Collection of Sugar Daddy/ Sugar Baby short stories (I might add more girls later) •Book One Serena• I've always been a good girl, I've always done the right thing. But one sad and depressing night my friend convinces me to join a Sugar Baby app... and I met Mr.Gallo. •Book Two Amora• I've always been pretty independent, helping my mother with my younger sister. But my mother disappeared and we can't find her. And now I'm lost, bills, and school became too hard... so I took on exotic dancing to make ends. But then I met Elio De Luca. •Book Three Esme• I've been living here in Nagoya Japan for a few years now. I'm a first grade teacher here, and I've never been happier. I came here for an escape from my family to really be free and on my own. I had been living a dream until I took a student home one night... and I caught the attention of his uncle, the Oyabun. •Book Four Dahlia• My name is Dahlia well if you're paying, I'm a escort and sometimes a girlfriend for hire. I've met and been with all kinds of men. From the crybabies, widows, degradation kinks, even one's with a fetish for black woman. Always rich and powerful men that want to feel weak. Most of my contracts never included sex but if they're cute enough I don't mind. But Siddh wasn't one of my contracts, because he was a man that didn't need one. •Book Five Naomi• The name's Naomi, just your average sub with no Dom because everyone thinks a lil slap on the ass makes them qualified. But I've been around the BDSM scene for a few years now. Falling for fake doms was something I learned not to do quickly. And at this last Munch party I met my ideal Dom... one with a pleasure kink. Things went smoothly during our first few plays but I'd never thought I would see him outside that setting. Especially not at work and not as my new boss... or at least I thought it was him?

Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

~Post Villa~ They are drawn together in ways they don't fully understand, a magnetic, passionate all-consuming love has taken them on a crazy ride in which they always choose each other, through it all.

It's been a month since the villa. Olandria is still struggling to adjust to her new world- one filled with flashing lights, headlines, and expectations. Anxiety, stress, and doubt have become her constant companions. She and Nic have promised to take things slow- very slow. Like they're falling for each other all over again. But in a world fueled by fame and money, can their love really survive?

Nicolandria fanfic

At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

✨ Olandria; I'd felt that before-being almost. Not chosen, just circled. Not forgotten, just never called for. But this time, something in me said... maybe. Nic; She was always there. Always the one who got it, who saw past the noise. Maybe that's why I thought I could never let it get real- because real means it can ruin you. But now? Both; Now it's real. And I don't want to turn it off. - If fate took a step back and their hearts finally caught up... what happens when love recouples where cameras can't follow? Two people. One villa. Too much unsaid. Welcome to In Another Villa-where the firepit might be cool, but the tension? Scorching. Not every recoupling is romantic. But some feel like coming home. Oh, to be seen in a place built for the drama. Tonight... the villa shifts. And not everyone comes out loving the same. A Love Island Original Fanfiction✨ A NIC & OLANDRIA STORY

When Two Opposites Attract

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.