Season 1 of Keeping the CEO's Secret When Millie joined Moore Industries, she had hoped to never deal with the CEO directly. She met the infuriatingly attractive womanizer Callum Moore once before and that was enough for her. She definitely didn't expect him to remember her or to have a vague memory of that night. Just like she didn't expect to walk in on the newly-engaged man having a tryst with someone who was not his fiancée. Now, Millie's piqued Callum's interest in more ways than one. But as she is dragged deeper into his life and that of his fiancée, Freya, Millie discovers that not everything is as the media portrays it or as Callum's dictatorial father decrees. Millie's finds her career, her family, and her heart all on the line as she attempts to keep the CEO's secret...

Of all the tasks to receive, you were given that of preparing Kylo Ren's quarters. It was as difficult as it sounded, but you were not going to give up! And when a connection appeared to develop--well, you could not exactly explain your feelings, even though he didn't seem a stranger to them. Warnings: -The is for mature audiences due to plot and interactions between characters. -Limited Perspective, which leads to some emotional turmoil. -Dubcon but it IS consensual. Experiences of post-sex regret. Other Notes: (L/n) is used in this fic. This fic utilizes an unreliable narrator. [Originally Published in 2016]

It was ironic that, for someone with such an attention to detail in her job, you entered the wrong refresher--and, of course, it was when Kylo Ren was using the facilities. Your life seemed to change from that day on in more ways than one. [Originally started in 2016] Warnings: --This fic deals with workplace bullying, self-discovery, and developing a healthy relationship. Kylo Ren is not always nice. --Not much was known about the KOR at the time this fic was written, and so there is a lot of creative liberty taken. --This is a Kylo/Reader fic, however has moments mentioned of side pairings. One is Kylo/OC (not shown) and the other is Hux/RC (shown, but can be skimmed/skipped over).

What if Bruce Banner's daughter falls in love with the God of Mischief?

Kylo Ren has kidnapped Rey and is holding her hostage till the resistance surrenders. Rey finds herself to be intrigued by her kidnaper though. It turns into a pretty strange relationship. It's pretty much Stockholm syndrome. You guys have trashed the comments with your dirty Reylo jokes. Good job I love it. This is the ultimate trash fic. Started August 6, 2017 Finished December 14, 2017

You're a Lieutenant, stationed on Orinda. You're content with your trustworthy crew, but issues with a certain ship (spoiler alert: it's the TIE silencer) end up trapping you on the Steadfast, instead. Your relationship with Kylo Ren isn't how you left it. How many more messes can you stand to clean? (yes, this is the sequel to Fix Your Attitude) cover art by @badtour on tumblr

Kylo Ren takes you as an apprentice, whether or not you want to be.

*BRITTANY BROSKI APPROVED* RANKINGS: #1 - starwars 6/10/2019 #3 - kylo 6/10/2019 #3 - kyloren 6/10/2019 He made eye contact with me with those intense brown eyes, and his vision traveled down my body, looking at every curve and flaw. He got down to my feet and looked all the way back up, taking in every part of me. I was scared now. I had no control over my body because of The Force and the way he looked at me, greedily, hungrily, left me terror-stricken. Kylo Ren climbed up swiftly onto the bed so he was laying next to me. He supported himself with his right elbow and placed his left hand on my lower stomach. His gloved hand was massive. His thumb and pinkie extended from each of my hip bones. I shut my eyes tightly. My breath significantly quickened. I felt his hand graze up my stomach, and I could hear him breathing heavily. His hand continued it's slow path up my chest and to my exposed neck. I swallowed down an impulsive scream that I couldn't help from rising as I felt him lean in towards me. His black locks fell onto my face and they smelled of mint. His hand was gently resting on my neck and his hot breath was on my ear. My heart was pounding and I was sure he could feel it. "It was so hard for me not to ravish you in front of everyone in Tunstead." His lips grazed my cheekbone. "The sensation was almost overpowering. You're lucky I have . . . Self-control." _____ This book is for readers who can handle maturity, violence, and who have a true appreciation for not only Kylo Ren/Adam Driver's beauty but for the Star Wars universe! Highest rank: #33 in Fanfiction! #2 in Star Wars! Copyright 2016 @ flywithmyjetpack . Please do not copy or steal my story/ideas. I don't own any part of the Star Wars episodes. I don't own any part of the characters or plot of Star Wars. However, THIS plot and most characters in this book are mine so please don't copy or mock my stories!

You had not known why the bodies were taken from the battlefield, however you stood by the belief that the Resistance would not be intimidated. Being Kylo Ren's prisoner complicated you in ways that you had never believed would be possible. Slowly you started to find shades of gray in a war not only in the galaxy, but within yourself as well. [Abridged version has fade to black scenes, non-explicit non-con, and appropriate trigger warnings at the beginning of chapter and, in places, possibly in the chapter itself. No non-con scenes are described/shown in full] {Part One: Resistance is Futile - Chapters 1 through 24} {Part Two: Precarious Harmony - Chapters 25 through 42} {Part Three: Death is an Art - Chapters 43 through 66} ♡CoverArt is a combination of work by badtour and clumsycopy♡ ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ The unedited version of this fic can be found on Ao3, however even the abridged version can contain triggering content including violence, some gore, and mentions of noncon elements. Trigger warnings are provided at the beginning of each chapter, although I am not infallible to mistakes and may have missed marking them. Some scenes have been completely removed in this version. This fanfic was originally started in 2016, and written as a way for me to process my sexual assault and worsening health conditions&limitations as well as processing other trauma I will not disclose. There is quite a bit of symbolism as a result. Please remember that this is a fictional setting and that it is always okay to DNF fics if this proves to be too much.