"𝑇𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑀𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒...𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑡 𝐴𝑠 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠." "𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐳." 𝖠 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, "𝑂ℎ? 𝐼 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠?" 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄...𝖨 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇, 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖨 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇. "𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑.." 𝖨 𝗀𝖺𝗉𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀-𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾. "..𝑂𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢." "𝗚𝗼𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘇," 𝖨 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖻𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝘁𝗵𝗲

"I feel like I need you to breathe. I love you"

Here I was, 4 A.M in my shower, thinking about how good my cock would feel buried inside her pussy. How desperate I am to destroy her insides and breed her until sh- no-I couldn't handle it anymore. I imagined her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her senselessly. Our eyes would lock while I whispered sweet nothings. Then I'd flip her over, arching her back and digging her head into the mattress, suffocating her just a little, and then ramming into her without warning. I sound like a sadist but I can't help it. The things she makes my body do, I've never felt this with another woman. June is obsessed with Amirlya. Severely obsessed. So obsessed that he has control on her every move, eyes on her every step, and lurks in the shadows when she doesn't notice. Amirlya on the other hand just wants to be left alone. With years of tormenting, she is tired of constantly falling victim to June's strange possessiveness and frightening authority over her. However, that all changes when he strangely decides to reform himself, into a better man, for her sake. Will his attempt at improvement woo her over? Or make things worse? WILL EDIT AFTER IM DONE WITH THE BOOK Started: 10/26/2024 Finished: 12/1/2024 #69 bwwm 11/16/24 #59 bwwm 11/19/24 #39 bwwm 11/19/24 #31 bwwm 11/23/24 #23 bwwm 11/24/24 #2 aggressive 12/1/24 #21 bwwm 1/2/25 #19 bwwm 1/3/25 #16 bwwm 1/5/25

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.

BOOK ONE of "𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄" In which she ends up trusting the devil. For her, he'd repent and turn into an angel. - It is never simple. • Gaia has had somewhat of tribulation since her father died. All events transpire and lead her straight into the hands of a man who doesn't know how to treat his feelings or how to not sink them. Despite this, she doesn't run nor hide. She wants him. • Alessio let's his infatuation burn inside until he can't contain it anymore. No matter what it is, he just knows that Gaia has to become his in ever single way possible. And so he claims what's his. Their love is indefinite, burning for a lifetime. - Copyright law © Zhen-Huan 2026

( SUMMARY ) Jasmine's life takes an unexpected turn after a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant. As a freshman in college, she's now carrying the child of billionaire Francesco Scordìa, but there's more to her baby's father than his wealth-he's also a powerful mafia boss. A BWWM Fanfic Published: 08/14/2024 Completed: 09/26/2024

Katie thought it was just one night a mistake she could forget, she met a stranger, shared a drink and ended up in his bed, she didn't know his name and she didn't care, It was supposed to end there. But weeks later, she finds out she's pregnant. The father? A man she knows nothing about except for his intense eyes, his touch and the fear she felt the next morning when he disappeared. What Katie doesn't know is that the stranger is Dominik Moretti a ruthless Mafia boss feared across the city. Now, Katie is carrying the child of a man who lives in a violent world and he has no idea she even exists, she wants to keep the baby safe and stay far away from Dominik, but fate has other plans.

He was a secret king, I was just... me. One night, one mistake, and now we're stuck together. Forced marriage, family drama, and a whole lot of temptation. Can I survive his world... or will I fall for him completely? One night with Aaliyah, one mistake, and now she's mine... whether she likes it or not. She's clever, stubborn, and far too tempting for her own good. Forced together by a secret no one else can know, we'll navigate temptation, family drama, and a chemistry that could burn the world down. What happens when a girl from one world meets a king from another? Chaos... and maybe more.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

I was supposed to forget him. Just one night. One stupid, reckless, blazing hot night. I didn't even know his last name... But two months later, I'm pregnant with the heir to one of the most dangerous empires in the world. Damien Moretti is lethal, wealthy, and terrifyingly possessive. I built a life without him, poured everything into my boutique, held my head high, and decided I could do this on my own. Until he walked back into my life like a storm- demanding answers, demanding me. And he's not leaving without a fight. Now I'm stuck between a man who terrifies me and a future I never planned for... Because Damien doesn't just want the baby. He wants everything. My body. My heart. My soul. And once a Moretti claims something... He never lets Go His lips were fire-bruising, demanding, desperate as he pressed me back against the boutique's fitting room mirror. One hand gripped my hip like he owned it. The other slid down, low and reverent, stopping right where our child was growing inside me. "Mine," he growled against my skin, his voice ragged and possessive. "This baby... you... all of it. Mine." I should've pushed him away. But instead, I arched into him as his mouth traveled lower, whispering filthy promises over the swell of my barely-there bump before planting a hot kiss there. "You shouldn't be here," I whispered. He looked up at me with eyes that burned emerald. "Sweetheart... I'm never leaving." Written by:butterfly A stand alone book youtube channel filled with more characters is linked here www.youtube.com/@Butterflydream-m3o