In which the rookie Ben Gal falls for Cincinnati's number one quarterback. Now that football season is upon us I thought it would be fun to write a little Joe Burrow story. Started: October 12, 2024 Finished: May 18, 2025

Paris - The distance between Cuba and London. London has always been the odd one out of the family. Granted she has her parent's smarts, she's just always chosen to do things differently to her family, but they love her all the more for standing up for what she believes in. A trip to Europe for one sends her on an adventure she didn't expect, but one she wouldn't trade for anything. In Paris, she meets a dying old man who she agrees to take care of for his last days as he is a dear friend of her fathers. She comes to care greatly for him, and is saddened when he dies. She had no idea that that is when she would truly begin to live. Cuba is a wreck of a man whose irresponsible ways threaten the legacy of the Diaz name. His grandfather has tried to speak to him, but he just won't listen, so when he gets taken care of a kind and spirited young woman, he knows what he must do. He calls upon Cuba to immediately come and see him in Paris. On her last night out in Paris, her last destination before heading back home, London does what the old man told her to do and lives it up to the fullest, including a one night stand. Having missed his grandfather's funeral, Cuba heads out into the Paris streets to drown the sorrows of losing his grandfather and ends up having a one night stand with a beautiful woman. The last thing she expected was to see him at her doorstep three months later. The last thing he expected was to find out that he has to marry his pregnant one night stand to gain his inheritance. *** This is an interracial love story largely based in Johannesburg, South Africa.

"You don't deserve this", he breathed. His hand glided against my cheek as I slowly lean into it. "What do you mean?" "Nothing. Never mind", he brushes it away. I don't think too much of it, so instead I mumble against his hand. But what I didn't know is what he said was true. I didn't know that I really never deserved any of this. Because the person I trusted the most has been slowly breaking me. Lying to me. But not just a simple lie. It was a lie that could ruin me. Kill me and shatter my heart into a dozen little pieces. And this lie can even kill the life of another. He slowly ripped me piece by piece with a weapon that was made to end me. A dagger shoved so deeply into his pocket that even I couldn't see all along what it was he was planning. ---------------- His father sends him on a mission to kill the teenage daughter of the man who killed his mother. That is until, he finds himself wrapped around her finger and in a trance of love. Will he complete his mission or leave the past behind him? ❥ ❥ This story does include DETAILED SMUT

💀Some ghosts just won't let me be ... *** "Do you want to kiss me?" Lucien asked, licking his lips like he knew exactly what he was doing. Asshole. "I... I..." I hesitated, lowering my head, trying to remember how to breathe. "What?" he teased, lifting my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You what?" His lips brushed mine, soft enough to make my heart stop, cruel enough to make me want more. "Y... you're my brother," I finally croaked."This is wrong." He smirked, voice rough with sin. "Nothing was ever right about us, Pretty devil. One more sin won't change anything." And then he kissed me. My Dead Brother - a story of love that shouldn't exist, secrets buried in ashes, and a girl haunted by an adopted brother who refused to stay dead. ✨ Trigger warning ⚠️ * Graphic murder. * Organ trafficking. * Smutt. * Violence. * Cursing and use of sensitive language. ... Read at your own risk 😉😘. A simple rule, don't be rude or write mean comments if you don't like it then don't read it.

A spicy fairytale retelling of Aurora and Prince Philip. the lost beauty meets her prince. A spicy twist on a fairytale favorite ----- She spotted him. He was so handsome. He had shaved slightly but the scruff was still there, and she could feel her cheeks growing red and her thighs clenching together. She couldn't lie in saying every single inch of her body pulled her to him. And oh how badly she wanted him to touch her. But still she held her head high and proceeded to walk past him without a word. He was growing frustrated as she walked past him without a word. He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her into the hall, away from the crowd. His hands subconsciously trailed her body. They traced her hips and her thighs, they roamed over her butt and he squeezed it, knowing she would like that. She moaned and leaned into his arm, gripping him tightly. She couldn't help it, she hadn't seen him in what felt like so long. "Stop. You're- You're betrothed Philip. To someone else!" She said breathlessly trying to be mad at him as he trailed his fingers under her dress. "You silly girl," He smirked as he roughly grabbed her wet cunt and she gasped. "I'm betrothed to you."

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The Queen didn't rush her. She simply stood, close enough that the assistant felt her attention like a hand tightening around her throat. "You keep saying he's dangerous," the Queen said calmly. "It doesn't scare me." Her fingers closed around the assistant's wrist, pressing it flat against the desk. "Do you know what he does?" "I... this is a mistake," the assistant whispered, trembling. "A mistake is thinking your body lies to me," the Queen said. Her grip tightened command, not pain. "Look at you," she continued. "Shaking. Pulse frantic. Mouth opening like you're about to beg." "I belong to him," the assistant stammered. "No," the Queen said softly. "You were assigned to him." Her free hand moved to the assistant's throat not choking, just claiming. "Men like him confuse ownership with fear. I don't." Her thumb pressed. The assistant gasped. "I don't take what doesn't respond. And you-" Her lips brushed the ear. "-are responding beautifully." "I can't... if he finds out-" "He will. Eventually," the Queen interrupted. Her fingers moved lower. "That you weren't stolen. That you walked." She kissed her hard, claiming, silencing protest. Dominance. Erasing the shadow of him. "You're not innocent," the Queen murmured. "You're starving. I don't save women like you. I ruin them for every cage they've ever known." "Tell me to stop," she said. Stop. The word hovered. It never came. The Queen smiled slow, victorious. "Once I touch you, he doesn't get you back. Not loyalty. Not fear. Not nights. You don't belong to me. But you will never belong to him again." The door stayed closed. The assistant let herself fall.

Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

When a fire takes everything from Mia, her parents, her home, and the life she once knew, she is adopted by her mother's best friend, Jules Kingsley. Moving into the Kingsley mansion should be a fresh start, but her new brother, Damon, has other plans. Damon is ruthless, possessive, and impossible to avoid. He's made it his mission to remind Mia that she doesn't belong, and their hatred for each other burns brighter with every interaction. But living under the same roof means there is no escape, no distance, no way to keep the lines from blurring. He wants control. He wants her submission. He wants her, no matter how wrong it is. And the more Mia resists, the more his obsession grows, twisting every fight into something darker, every stolen glance into a game neither of them can win.

• Rhea just finished her first year of college, but with a strained relationship with her parents... she has no home to come back to during summer break. • Cami is a married woman to a selfish man. She is cold and has her walls built up around her, never letting anyone in or see the real her. • What will happen when Cami's daughter brings home Rhea for the summer and she attempts to break down those walls? ⚠️Mentions of homophobia, alcohol use, drug use, and domestic disputes⚠️ 🔞She's a smutty one🔞