༼۝A story that starts with forbidden love, but then...shit gets real༼۝ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ~ Explicit Sexual Themes 🦋No smut at the start of this story, though it is going to be there after a little slowburn🦋 • I growl, low and rough, as I thrust harder, faster. "Some little bastard bats his lashes at you and suddenly you're ready to say yes?! In front of me? While I was watching?" She bites her lip, whimpering, moaning, that sound that always fucks with my head. My hands grips her thigh, spreading her wider, my pace unforgiving. Because she needs to fucking learn - no, she needs to know that how much I'm hers. And that she's mine. "Daddy's teaching you here something," I hissed against her ear, sweat dripping down my temple. "Every fucking time you even think about letting another guy get close like that, remember this - remember how it feels when I'm buried so deep inside you you can't fucking breathe." Her nails dig into my shoulders, her body arching, those tight, sweet little nipples brushing against my skin, begging for the attention her pussy is throbbing against. Her voice cracks out my name, and i grin, dark and mean. "Yeah, scream it. Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know who owns this sweet little cunt." I slam into her harder, gritting my teeth, my hand gripping her jaw to make her look at me through her dazed, teary eyes. "Keep looking at me when I'm ruining you, Miss Davis." She shivers at that, face turning redder. I say, voice low enough, "you're mine, Vi. My baby, my brat. And when I'm done with you tonight, you'll know exactly why." My pace turns brutal, merciless. Her moans turn into broken sounds, the bedframe creaking under us - • ⚠️ Content warning ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and explicit themes that may be sensitive to some readers. Please avoid reading the story as there's going to be: - Smut - explicit sex A request again to please avoid reading who are uncomfortable. ~

"Oh, Lilith. When I die and you spit on my grave just know I'm under there with my mouth wide open." • • • As president of the Devils of Sin Motorcycle Club, my life has been steeped in darkness and trauma since the day I drew my first breath. Chaos is my inheritance. I need it to feel balanced-grounded-whole. The only people who matter are the ones who wear my cut. Loyalty begins and ends there. Women are nothing more than tools. Never to be wanted, only used-faces blurring together until they mean nothing at all. I live by a simple truth: death is always waiting at my door. Until a pretty doll drifts into my sights and forces me to feel something I thought was long dead. Alive. [18+] Mature Content Highest Ranking #1 - Bike #1 - Biker #1 - Dark Humor #1 - Motorcycle #1 - Seductive

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

{mafia} {mafia princess} {protective older brothers} ******************************************** Seventeen year old Nevaeh is in for a whirlwind. She spent seventeen not so great years in foster care until one day, in a crazy turn of events, she discovered that her real family was alive and had been searching for her. Not only is she shocked to find that she has two loving parents that are overjoyed to have found her, but she also has 5 older brothers who secretly adore her more than anything in the world. Little does Nevaeh know, her new family, the Carbone's, are hiding a big secret from her. Her new family is actually the head of the most powerful mafia in America. Let's just say, the Carbone family have quite a few skeletons in the closet. Every member of the family was hiding something, including Nevaeh. ******************************************** {mature//contains violence&sexual content} "Don't do that darling" he ground out through clenched teeth. I loved the effect I had on him. I knew I shouldn't, but I did. Grinning, I innocently said, "Why not River?" He studied me intensely for a long moment before accepting my challenge. "Because if you keep squirming like that, rubbing yourself against me, my restraint is going to break" River said. "What? Like this?" I asked, shifting my hips back and forth in his lap. I could feel him start to harden underneath me and my core began to flutter. "Stop it Nevaeh" River ground out. I was quite enjoying this and I didn't really want it to stop, so I said, "Make me." ********************************************** Hope you guys love the story, I have so much fun writing it :) On going story- I try to post weekly updates Love all of you who read it <3

Calliope Andrews, 21, has never been allowed to breathe on her own. Her parents kept her on a short leash her entire life- obedience demanded, independence denied. An arranged marriage was simply the icing on the cake for things they made her do. But who was she to be defiant about it. She was raised to listen and obey, so that's what she would do. Silas Viscuso, 26 years old. A business man. Cold. Controlled. Calculated- guarded. Raised to value power over affection, survival over softness. His past makes him who he is today, distant; deciding to never let another woman that close. That was until she came. Calliope, a sheltered girl with a gentle heart. Silas, a hardened man with a shattered past. Them, a connection that neither knows how to handle.

A romance story illustrating the collision of two different worlds. Bubbly and innocent Aurelia, a talented painter with an affinity for pastel dreams, finds herself colliding with the rugged and mysterious Atticus-a brooding underground boxer with a heart submerged in shadows. Together, they navigate the delicate dance of love, art, and self-discovery, painting a portrait of passion in the depths of midnight. Will their unconventional connection withstand the challenges that arise, or will it fade like a fleeting masterpiece? A safe read <3 no cheating, no mean male lead, no excessive drama.

Nearly a decade has passed since Zara last walked through the gates of the Hell's Riders. Daughter of the club's enforcer and blood tied to an Albanian mafia clan across the sea, she should have come home untouched by the world. Instead, she returns changed, carrying years no one can explain. No one knows where she has been or how she survived it, and Zara plans to keep it that way. Marked by scars she never explains and ghosts that refuse to loosen their grip, she comes back to Colorado determined to reclaim the life stolen from her without surrendering the pieces of herself she fought to keep. Killian has spent those same years becoming exactly the man the Hell's Riders need at the top. Cold, precise, and brutally loyal, he stands as the club's vice president beneath his father's rule, carrying a reputation no one questions. He has his own ghosts and too much blood on his hands to still believe in innocence, but Zara has always been the one thing that fractures his control. She comes back sharper, wilder, and harder to hold, and every part of him that should know better still turns toward her. As old loyalties strain and buried truths begin to surface, Zara and Killian are forced to face a love shaped by everything the world made them become.

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow, he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

Brute keeps his heart locked away. After his ex-wife, he promised he'd never let a woman make a fool of him ever again. Instead, he's perfected his playboy persona, hoping to fill the void his ex left when she tarnished his hopes of starting a family. Zeva is used to being in the background, used to looking after everyone else. She knows her place, and she'll do anything to make sure she doesn't lose it- especially when she has a 5-year-old, depending on it. Except the two have an undeniable chemistry and a history that's impossible to ignore. Facing their past could just be the key to everything they've wanted, or it could be the disaster they've been trying to avoid.

Demetria Montella, a sixteen almost seventeen year old, teenager from Northern England, who is suffering from grief and selective mutism. She's never had a good life. Even when it was just Demetria and her guilt stricken mother, who made one bad decision, and ended up being the mother she never wanted to be. After her mother's death, Demetria finds herself in a care home. Where she is to stay...until her social worker pulls her out of class. Only to tell her she's been missing for eleven years. In Spain. Not only is she a missing person, she also has a family. A father. A step mother. And five older brothers. Will Demetria take their help? Will she take the chance to live a different life? Who will help her along the way? Will she even find help?