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Based on the song "Memory Lane" by Hayley Joelle. Desiree Katherine Teller was Jax Teller's other half. They met when he was twenty-two years old, a year after Tara had left Charming. The two were inseparable and got married after a year of being together. Desiree won the hearts of everyone around her. She was a sister, a friend, a daughter to whoever needed her. The true definition of an old lady and a heart to match. Desiree fell pregnant with Jax's child and the two were excited to expand their family, but on April 9, at exactly nine o'clock pm, Desiree had gotten into an accident. The accident not only devastated Jax, but cost Desiree her memory along with the loss of her child. That was also the day that she was kidnapped, sending Jax in a frenzy for the next seven years until he finally laid her memory to rest. However, Desiree was a Teller, and Tellers die hard, and they NEVER stay missing.

Nicole enjoyed her single life in New York City. She'd known many men from all across the island, it was the 60s after all. Everything changed when she met the boy upstairs. A quiet boy from the suburbs. His name was Ricky Nelson. They were from different worlds. Nicole was city born, while Ricky was from the country. Nicole was in business, while Ricky was an artist. She was black, he was white. When they finally get together, things will never be the same again. Ricky learns what it means to surrender, and it he gives his all in doing so. Warning: There's themes of BDSM in this story. There's also mentions of racial tension, substance usage and more.

After becoming an orphan, Lauren was taken in by the famous Nelson family. When Ricky Nelson wasn't on stage breaking hearts, he was at home to annoy Lauren. After they get a little older, things get heated. Elvis Presley eventually has Lauren all shook up after she caught his eye. Will Lauren stick to good boy Ricky or the King? #1 in #Elvis Cover by: @/asaiyaavae on Instagram Warning: This is an erotic fanfic and is [18+]. There'll be instances of BDSM, alcohol & other sensitive subjects.

The One Night Stand Series •Book 1• "So what are you two?" "Just two strangers that occasionally fuck," she says casually with a shrug.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

IT was a cold dark night. Somewhere in the city was the opening of the new Opera house that Vincenzo Armani created. The business mogul wanted to expand his business. In front of the Opera house there were a lot of people in front it waiting to get inside. A lot of influential people were invited. Nellie Rose was looking at her self in the mirror of the Opera house. She was extremely nervous to be in front of a lot of people but it was something she has been waiting for. She is going to make a name for herself tonight. She wouldn't let the opportunities of tonight pass her. Vincenzo Armani was in his car waiting to arrive at his Opera house. He knew that the opening of it would create a lot more business opportunities and the Opera was also created for his mother. She had a big love for it. So she would also be there that's why he wanted to go early to make sure that the manager had everything under control. Both Vincenzo and Nellie were not expecting that the night of the opening of the Opera would create a bond between them.

Two people. Two tragedies. Two pasts. Trauma. So much Trauma. Sage Sinclair gets accepted into her dream University and, is finally leaving her small hometown to start her new life in NYC. With a very traumatizing past that still haunts her, it's hard to live day to day life. Her plan is to keep her past in the past and make the most out of these new beginnings. That was until she met Roman. Romano Armani. The heir to one of the most powerful mafias in the world. At only 18 years old, he's made quite the image for himself. He's known to be ruthless, cold-hearted, and a womanizer. But what most don't know, is his trauma. His plan was never to let anyone in. That was until he met Sage. Will they be able to overcome their inner demons to fight for what their hearts truly want? Or will their pain be the death of their love?

"Before 𝗛𝗶𝗺" "Before 𝙃𝙚𝙧" "Only 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 could tell how we'd end up." They were 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲. The life of 𝘀𝗲𝘅 strived through 𝗵𝗶𝗺. The life of her 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗿 strived through 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝗛𝗲 wasn't looking for 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 wanted 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 to come to her. Put them 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, life couldn't get any 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 - shit or 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗲 ____ My body was bent over in a doggy position bound to some type of bench. My arms and wrists were restrained on both sides of the bench making me use my elbows for support; my legs and ankles were restrained on the bars of the bench aswell as I used my knees for another type of support. My ass stood high in the air as my stomach laid on a bar. I was fucked at this point because there was no way I was going to get out of this, hell I could barely move. "You Wanna know something Kataleya?" He asked. I gasped as a bucket of a chillingly cold water was splashed on my naked body. "Y-Yes." I answered my voice trembling. The sense of not being able to see what he was about to do to me made me aroused, but mostly scared as hell. "I don't share, but we've already talked about this didn't we?" I shamefully didn't answer. "OW!" I screamed as I felt the leather of a belt land harshly on my thigh. The water made the sensation worse, we haven't even began and that one spot held so much pain for more than 15 seconds. "Yes!" I cried. "Now count, you've got 30, miscount we start over to the beginning and when I'm done be ready because it seems I have to mark what mine so we'll be at it - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩." *the following images inside this story are not mine.

Serena bartends. She doesn't drink, not anymore. Serena bartends so she doesn't drink but after seeing an old acquaintance with sad eyes and out-of-this-world muscles, Serena bartends to see him. Grayson is a firefighter going through a divorce so, he drinks. Grayson drinks so he doesn't think about his shitty wife but when he sees an old acquaintance with dark curls and a friendly smile, Grayson drinks to see her. - Slow burn smut farther into book. !!TW: S/A, child S/A, abuse, addiction, m*rder!! !!There will be the same trigger warning in the beginning of the chapter!! #1 in bwwm #3 in AdultLanguge #84 in Romance #1 in AdultFiction #2 in slowburn #1 Slightsmut #1 i adultlanguage