𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

Shortlisted for the Wattys 2025! Living in a human town, Esmara has little knowledge of the seven kinds of shifters who rule the world outside of her safe walls. The horrific rumours and tales she hears from visiting travellers are enough to keep her satisfied with her simple and quiet life. But when her safe haven is suddenly disturbed by her own kind, she needs the help of those she is terrified of most. Amidst the chaos, Esmara is confronted with feelings she does not understand. Why is she so involved with the werewolves? Which side does she choose when the line between friend and foe begins to blur? And who is the dark-haired stranger she so desperately longs for? Esmara is determined to unravel the truth behind it all, even as the looming darkness seems to draw closer. ----- "Honestly, it's one of the best werewolf stories I've read: the plot, the writing, and the characters are all amazing. I can't wait to read the second book! And please don't stop writing, you truly have a great talent!" (Eastis) "I started when you only had a few chapters, and have been on the edge of my seat since."(Vettechk) "I can't explain how much I loved this book." (Abbeys3088) "This was one of the books that helped me get out of my reeding slump. When I started this book and realized how good it was i couldn't stop reading! And I still don't get how this book didn't make top 10 in the werewolf category yet, because it deserves it!" (Hannubear) "This book is one of the most well written here in Wattpad. I loved it sooo much. Your writing is so beautiful honestly!!" (Reliverelove)

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

I never pitied anyone, because the grass wasn't greener on this side either. But the one woman I felt bad for all my life was the unknown mate of the man who is getting engaged to his pregnant girlfriend today. I could hear the music coming from the engagement party happening a few yards from where I was. As I lay on the cold hospital bed, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at the irony of the moon goddess's 'gift' for me. Turns out the woman I pitied all my life was ME. ________

Arianne Rosalina DeWynters found herself in trouble one evening while she was exploring the park with her best friend. She's kidnapped, taken to another place- another world, where she has to marry the vampire prince of a place called Nox Aterrima, meaning "Darkest Night". It was a place unusual to Arianne, but she'd have to get used to it because soon, she'd be the Queen. -Book 2 is out!- © Copyright All Rights Reserved Image of the model is not mine. #16 in vampire 13/04/17 #1 in kidnap 06/12/18

When the sun goes down, the gravestone statues in Willow Hills Cemetery come to life--including Gretta. As a granite guardian of the dead, it's her job to make sure her charge--the snarky, hot-headed, lesbian spirit Quinn Rivera--crosses over and finds spiritual peace. But that's a little hard to do when Quinn's twin brother Jason blames himself for her premature death. And for Quinn to agree to cross over, he must learn the truth of her accidental passing and the bipolar episodes that led her to shut him out beforehand. But reaching out to the living is against the rules, and to break them would mean facing the most power-hungry and terrifying spirit of all: Death. *** Inspired by 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 (but not a retelling), Willow Hills is a southern gothic story with paranormal/horror elements. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥) C/W: Gore, some violence, and light to moderate swearing. Neurodiverse and LGBT #ownvoice rep.

Rose King doesn't live a normal life. Being the little sister of one of the most feared gang leaders in the world isn't easy. When she is involve in a world of power and death her life doesn't turn out the way she wanted and not with the happy ending she wished for. Jason Black, gang leader of the Black Skulls, one of the most powerful gangs in the world. His life turned upside down when he was younger and he never knew the only person who could help him was right in front of him. COMPLETE STORY All rights reserved, please don't copyright this book! Sorry for any grammar mistakes this is my first book. TW: some chapters contain mature content (rape, anxiety,alcohol) -editing Highest ranks #1 action-romance #1 broke #1 gangs #3 gang leader #12 love #72 bad boy #190 romance

"you were the lion, i was the wolf; enemies from the start." [twilight; book 1] [edward] [UNDER CONSTRUCTION]

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)