I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

When Remsie's boyfriend asked her to go on a tour of the NASA Space Center, she assumed the most interesting thing she would see would be a rocket. But she couldn't have been more wrong... After falling through a top secret portal to another world, Remsie wakes nauseous and disoriented in a world she wasn't built to survive. When she's discovered by a tall alien warrior and brought back to his den mates she's determined to keep them at arms length. But that's hard to do when they believe she's a deity come save their species from extinction. Caught in the complicated pack games of this foreign world, it is not only reality as she knows it at risk of being lost forever, but her life and maybe her heart... ___ #1 in alien on 09/03/25 #1 in science fiction on 10/22/25 #1 in scifi fantasy on 10/22/25 #1 in romantasy on 11/14/25 #1 in paranormal romance on 12/22/25 #1 in why choose on 3/26/25

Theodore Vales 🌸 Do you really hate each other? Because I don't think you do. I've seen hatred before. It is clean. Sharp. Cold. What you two have is anything but. It is fire, restless and consuming. It is tension so thick the air trembles when you walk into the same room. It is silence heavy with everything unsaid, every word buried because neither of you knows how to bleed without drawing blood. And yet-when you reach for me, both of you, your hands brush too close. Your eyes flicker not just to me but to each other, even if only for a second. You think I don't notice, but I do. I notice the longing beneath the fury, the way your anger is only the shadow of something deeper. You both want me. And I-I want you both. But maybe it was never only about me. Maybe it has always been about 'us'. Three. A number most would call too much. Too messy. Too impossible. And yet, in the way you breathe, in the way you break, in the way you burn-I see it. Three is the only way this story could ever be told. So I'll ask again. Do you really hate each other? Or is hate just another word for everything you're too afraid to confess? A story of rivals, longing, and the kind of love that breaks all rules. 🌸🌸🌸☁☁☁🌸🌸🌸 ⚠️ Viewer's Discretion is Advised ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences. Trigger / Content Warnings: Explicit romance & intimacy❤‍🔥 Polyamory / Throuple dynamics (M×M×M) Jealousy, possessiveness, and intense emotional conflict Mafia elements (power dynamics, violence references) Strong language & sarcasm galore Emotional angst, heartbreak, healing Aftercare, vulnerability, messy love Read at your own risk 💫 #ThroupleRomanceNovel #MxMxM #SoulmateAU #IntenseRomance #ChaoticLoveTriangle #Polyamory #AngstAndAftercare #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurnButSpicy #QueerRomance #DarkRomanceVibes

BOOK 1 OF THE DE'MARCO SERIES. This book is a part of a series, but can be read as a standalone. *********** Your typical Mafia romance story. Alaia is a sweet gentle girl, treated like a princess loved by many. Aless is anything but gentle, follow them as they figure out a relationship that works for them. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• All pictures used in the book are from pinterest. I do not take credit for any of them. PLEASE READ THE ENTIRE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING ANY OF MY BOOKS. ******** PICCOLO BAMBINO INGENUO LITTLE NAIVE BABY ♡ ************ hiii, im zara and this is my first time writing eva! Im just doing this for fun, wattpad is my safe place and I have SO many comfort reads on here and i wanted to write my own and see where it goes. Please don't expect this to be a great story with professional writing, im just doing this for fun, so dont wanna disappoint anyone. The story itself will be pretty cliche, i intend on making it very fantasy based while still making sense. I come on wattpad to escape reality and thats what i hope to channel into this book. ●●●●●●● WARNING ⚠ PLEASE READ The book DOES NOT HAVE any smut. It is marked mature because of language. The book may have themes where the female lead acts childish, and the male lead is quite fond of said attitude so please dont read if that bothers you. Its slight reference to ddlg, please dont read if that makes you uncomfortable. ●●●●●●● Since this is my first book i may keep it light on the conflicts and such for now. Okay Thankyewww fo reading byee. <3 The book is being edited currently

"Hey, can you hear me? Say something, at least." Nikolaos Mutas is an aspiring photographer, going against his parents wishes of him being an accountant and living in a mediocre cottage at the edge of the city. Despite his family complications, he could travel the world whenever he wanted and lived quietly, wishing for loneliness after his girlfriend of five years ended their relationship. The young woman appeared beside him at night one day, causing his desires to turn upside down. She had no name, could barely say a coherent sentence, and struggled to walk on her own two feet. He chose to take care of her, having nothing else to do, and promised to bring her home, no matter how far away it may be.

Evangeline has just turned 18. As it is require by the government she must go to be classified. All her life she has held herself to be a Dom, much like the rest of her family is, but what happens when this doesn't work out to be the truth? Will she take it well or not? Follow along with her journey to settle in.

Imani is a quiet, reserved Jamaican-Caribbean nurse working in labor and delivery. She keeps to herself, moves with calm precision, and rarely lets people in-but beneath her silence is a deeply genuine and caring soul. Deion is a dominant, no-nonsense police officer with a ruthless edge and a life built on control. The only soft spot in his world is his three-year-old daughter, Nova, who brings out a side of him few ever see. When their paths cross in the middle of a high-pressure day, neither of them expects much. But something about the encounter lingers longer than it should-and neither can quite walk away from it.

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow-he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

"I don't repeat myself, Elena." His voice was calm. Controlled. Dangerous. I stood frozen in the middle of his office, my fingers tightening around the edge of my dress. "And I don't follow orders." His jaw ticked. For a second, I thought I had crossed a line I couldn't come back from. Then he moved. Slow. Calculated. Terrifying. Before I could react, his hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me closer-too close. My breath caught. "Careful," he murmured, his voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down my spine. "You're in no position to challenge me." I tilted my chin up, forcing myself to meet his gaze even though my heart was betraying me. "And you're in no position to control me." Silence. Heavy. Tense. Alive. His grip tightened-just slightly.Not enough to hurt.Just enough to remind me he could. "You're carrying my child," he said, each word precise. "That gives me every right." My chest rose and fell unevenly. "No," I whispered. "It doesn't." ☆__________________☆___________________☆ Elena never planned to be tied to a man like Victor-cold, powerful, and completely out of reach. A contract binds them. A child connects them. But in a world where love was never part of the deal... She makes the one mistake she was never supposed to make. She falls for him. And in Victor's world- Love isn't weakness. It's a weapon.

SHORT AND FAST PACED STORY!!! ⚠️ "I've been trying not to do this" he whispers, his voice rough and low. "So stop trying" I whisper back. And then he kisses me. His lips are soft but insistent, coaxing mine open, pulling me deeper into him. One of his hands tangles in my damp hair, his fingers threading through the strands, tilting my head back slightly so he can kiss me the way he wants to. The other hand stays at the small of my back, his palm splayed wide, anchoring me against him. Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. I lose all sense of time. All I know is the way his mouth moves against mine, the way his body curves into mine like it's always known the shape of me. The way his thumb traces lazy circles along my spine, sending shivers racing through my entire body. I kiss him back with everything I have, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer. "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace" Benjamin's voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal.