Aurelia Floris only wanted a steady office job-something simple, something normal. But when a mysterious assistant position leads her straight into the world of Kazuya Shota, a wealthy, emotionally distant single father with mafia-level intensity, her life takes an unexpected turn. When his nanny abruptly quits, Aurelia is offered a temporary position caring for his quiet two-year-old daughter, Yuki. What starts as an awkward arrangement soon becomes something more: quiet moments in the kitchen, unspoken glances across the room, and a slow-burning connection neither of them expected. Kazuya is a man used to control, silence, and solitude. Aurelia is all warmth, laughter, and light. As their lives intertwine under one New York City roof, they must navigate cultural differences, emotional wounds, and the pull of a love that's growing louder by the day. But in a world where walls are easier to build than break, can two people from such different worlds truly find a home in each other-and in Yuki's little heart? A slow-burn, heartwarming BWAM romance about love, trust, and finding family in the most unexpected places.

"Daddy?" "No, he is not your da-" "Well hello, there little baby." ❀❀❀ Phoebe and her daughter Echo were an interesting pair. Always clinging to each other and whatnot. Phoebe couldn't go a day without her little Echo, and Echo couldn't go a day without her tiny mommy. Zameer was a very stern professor. It's always just been him and him alone. He loved the feeling of higher power and the cold demeanor he holds. When Phoebe is put in Zameers psychology class, the attraction cannot be denied between the two. What happens when Zameer finds out about Little Echo? Will he become the father figure that she's been missing in her life, or will he reject both Phoebe and Echo and go back to his sharp demeanor. *NO SMUT* Completed 12/14/2024

Rose has spent her life in the shadows quiet, reserved, and invisible. But when Luciano Gomez steps into her world, she learns what it means to be seen. Luciano doesn't ask. He takes. He calls her BABY in a voice that drips with possession, staking his claim with every touch, every whispered demand. Wealthy, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed, he craves Rose in a way that borders on madness. She's his to protect. His to spoil. His to break. She should run. She knows it. But when a man like Luciano decides you belong to him... There's nowhere left to hide. #1 in CONTROL #1 in AdultRomance #1 in Luxury

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. © 2022 kenziexwrites. all rights reserved.

Nataly never expected to find herself in the middle of complicated friendships, but that's exactly where she is. Struggling to heal from a painful loss, she keeps to herself, determined to avoid drama. But when Liam, a charming yet unpredictable guy, expresses a surprising interest in her, everything she's worked to keep under control starts to unravel. As their bond deepens, Nataly is forced to confront her fears, her past, and what it means to truly let someone in. Can she take a chance on something real, or will the scars of her past hold her back forever? ************* *Not a friends with benefits story 😉 No. 1 in #teenagelove No. 1 in #romance

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

Corvina Maxwell is a painter, an artist with an adoration for dark literature and themes outside of the good. She's a kind spirit but she's always been gravitated toward pessimistic people and exposed herself to dark romance, art, poetry. Valerian Calix is a world known pop star, having music similar sounding to the Neighborhood, Nirvana, and Chase Atlantic, they get a lot of attention. Lead singer and electric bass/guitar player is silent in interviews, and no words come from him other than his incredible vocals and dark songs. Songs meant to be in sexually toxic films. He loves his motorcycle and avoids female attendees as he has no female experience, although he is what every female wants. What happens when a dark spirited man and a woman curious with depth collide?

Lyla has been with the Celtic Reapers MC due to her father being a biker. She has seen everything. But her eyes are only for one biker-Ink, the clubs VP. Ink, VP to the Celtic Reapers has had a thing for Lyla for as long as he can remember, but hasn't done anything due to his loyalty to her father. A night in the club, leads to Lyla needing rescuing and when the man she has had feelings rescues her, will they both admit their feelings for one another, or watch from a distance they have done for the last few years. ***TRIGGER WARNINGS*** ***FIRST DRAFT*** This is my first attempt at writing a biker story.