After a drunken night out leads to a one night stand with her smoking hot best friend, Maya can't help giving in to temptation again and again. But are passionate hookups and wild trysts all the future has in store?  *****  Best friends since the age of three, spirited Maya Crofton and ladies' man Luke Anderson are inseparable, priding themselves on knowing everything about one another. Or so Maya thought. What she doesn't realise is that Luke has been lusting after more than just her friendship, and, with alcohol involved, sparks soon fly. But past encounters, devastating secrets, and the unbearable need to hide her true feelings put Maya in quite a predicament. Will she overcome her doubts and offer Luke the chance he's been waiting almost half his life for? [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000 words]] Cover designed by Ren T

We know a lot about the American Civil War. We know about the battle at Gettysburg and how Sherman burned Atlanta but do you know many individual stories? Follow Oliver and Naomi from their arranged marriage through the war. It will be quite a journey as Naomi faces the war home alone and Oliver fights battle after battle. She will face one of the cruelest band of the southern militia army as she tries to protect the people she loves most. This is a story about the ones left home during the war. The one's who earned no great merit or place in history. The forgotten heroes of a bloody war that stood for freedom and equality for all Americans. I based some of facts in the story on writings left behind by my family that lived here in Indiana in the 1860s. My ancestors were Quaker and they were abolitionists in Indiana. We still have their homes used in the underground railroad in our family. My other side was endangered servants from Ireland and my great-great-grandfather was, unfortunately, one of the soldiers that came to Indiana while serving under John Hunt Morgan. He was the rest of my family's enemy. https://www.wattpad.com/646167251-the-forgotten-ones-a-completed-steamy-historical Please keep in mind this story is based in America during the 1860s and it was a different time. Copyright © 2020 by Grace Madden All Rights Reserved.

Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young woman is decided to move away from it, the brown one with the polar pupils intends to make of her his submissive and to show her that discipline does not rhyme with violence. New request of friends of Angel Seth Saint Accept/refuse? 🥊I am responsible for what I write, you for what you read. I will not accept any mean comments on this story. You go in knowing what you are about to read🥊 Started: 03/08/22 Completed: 27/07/23 1k 21/01/23 5k 22/02/23 10k 30/04/23 Prof x student Reference to bdsm and ddlg

"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.