Erotic Fiction Cassia Waxman left Louisiana at seventeen, torn from her first and only love, Beau. He was Creole chaos and Cajun comfort-porch swings, sweet tea kisses, bare feet on warm wood. He taught her what love could feel like. And what it costs to lose it. Ten years later, Cassia has everything she built alone: a high-rise view, her own publishing house, her name in gold. She did exactly what she said she would. It just didn't turn out to be enough. She's reached the age where desire isn't abstract anymore. Where wanting a child feels physical. Urgent. Something she can no longer postpone. Then one night, a name lights up her Tinder. Beau. What starts as a reunion becomes a conversation neither of them planned-about timing, wishes, responsibility. About what they both lost. About what they still want. They strike a deal. No promises. No romance required. Just one week. But deals are dangerous when there's history. And some loves don't stay contained once you let them back in. *Told in Dual POV

ALL IT TOOK WAS ONE NIGHT

PREVIOUSLY CALLED MY FIANCÉ FATHER Just read the story I'm bad at writing descriptions😂 MAKE SURE TO READ THE "AUTHOR'S NOTE" BEFORE READING THIS STORY!!! Also the updates a really slow like snail pace slow so keep that in mind. (18+) ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS ARE INCLUDE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.*⚠️ 🚨🚨⚠️⚠️LOTS OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS STORY KEEP THIS IN MIND AND DON'T BE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO HAS TO CORRECT EVERY LITTLE THING. I WILL CURSE YOU THE FUCK OUT AND THEN BLOCK YOU. STRONG LANGUAGE IS INCLUDED IN THIS STORY IF YOU DON'T LIKE STUFF LIKE THAT THEN DONT READ IT💯🗣️ IT'S THAT SIMPLE!!!!!!⚠️⚠️🚨🚨

Welcome to LowkeyVibee Productions

After a car accident wipes her memory, pregnant Bethany RoseHart wakes up in the postcard-perfect town of Winhollow, Vermont, where a ridiculously handsome man named Elijah insists he's her loving husband. Elijah is charming, attentive, and strangely overqualified at folding baby clothes, but something about him feels a little too perfect. And when his dramatic brother Klaus storms into town demanding answers, Bethany starts to suspect her Hallmark movie life may have a few supernatural strings attached. Now Bethany must navigate small-town coziness, cravings, a very moody brother-in-law, and a husband who might be hiding more than just well-tailored suits.

Pregnant. Betrayed. And the father is the last man she expected: her ex-boyfriend's formidable father, billionaire Silas Thorne. Reeling from her cousin's deceit and her boyfriend's cheating, Elara Hayes faces a double shock - pregnant with twins by the intimidating Silas. Silas, thirty-seven and ruthlessly decisive, sees an irresistible opportunity. He offers Elara a deal dripping with vengeance: "Marry me. It's the ultimate revenge against my son." Thrust into a gilded cage built on retribution, Elara must protect herself and her unborn babies. But living under the same roof as the dangerously magnetic Silas threatens to shatter their cold arrangement. Can a marriage forged in revenge truly pave the path to love? Or will family loyalties tear them apart? Cradle-snatcher? Disrespectful father? Silas Thorne welcomed the whispers. He played to win, and Elara was his prize. He wasn't giving her back.

The moment she entered her stepfamilies' home, everything changed. Her five stepbrothers never wanted her there. She could see it in their eyes, in their silence, in the way their smiles faded whenever she walked into a room. They were close, bonded, protective of each other... and she was the outsider who didn't belong in their world. Little things piled up-cold shoulders, ignored conversations, blame for mistakes she never made, comments that cut deeper than they realized. She tried to be good, to be patient, to prove she wasn't the enemy they imagined her to be. But no matter what she did, she was always the problem. The disruption. The unwanted addition. Her parents were happy-blinded by love, trying to balance two families. They didn't see how she shrank a little more every day. But time softens eyes. Distance reveals truths. And one day, her stepfamily begins to realize the damage they caused-not through a single moment, but through every moment they never gave her. Through the love they withheld. Through the family they built without ever opening a space for her. Now, they want to change things. To understand her. To rebuild what never had the chance to grow. To become the family they should have been. But healing takes time. Forgiveness takes courage. And rebuilding a family takes all of them. Can they earn her trust? Can she learn to believe in them? And can a family built on hurt find its way to love at last? ────────── 𓆩♡𓆪 ──────────

Desirae Larue has accepted her commitment issues. She has come to terms with the meaningless hookups that are meant to keep her entertained until she finds a man like the ones she loves to read about. A man who worships her but isn't afraid to get a little rough in the bedroom. While her friends voice her expectations to be unrealistic, the two men that return in her life threaten to prove them otherwise. Desirae catches up with her two childhood crushes, and wonders how she could ever entertain the idea of dating either one of them, as Lawson and Casper seem closer than ever. Will she come between two best friends? And should that question come with fear or immense pleasure? 18+

Tara shifted slightly in his lap, her arms still wrapped around Lucien's broad shoulders, cheek pressed against the curve of his neck. The silence of her room was a kind of lullaby, warm and full. "You're such a dirty dog," she mumbled against his skin, voice lazy and teasing. Lucien's body rumbled with a laugh - low and pleased - before he pulled back slightly to look down at her. "You say that like it's a bad thing." She squinted at him playfully. "It is. You sneak into my room, bite me, sniff me like some possessed bloodhound..." He smirked. "Don't forget carry you around like a princess." Tara flicked his chest with her finger. "A princess who's seriously considering buying a leash. Maybe even one with spikes." Lucien's eyes sparked with mischief as he leaned in closer, their noses nearly touching. "Promise?" She rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the grin tugging at her lips. "You are incorrigible." "You're the one who keeps letting me in," he whispered, voice feather-light. "Maybe you like your bad dog after all." ____ "Say it," he commanded. She glared, blood trickling from the bite, her body shaking with defiance. "You want me to call you Alpha?" she spat. "Fine." Gothic. Haunted. Disappearing people. And a mansion that breathes. When Tara Lumin's parents buy a forgotten Gothic mansion in the eerie town of Atmani, she and her three boys-Dorian Vexley, Milo Ashbourne, and Pete Thornefield-move in expecting a fresh start. What they get is something... else. Something is wrong with Atmani. The townspeople act like they've seen ghosts. Some deny ever knowing people who vanished just weeks ago. There are names scratched out of yearbooks, family photos with missing faces, and screams in the woods no one investigates. She leaned forward, eyes blazing. "Alpha of assholes. King of mutts. God of rabid mongrels." His grin widened - like her fight only made her more perfect. "That's my girl," he purred. ---

"I know you don't love me baby, they're trying to take you away from me, only over my dead body" - Drake