BLYTHE. (noun) Happiness, cheerfulness. Someone who's joyful. Zoe doesn't remember the exact date she got ill. All she knows is that once she was fine and then she wasn't. Unable to find a way to cure her depression, at the tender age of eighteen, she decides to end her life once and for all only to be found by a mysterious man and saved. The same man disappears the next morning. Now she's 24, almost a graduated, suicidal psychology student and even more eager to bid her last goodbyes. But what if life isn't done playing with her just yet, and the man she'd obsessed over and hated for the last six years of her life reappears? Will her plans of leaving for good change? Sold as a sex slave at a young age, Sawyer finally finds himself free, saved by an unknown man who offers him a new identity, family and life, only to have them all snatched away by the monsters of the past. He finds himself once again in the sex industry he grew up in and loathed for the sake of revenge. What can two young people who have lost everything and have nothing on this earth do but fight to survive till they see the empire that fucked them up burned into ashes? WARNING: MATURE CONTENT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Cover by @__AK__WRITES

It's nearing the holidays and Cordelia isn't about to deal with her family nagging her about being single during this time of the year, again. She's so desperate to escape the harassment for being alone she's willing to make a deal with any decent looking man she knows her family will approve of. Luckily for her, one fateful day brings her Franco. He's running from the law for a crime he may not have actually committed, but Cordelia doesn't need to know that. She just needs him to play boyfriend for a couple months, and she promises him she'll do almost anything in exchange for just that. [UNEDITED]

we're all sinners or our own, most people take longer to find that side of them but once its out its a moment of pure euphoria and maybe even sometimes it means indulging in beautiful things they never thought they'd try

When a remarkably bewitching baby girl is born to a king, her beauty is compared to that of the goddess Aphrodite, and perhaps even challenges her allure as people travel far and wide to worship the exquisite princess. Seething with fury, Aphrodite demands her son, Eros, to reap revenge on the beautiful girl. But to his own dismay, he too cannot help but fall for her grace. ©

Persephone Blythe. Every man's wildest dream and every woman's deepest fear. She was a seventeen year old scream queen, raised in champagne lavished limousines all her life, and receiving anything and everything handed to her on a silver platter. Now seph has her eye on another one of her mother's new play toys, and she plans on having him.

Slut - Noun (derogatory) 1. ❝ A woman who has many casual sexual partners ❞ 2. ❝ A woman with low standards of cleanliness ❞ You know that Saffron is broken, empty and hollow inside but why? What was she doing in the girl's changing rooms late after school? What was Maverick and Daniel doing in the changing rooms late after school with her? Where was Cooper? Where was Fern? Why was Saffron being such a slut? *semi auto-biographical* #StopSlutShaming #ProjectNoMeansNo

It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

[Edited Version] "We only read erotica," Fiona said with a straight face. "Come again?" I asked, clutching my copy of Jane Eyre to my chest. I suddenly felt like a girl who'd come to a fancy-dress party dressed as herself. "Oh, come on, Janelle," Fiona smiled, pulling my hand and leading me into the room. The light in the library was dimmed to a dull glow, and then I heard a man's voice reading: "I entered her from behind, squeezing the taut skin of her buttocks and driving myself even deeper, until..." Somewhere in the dark, I heard moans of pleasure and the unmistakable yowl of a climax... [Cover by @headfullofstars]