Alexander Reveres, a notorious Mob boss. And Victoria Simms the one who left. Four years gone by and no goodby. Not even a note. What will come of this meeting will it spark new love? Or will it only cause hurt and blood. Read to find out...

This is gonna be about the wiggles tickling a girl named hannah and this is my first time doing this so yeah since angel's other account got deleted I'm gonna be posting her ideas on this account so yeah

This is my second book, as I got to the limit of 200.

[Complete] At twenty years old, Willow Carpenter has nothing but the clothes on her back and the weight of her past. Homeless and alone. When the pain becomes unbearable, she age regresses, retreating into a childlike state where the world feels less cruel... Her life changes when she crosses paths with Iris Riviera and Delphine Fontaine. -needs editing- Mature Themes

Ophelia decided to go back to school after years in the field as a war correspondent. She went to get some advice from her old masters professor Oleander Leghtoncroft. Getting back in the day to day tasks starts to become overwhelming. She asked her professor for help in an unconventional way... a spanking... They fell into a comfortable routine, when Olly's wife pointed out that maybe Ophelia might need more attention then they thought. It seems Ophelia might need more than a little help to get her though PhD program?

BOOK 1 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒, 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋, 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ♚ "𝘕𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭ish 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴." ♚ "Enough!" I yelled but before I could breathe in I was pinned to the wall. I gasped. Staring into his dark blue eyes made every bone of my body weak. He smirked, knowing exactly what he did. "You got too comfortable with me, doll but I didn't show you what Ace can really do." He mumbled. He broke the eye contact we were having and leaned closer to my neck. My heart beat was racing his and each breath he took sent electricity all over my body. I bit my tongue, scared of what my brain could make me say. "And I don't think you want to know," he whispered so close to my ear sending shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts. He moved back to stare into my eyes, wanting to see his effect on me but I didn't give it to him. I smirked, pushed my chin down and looked up at him. "You're all talk, Ace," I whispered, not even blinking. I saw the gulp that rose in his throat, growing my smirk. "Even when I am under your grip, you're still under my control." ♚ ♚ TROPES ♚ Dark Romance Mafia Romance Forced proximity Enemies to lovers Love triangle Living together ♚ 14.08.23: 2 Dangerous 12.03.24: 2 lovetriangle 26.11.24: 1 action-romance ♚

The follow-up to the emotional journey of "The Smallest Avenger" After walking away from the battlefield, Natasha Romanoff is no longer an Avenger-she's something far more precious: Wanda's baby girl. In the quiet comfort of a new home far from the chaos of hero work, The Maximoffs picks up where The Smallest Avenger left off, with Natasha finally safe, adopted, and surrounded by love. But stepping away from the world doesn't mean her battles are over. Healing isn't linear, and peace comes with its own challenges-from adjusting to full-time regression, to building a life centered on care, trust, and gentle routines. As Wanda settles into her role as both caregiver and legal guardian, the two of them begin creating the life Natasha always dreamed of-one with a real kitchen, a backyard, and a playroom just for her. But even in their cozy little world, shadows of the past and echoes of what was lost still linger. And when unexpected visitors arrive, Natasha must decide how much of her old world she's willing to let back in. Book Two is a tender, honest exploration of family, identity, and the power of choosing love every single day. Because being a hero saved the world. But being little might just save Natasha.

A young broken girl. Already given up on the world around her. A little by the name of Charlotte will soon relearn what a soft touch feels like. When Tatum Sinclair stumbles across her.

She was trained to never show weakness. But now, she's learning how to be small-with someone who refuses to let her face it alone. After years of survival and silence, Natasha Romanoff is unraveling behind the closed doors of the Avengers Tower. Haunted by her past and overwhelmed by a present she can't quite control, she finds herself slipping into something unexpected: a quiet, fragile state of regression. It's not a mission. It's not a plan. It's just... safer to feel small. Wanda Maximoff notices the signs-the accidents, the nightmares, the way Natasha flinches from kindness-and makes a choice: to stay, to care, and to gently offer the one thing Natasha has never known-unconditional comfort. Set against the backdrop of found family, quiet mornings, and whispered promises, this slow-burn Avengers fanfiction explores age regression, emotional healing, and the bond between two women discovering what it means to be safe, seen, and loved-even in the smallest of ways.

Addison finds out that Meredith uses age regression as a coping skill and takes her home to her and Arizona's house to care for her. I promise the story is better than the summary, I just suck at summaries most of the time!