends the Rose. Harming only those that will steal the blossom." **PLEASE Beware: I wrote this a few years ago so the spelling errors are there, and some cringe moments are present. I'll accept all health invoices for any emotional and mental damage inflicted during this read xoxo

"You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me." -Charles Dickens, Our Mutual Friends

I'm not as fragile as you think. Don't tug my hair. Grab it. Don't graze your teeth along my skin. Devour me. Bite down until I cry out. Then do it again. Don't caress my throat. I want to feel your fingers wrap tightly around it. Feel my pulse hammer into your palm. Feel the breath short in my chest and that little bit of panic set in. Don't nudge my knees apart. Move them like they're yours to spread. With intention. With possession. Don't hold my hands. I want to feel your strong grip around my wrists. Use all your weight. Make me lie still. I want it to still hurt tomorrow. I want to see the bruises. The welts. The handprints. Don't ask me if I'm ok. Tell me I am. I need to let go and not think. I need you to make me yours. Let my body answer for me with each shudder and moan. With the pool of wetness between my thighs. These are the things I can't control. I don't want to control. That's the point. Don't doubt. Don't worry. Don't overthink.

After witnessing a crime, twenty-two year old-stripper by trade-Ebony Moore finds herself in a bind. What she sees will cost her. It could possibly be her life or maybe her heart...

Are you tired of the damsel in distress stories then this one is just for you. Read and have fun... Highest ranking #97 in Romance. Highest ranking #28 in General Fiction PS DON'T OVERANALYSE THE STORY WHEN READING. IT IS AFTER ALL JUST MY MIND GOING CRAZY TO GIVE YO'LL A STORY ☺️. Their worlds were never meant to clash, but through knowing each other their lives unraveled. "Don't think about Malcolm because I am not him. I will treat you better, give you the desires of your heart, showered you with kisses that will make you weak at the knees, even go as far as giving you my heart, but just don't leave me," he said looking lost as he pulled her closer supporting her some more. "No, no, not again," I murmured as my heart rate increased. "Then this is what is going to happen. Tomorrow we are getting married I don't care if you have to be in bed for the ceremony but so be it. We are going to live together as man and wife, and I am going to f***k that idiot out of your system until I am the only one in your mind, until you long for only my touch.....

"Why do you feel the need to disobey me?" His voice made the entire room freeze over. There was a fire burning in the corner, but I had goosebumps over my dark skin. "I don't know." "That's not a good answer. You almost died tonight because you're stubborn." "I told you I'm a hand full." With one swift movement he was up and I was pinned against his wall. The pit in my stomach was feeling up with hot, wet desire and I bit my bottom lip. "You will learn that I am not a toy and you will not play with me. You will learn to respect and obey me. And if you don't, you will suffer." He disappeared out of the room and left me with only the fire and books to occupy the rest of my evening. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

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Mature audience Explicit Content " If I were you, I would stay there." He commented, pointing his finger into the closet. She nodded her head okay and obeyed. " Please, stay quiet and do not move. It would be bad if something worse happened to you." " Thank you." She said to him, glancing up into his icy blue eyes. He slightly bowed his head and left her alone in the closet.

A rocky friendship, a mother's death, and a wealth of family secrets revealed to a young girl which can only be likened to the myth of Pandora's Box.