He wanted her scared. He wanted her desperate. He wanted her begging. Her on the floor, knees spread, dress pushed up, legs trembling while he loomed over her. Tears in her eyes as she whimpered his name. His hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to stay still while he... Those delicate legs? Made to be opened by him. His hands. His mouth. His torment. His bliss. He'd keep her in silk gowns and lock every door. He'd feed her, bathe her, cradle her... And then bend her over and breed her again.-her beneath him, crying out his name as he forced her open, spilling himself so deep inside her that her body would never forget. Watching his seed drip from her thighs only for him to push it back in, growling that it belonged to him. He imagined her swollen with his child, belly soft and round, marked by his hands, his teeth, his scent. Everyone would know and see it. She is his muse, his heaven and he is her cage. :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Primrose was meant to bloom. Instead, she was plucked-young, unripe, and fed to a world that devours girls whole. In a time where men held every law, every title, and every key, sixteen-year-old Primrose Everdell becomes the price of her father's illness. A devoted servant to the powerful family, he is now bedridden, helpless. And when the patriarch offers a "solution"-marriage to their eldest son-Primrose is given no voice. Only silence. Only duty. Her girlhood ends in the bedchambers of Styles Manor, where screams echo down stone halls and no one dares interfere. Her days blur into the quiet horror of submission. Her nights into the claws of a husband she cannot understand - and who does not understand her. . Perhaps she was never meant to be understood, only possessed. Why her? Why must she suffer for the sins of power? Trapped in a world where innocence is currency and silence is survival, Primrose must find meaning in a life written for her by others - or risk losing herself entirely.

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" He said confidently, "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. I could feel my tears slipping silently down my cheeks, my body trembling with fear and exhaustion. "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. By continuing to read, you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes. And Please ignore my mistakes .

---mature content(18+)--- "Eleanor...", he breathed out. I got down on my knees, my hands trailing down his six packs to his perfect V, until I reached the hem of his jeans. "What are you doing bella?" "I need you... Right now", I whispered, testing his patience by slowly unzipping his jeans. ................... In which princess Eleanora De Ville Montcroix Anderson ends up seducing the Italian chef/secretly a billonaire Vincent Milano. Highest rating: #10 in Romance, #17 in chicklit (This is a stand-alone novel)

To my astonishment, I saw Reece situated between my legs, his actions mirroring those of someone savouring their favorite treat. The shock and ecstasy blended into a bewildering experience as he continued eating me out... "Reece!" I gasped, my voice trembling with a mix of confusion and desire. "What are you doing?" I moaned, unable to suppress my instinctive response to his attention, my hips unconsciously pushing me further into the sensations, my mind still struggling to process the situation. : Life-long best friends, they grapple with their emotions for each other following a summer apart. Both have undergone physical transformations, particularly his shy best friend Lorna. They find themselves locked in a fierce struggle against their burgeoning emotions-love and lust intertwined with jealousy and uncertainty. The boundary between friendship and romantic entanglement blurs, leading them into a maze of conflicting desires. Their connection, once simple, becomes a complex web of hidden intentions and unspoken truths. : Embark on their journey filled with intense desires and dramatic twists as they navigate their way through the challenges of their last year in school. : Will they succumb to the temptation of crossing the boundary from friendship to something deeper? **Disclaimer: This story contains explicit language and mature content that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. The content within may include scenes of a suggestive or explicit nature, as well as adult themes. This story is intended for mature audiences only. By continuing to read, you acknowledge and accept the mature nature of the content presented.**

Mason's father wants him to be married on a woman he doesn't expect to marry. It's a business agreement. All his life, he always follows his dad's orders. Because he says it's the 'best for him'. He wants to do something that doesn't dictate by his father. Now, his future is set. He wants to change it. Could he be able to love the woman he will marry? Kitty Paris falls in love with the man she will be married to at 9 years old. She doesn't care if it's a business marriage, she has only one goal: To make him fall in love with her. But how would she do that? She wants him so badly, and she'll do everything to make it happen. Unfortunately for Mason, he will marry his childhood, sister-like, cute, very beautiful and perfect best friend, Kitty. Will this 'business marriage' make a happy ending? Or will it fail?

I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

"𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.. 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀, 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝘀" © -𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 ✍︎︎

Addison is just an innocent girl who bit off a bit more than she could chew. She meets a priest, Andrew. He was tall, and handsome. He kept to himself, and was beloved within the community. The picture perfect man. But, she comes to realize that it was true. He was only perfect in pictures. ...... A smutty story about a forbidden romance between a Priest and the mayor's daughter! ⚠️V E R Y S M U T T Y⚠️

Celine Grayson has been in love with Abel Carter since high school but for reasons unknown to her, he hates her and that hate only intensified when they were both forced into marriage and Abel blames her for manipulating his dad. Abel Carter the rich son of a billionaire had hated Celine Grayson for as long as he could remember for reasons she pretends not to be aware of and his hate and anger towards her increased when his father forced him to get married to her despite the fact that he has a gorgeous girlfriend whom he plans to propose to. Would Abel's hate for Celine grow bigger after marriage or would he come to realize that Celine was not the girl he thought she was and accept her as his wife? but by then would it be too late? Abel and Celine's story.