How do you protect the love of your life if he's sitting in prison for a crime he didn't commit? *** Isabella was happy - happier than she's ever been before in her life. But everything changed when her fiancé Iron Knuckles, or Knux as she calls him, got charged and convicted for a crime that he didn't commit. Knux was known around town as a formidable fighter and served as the Steel Rebels' enforcer. He had some anger issues, especially when it came to protecting her but he'd never kill a guy. Isabella knew this, their friends knew this, probably even the police knew this. But still he's serving time. With him gone, Isabella is stuck between a rock and a hard place and is forced to move to the place that she abhors - her parents' mansion. While her instincts tell her to lay down her guns, just to keep the fragile peace and to prevent anything worse from happening, she is also not the same girl she was before meeting Knux and the Steel Rebels. She has learnt to fight. And she will fight for the man that showed her that unconditional love is a real thing. She'll fight to save him. But what if she is the one that actually needs saving? *** This is the sequel to "Babydoll" and the second part of Isabella's & Knux's story. Please make sure you've read the first book before reading this one, as it won't make sense otherwise. ***** Fictive location. Mature scenes. Strong language. Abuse (not between main characters). PTSD. Violence. D/s (mainly bedroom, gentledom/sweetsub, some ddlg). HEA Current word count: 65 000+ Original cover picture: https://unsplash.com/photos/uCkbfNIkK_U - Edit by noige22 Updates: (usually) weekly but not on a fixed day

Snow Black is a girl built from irony. White hair, black eyes and the palest skin from her albino father, she stands out whether she likes it or not. Far from her fairy tale counterpart- Snow is the frostiest person at her high school, with a blizzard of emotion and anger inside, stemming from more than just a magic bean and coming with the harshest of attitudes. When the Seven Sins, or six of the wealthiest, damaged, and impossibly good looking males in her high school take an interest in the girl who is a reflection of themselves- all they want to do is learn every bit of her. Especially Brutus- their out of-school leader who sees whats underneath her cold exterior. But maybe- just maybe- will Snow let them in. Because she's tired of being alone. BITCHES THIS IS RATED #1 IN oFFENSIVE IM FUCKING DEAD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Just a gay love story with our favourite pretty boy.

Corin Kane has never really found home. In all her 22 years, she moved from place to place, country to country, trying to belong. But when she finds her father, A Motorcycle Club President in Ireland, Corin realizes this may be the only place she feels at home. As Corin constantly butts heads with the ever-brooding Ripper, she wonders if this will be the place to settle down-and possibly love. Or will it be another bust on her long list of heartache?

"I came to get a tattoo." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared down on me, his fist clenched over his chest. I felt vulnerable under his blazing gaze. I awkwardly shifted on my feet. His 6,1 form dominating the room. The t-shirt he was wearing didn't do much to hide his well build body. Tattoos rolling down his arms and neck, disappearing behind his shirt. I couldn't help but stare in awe. "No" No? I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it when no words came out. His intense gaze didn't break, I wanted to run. I shouldn't have come. His form grew larger as he stepped closer. I tried to swallow down my anxiety, but it only grew with every stride he took. He stopped right in front of me. It took all my power to stand my ground, to not stagger away from him like a deer. "You are not getting a tattoo." The coldness of his blue eyes only intensified. Next this I knew a hand grasped my waist and pulled me into a stone chest. I gasped in surprise. Before I could squeal in protest he already had me pushed up against the wall, one arm circled around my torso while the other rested on the wall beside my head. My body shook in fear, adrenaline coursing through my veins as he leaned in closer. What was he doing. Was he going to hurt me? I'm sure he could crush my skull with his bare hands. I turned my face to the side, looking away from him, not wanting to see the satisfying look in his eyes when he hurts me. I awaited the pain, but it never came. Instead my cheek tickled with the breeze of his warm breath, his lips touched my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut as I anxiously waited for his next move. "If I see your body-" I gulped, his eyes boring into mine, "- tainted-" his voice was raspy and painfully low as his palm caressed my cheek, trailing down my neck until it fell on the curve of my sides. "-in any way-" it almost sounded like a growl, "I will kill the person who did it"

Hermione Granger & Charlie Weasley Another Weasley Christmas leads to so much more. As Hermione dances around his room half naked preparing for Christmas Eve dinner, Charlie Weasley bursts through the door. What starts as an awkward encounter, develops into two people finding their soulmate. A happy go lucky story with no dangers or drama! Cover by: coyg_81 (found on google, originally from Twitter)

Theodore Nott is a womanizer who has never had a lasting connection with anyone. Hermione Granger is a girl who is suffering in silence. When everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war to redo their seventh year, Theo finds out about a secret that Hermione has been hiding from everyone. Follow this Slytherin and Gryffindor through another mental year at the famous school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. __________ "You're mad," Hermione scoffed as she covered her face with her hands. "Loonier than Lovegood herself," he sighed. __________ [A THEOMIONE LOVE STORY] [FIRST FIFTEEN OR SO CHAPTERS ARE GOING THROUGH EXTENSIVE EDITING]

• Levi • I've wished for death too many times to count when I was a child. Too bad only my soul died, not my body. Now that i'm older, I refuse to give up.I want answers. Answers that my family can give me. A family that doesn't even know I exist. What the hell am I getting myself into? • Mayhem • I was born into this life. The club life. Violence, drugs, murder, woman, the brotherhood. It was always part of my life, minus the woman. I stay away from woman. I don't trust them, I hate them. I don't want them around me. But the little sister of my President apparently is an exception, since she won't get out of my fucking head. I'm obsessed. I hate her. I want her more than I hate her. I will get her, she will be mine. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

"The greatest love story never told." --- Draco Malfoy writes a series of letters to the most impossible crush that he has and will ever have and gets his heart broken again and again in the process. AKA Draco Malfoy and the Impossible Crush AKA if Harry Potter was written in Draco Malfoy's POV AKA if we can sail ships based on pining alone AKA wish we can survive the winter with how slow this is burning

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.