" Shhh babygirl you're going to take it like a good girl" " P-please Davi-id" ------------------------------------- " Now, now what am I going to do with you" he whispered huskily in my ear. " K-kha-aled" ---------------------------------------- B E T W E E N T H E M ------------------ Rankings: #1: triangle love #19: daddies #47:maturelanguage #51:matureaudience #41:babygirl

Don't mess with the devil Momma always said Don't mess with the devil or you'll end up dead Don't look at his dagger-like eyes, they'll make you bleed Don't listen to his words, he'll lead you into fulfilling evil deeds Making him mad would be your biggest regret He'll make sure you pay an extra fee with your debt He slits throats and crunches bones with emotionless eyes While smirking maliciously with those dark red lips that spill lies He'll pretend to be friendly, give your cheek a poisonous peck But once he's done with you, he won't think twice before snapping your neck

Remember when parents would say, "When you make a choice deal with the consequences?" Well, Noah did. Noah Druitt is the young prince of Druitt. His family are professional assassins; and while his brother is the heir, he's still pretty damn important. One choice leads him to an inescapable jail. However, love also seems to find him. Not just one, but 2 loves. Little by little shit happens as they try to escape. Will their love prosper or will everything they go through destroy them? ~A little cliche summary, I know. I suck at them. Now, this is rated R, the smut will be crazy, and I hope you like it. Leave if your not one for boyxboyxboy action. Also, don't leave your opinion if you don't like gayness. What's your reason to even be all up in my story? I do accept criticism though, good or bad. ~Used to be called Locked Up Lovers now it's just Locked Up

Luke has been in love with his best friend, Taylor, for too long now and it's getting difficult to be around him. He knows it's time to move on and find someone who can make him happy, but he feels like that will never happen, not with the way Taylor has his heart... ***** Being in love with your best friend is hard. Luke Peterson knows this better than anyone else, as he's agonized over his feelings for Taylor Schofield for the past five years. So when he meets the handsome and confident Will Carson who wants to help him get over Taylor, it seems like the perfect chance for him to move on. But can Luke truly give Will a chance? Or will his heart always belong to his best friend? Content and trigger warning: This story contains descriptions of suicide and homophobia. [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

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Katarina Night has been alive since the Salem Witch Trials in 1692. Surprise Surprise, she's a witch. Since her mother was caught and burnt alive for doing witch craft, Kat has been in the care of her aunt. Now it's the modern day, Kat lives in New York with her cat, Salem. Working as a bartender, Katarina only tries to live her life as normally as she can. Yet fate has different ideas. Damien Blackwood; CEO of Blackwood Industries, millionaire and top bachelor. The handsome gentlemen has a secret of his own. Will he reveal his true identity? What happens when the most powerful witch in the world and the mysterious Damien bump into each other? Will sparks fly? Or will everything end in hell fire? "I'm in love with the Devil." "She has magic in her fingers and devilry in her bones." ***** "Oh kitten...still so young and pure." Damien stalks towards me; my back pressing against the door. "Funny, Damien. You're the one who wants to taint me. Bring me into the darkness." "That's where the fun is." He traps me behind his arms. His towering frame leaning over me. "No matter how hard I try...you will still come after me?" "Of course I would. I love you." "We're creatures of the underworld...we can't afford to love." ***** -Graphic Content! -Mature Content! -Graphic Language -Violence 16+ I'm serious guys. This story will have a lot, A LOT, of mature scenes and a lot of graphic content. I'm warning you.

"So yeah, I crashed your 16th birthday party, and yeah, I punched Stan. He didn't deserve you. I'm not saying that I did, or do, or whatever, either, but he most definitely did not deserve you. And then after I had... pushed your head in the cake or whatever, Stan was saying that I most certainly had no chances with you and he was calling my bluff, and saying more things and I just... I did what I told him I would do. I beat the living shit out of him. I mean, I warned him and everything. But then I had left for vacation and when I came back I found out you guys broke up and that he transferred schools and then every other guy thought better of going after you because they saw that I had made an example out of Stan and-" "You... you're insane," I shook my head, shuffling a step back. "You have lost your mind." "He got inbetween me and what was mine," he shrugged his shoulders, as if that was any explanation at all. "But it's okay. Never again." ----- d i s c l a i m e r this story has been re-edited and republished. the events of this story , for those who have read it prior to august 2019 , have been slightly altered to make way for my improved and matured writing style. originally published : july 2015 newly published : august 2019 completed: january 2022 01st in #secretrelationship : April 2022

Grace was an ordinary girl... Sike. This isn't one of those stories. Meet Grace Belmonte, who belongs to one of the biggest gangs in Italy. She's well known for her smart mouth, racing, bad-ass fighting and now the target on her back... After killing three of the Italian Mafia's best men, she unintentionally caught the attention of Antonio Romero; the Mafia's ruthless leader. And now he wants her... - - - He let go of my hands to cup my ass and I kissed him once again, my hands tangled in his black hair. We finally broke apart, his forehead leaning on mine. "Vuoi tornare a casa mia? (Wanna go back to my place?)", he asked me with a smirk. "Sì. (Yes.)", I breathed. He let go of me and stepped back, giving me just enough time to punch him in the stomach and run back to my car. - Warning: Strong language and mature scenes!

His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost more of a turn on watching him put on his clothes than him taking them off, almost. He wiped the blood off his hands with a kitchen apron in a slow steady motion and I pressed myself back against the wall when his eyes focused on me. My eyes flittered to the back door and I battled with myself on whether or not I could make it before he caught me, I couldn't. He tossed the apron over an empty sink and stalked towards me slowly, a predator in every sense of the word and my eyes drifted to the bloody mess of a man on the kitchen floor, was that going to be me in a second? He stopped just in front of me and reached out to stroke my cheek and I closed my eyes, leaning into his touch despite knowing better. My eyes snapped open when he grabbed my chin tightly and forced me to look at him, was this it, was he going to snap my neck and dispose of my body now? "Touch another man again, and I will kill you" his voice was low and promising and I swallowed as he let go of my chin, pressing a rough kiss to my lips before grabbing my elbow and dragging me out of the kitchen. So much for that arrangement...