Elleanor (Ellie) Patricks is an anxious girl who struggles with her mental health and uses age regression as a healthy way to cope. Unfortunately, she does not not live in a safe environment to use this coping mechanism, meaning she spends a lot of her time anxious, upset or in a state of panic. All she wants is someone to love her and keep her safe. Abigail and Jessica Spencer are a married couple who have been searching for the missing piece in their lives. They love each other more than anything but have been wanting someone to love and take care of, someone who needs them. When Abby and Jess meet Ellie for the first time it feels as if everything falls right into place. The three women have their struggles but they worked through them together and their lives are filled with nothing but love.

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ our ᴀʟʟ, Serenity. Serenity has always been a quiet child, even as she grew up. Knowing that she had someone to look out for her and always be there made her feel good. She remained close to Saint, whom she trusted would never leave her side, even if she had some issues. However, everything changed when she met Sincere at a club and started to develop strong feelings and an attachment to him. How will this relationship unfold, and how will Saint and Sincere react to this change? ⎯⎯⎯⟡ POLY ⟡⎯⎯⎯

Beneath velvet drapes and candlelight, Lilith Voss - ancient, wealthy, insatiable - feeds on the city's desire one trembling body at a time. Her club is her den. Her prey always leaves wanting more. Kael never meant to be chosen. A broke lynx shifter hiding more than just claws, he signs her contract for hush money and mercy for his sick mother. He never expects her to taste what no one's tasted in centuries - the raw, forbidden heat of an omega. Now she can't stop feeding. He can't stop crawling back. He wants her inside him. She wants him under her forever. But there are other predators waiting for a crack in Lilith's hold - demons who'd bleed him dry just for one soft taste. He's the sweetest thing Lilith has ever hunted. And she'll ruin anyone who tries to take him from her.

Pretty When She Listens Some girls chase dreams. Eleanor got chased by a fantasy. What happens when opportunity arrives... dressed in dominance, dripping with curiosity, and wrapped in possessiveness? Where Mommy and Daddy stop being innocent titles... and become commands whispered into trembling ears. Where small meets powerful- Where shy meets seductive- Where pretty little things in pink skirts and oversized tees get seen, stripped down, and reconstructed. Eleanor Grace Whitlock was invisible. A quiet 5'1" design student who stuttered when people said her name. But then they walked in-Céleste Romanov-Voss and Irina Voss-Romanov. One is a French goddess dipped in silk and sin. The other? A Russian storm in a tailored suit. Behind Eleanors glasses is a freak waiting to be bitten. Beneath their poise is a hunger thats waited too long. And between them all? A fire that says: From Hi, Mrs. and Mrs. to Yes, Mommy. Yes, Daddy. Shes not ready. They dont care. Anyone who looked at her or even breaths in their little girl's way they are dead

" 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎."☆

"Maybe if I keep stalking her she'll be mine..."

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

A 19-year-old male (Knox Kennedy) had known hardship and struggle his whole life. From being incarcerated at the young age of 14, to being homeless, and even abandoned by his parents, he was well acquainted with struggling. One day he decides that he can at least solve one of his problems by breaking into a house that he assumes is empty for food. It wasn't...

Her long brown hair dropped down from her head, hovering over me. Her breath was heavy and I couldn't even remember how we ended up like this. Her light pink lips lingered above my own. Our chest rose as fell together at the same fast pace, our bodies were so close together but I wanted more. I couldn't handle it anymore I needed more. "Taylor" her breathless voice spoke quietly to me in a whisper. I didn't respond to her though. My hand snakes up the back of her neck and tangled into her hair bringing her face to meet mine. Our lips collided smashing into long passionate kisses. The bliss of her lips on mine lingered forever. Something was wrong in the pit of my stomach, I couldn't do this. It was my brothers best friend.