It's September 2010, Marshall Mathers better known as Eminem is getting his life back together. He has been sober for two years now and two albums later his work is going fine as well. But the hardest is yet to come: How to find romance? Only thing he knows is being a dork and a slut. That ain't love. But then he meets Nicolas, a man with a mean stare and a real sword. Perhaps the man with a hundred scars can tame Marshall? Part 3 of My Nightmare I Woke Up To

"Are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" It was a man's voice I didn't recognize and the greeting caught me off guard. "I-I'm sorry? What'd you say?" I asked, holding the phone away from my ear as if staring at it would bring another person on the line. "I said, are you gonna take it like a good girl or should I bend you over my lap and spank you like the filthy whore you are?" He repeated. My heart skipped a beat and I swallowed, feeling nervous. "I-uh...I think I have the wrong number?" "No one deliberately dials this number just to say that. Spread your legs and touch your pussy. I want you to finger yourself and place the phone between your legs. Let me hear how wet you sound." He said, voice lower now. More demanding. I had to catch my breath. In a shaky voice I managed to get out "No, I'm serious. I really do think I have the wrong number." I sat up and glanced around my room. The walls here weren't thin, they were thick and the rooms were placed further apart from each other. Still, I was paranoid that someone might've heard the conversation. "Oh-Jesus. I'm so sorry. Are you sure you have the wrong number? This hotline isn't in public phone books. It's listed in erotica and p*rn magazines." Oh god..... _________ It's the winter of 1983 and 19 year old Ayelani Mayer, a college freshman is preparing herself for final exams. She, instead, accidentally dials the number of a sex phone operator named Michael. A 25 year old single man living across states who fulfills the fantasies women have until they cum. Ayelani was in need to vent and stress relief. She found it elsewhere other than the schools hotline. And that was Michael teaching her how to have sex and fucking her so hard that her eyes rolled to the back of her head. #4 in sugardaddy! 08/06/25 #1 in mjperv! 08/24/25 #1 in moonwalker! 08/28/25 #1 in mjfan! 09/26/25 #1 in thriller era! 10/03/25

*18+ read at your discretion!* My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..." He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?" "Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper. *** Ayah has always been unremarkable in every way other than in the power she wields. Since she was little she has been able to heal even the most fatal of wounds. Because of this, her father has locked her away, keeping her powers safe from the outside world. That is, until a man appears below her balcony, giving her a glimpse into the freedom she could finally have. However, the moment she starts to trust him, he takes her captive, revealing his identity to be a powerful Alpha who needs her to heal his younger sister. But when the girls illness becomes impossible for Ayah to heal, she is dragged on a journey beside the Alpha to find an amplifier. On the way she learns their connection goes deeper than their heated attraction, to a soul bond neither can deny.

They should never have met. Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld. But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't deny the pull they felt towards the other. They thought they could make it casual, to take comfort in the other's bodies and then walk away. But any hope of that ended when the strip turned blue and if he knows anything about his world; once you're in it there is no leaving.

"Choose. Her or the club." Briac demanded thrusting the gun in my hand as I looked back at her. The Riders are my family but she is the love of my life. How can I kill the one who owns my heart but how can I betray my club? Amara's father was an undercover cop five years ago when he got caught and executed; something she witnessed. Now living in witness protection Amara lives as a ghost, never using her real name and never getting close to anyone as she hides in another city under another MC. Despite her efforts a determined Rider of Silence member wants to find out the reason why she is so skittish no matter her silence to him. Amara wants to stay hidden to protect herself from further death and but she can't hide from him. Ryker lives proudly in the world of the Riders of Silence MC despite the hell he grew up in. In his words, 'life is like a knife. It's all about how you hold it where one slip the blade will cut you". As the Sergeant of Arms he is in charge of the guns but when new guns are run through their territory questions from neighboring MC and Mafia leaves the club in the middle of a brewing arms war. With that threat the club needs a wildcard but Ryker's only concern is for that little baker hiding in the dark of night.

❗️NOT FOR KIDS OR SENSITIVE READERS❗️ 𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚒'𝚜 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎. 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙰𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝... This is a DARK story! Read at your own risk!! (Accounts who post hateful paragraphs will be muted for all of my stories!) ❗️ONLY FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY❗️18+ - True War Crimes - Mentions of rape - Sex - Unhealthy obsession - Violence/Killing -Dominant guy/submiss

Mature content 18+ only BOOK 1 IN The Sinful Men Series "You are crossing a very dangerous territory, Natalia. I suggest you better stop, before I take things in my hand." He growled in a low voice, so that, only I can hear him. "Oh really? And what if I don't?" I said in a teasing tone, fluttering my lashes at him, all while stroking his cock lightly. "If you don't want me to make things difficult for you, then you should stop right now." He said while playfully glaring at me. His patience was running thin. I knew that he would make me regret it later if I don't stop right now. But I wanted to see that side of him, as always. So, I did the thing I was good at. "Make me." I said in a playful tone, while looking into his eyes. _________________________ Damon Ashford is a cool and calm, successful businessman during the day and a rough, sadistic dominant during night. Natalia Fox is a controlling girl from outside, who wants to control everything in her life.But inside, she wished for someone to take control and make her submit to their will. They both are perfect for each other. He is a dominant. She is a submissive. He craves control. She wants to loose control. He is a sadist. She is a masochist. Seems like a perfect pair. The catch? Natalia, after witnessing the broken marriage of her parents and suffering of her mother at the hands of her own father and his family, doesn't believe in love and relationships. Damon, betrayed by the love of his life, vows never to fall in love again. When they cross path with each other, will their hearts complete each other? Or will their trust issues, cause them to loose the chance at happy ending forever?

18+ || Please be aware that this story contains triggering and adult content. (TW: Violence, DV, SA, substance abuse, CNC, prostitution.) || This story may be uncomfortable for some audiences, and that is understandable and natural. The title "Fine Lines" literally refers to the fine lines between kink and abuse/assault and how fine those lines can get. It is meant to be uncomfortable and even controversial at times. If this is not for you, I wouldn't recommend this story. I honestly feel a weight being lifted as I share some of my own personal experiences. I hope Fine Lines also walks the reader through the developing mindset of the protagonist throughout the story. I hope it speaks to other survivors. Peace and love always x

Warning ⚠️ contains mature content. Not suitable for everyone. Recommended age is 18+. Adria is a halfling but more human than humanity itself. She has always been an underdog, raised by a single father and a weak memory of a mother who abandoned them. Adria learns quickly that she needs to get stronger in order to save not only herself but the world she thought she knew.