Pressing a soft kiss to my lips he smiled against them and I softly giggled. "Precious little thing." He hummed with a smile. • "I'm sorry, London. Please find a way to forgive us." He whispered grazing his lips against my lips. • U N D E R M A J O R E D I T I N G. C O M P L E T E D.

Caution: This story contains some consensual BDSM(Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism). Read with caution. --- When Maria Delsante attends a BDSM meeting, hoping to research the topic for her next book, she never expects to meet Sylvester Jackson. A man who sets her body on fire. Much to her surprise, their meeting continues in a broken down elevator, followed by rope, handcuffs, and a little bit of murder. ---- 1m reads - Dec 06, 2019 #2 - New Adult tag - Nov 9th, 2019 #1 - Masters tag - June 8th, 2019 #1 - hotguys tag - Feb 20, 2019 #61 - Love tag - Jan 12, 2019 400k reads - Jan 3rd, 2019 200k reads - Nov 24, 2018 #3 - NewAdult tag - Nov 17, 2018 100k reads - Nov 09, 2018 #4 - Dare tag - Oct 17, 2018 Story started: August 2018 Story completed: November 2018 Image purchased from Canva

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

(CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN -29/08/2025) This story is a dark little red riding hood inspired works. ~ Voldemort won the war, Harry Potter is dead along with the rest of Dumbledores order. Upon Voldemort's rejoice he decides to reward his loyal pack of werewolves with a bone, unfortunately that bone ends up being a very unlucky Hermione Granger. Her deteriorated mind is deluded with the idea that Draco Malfoy is her salvation, boy was she wrong. The man is obsessive, he hurts her, he comforts her, he manipulates her, he owns her, and boy is he thrilled she is his mate. Not only is he hell bent on making her one of them, but he's also bent on claiming her from the inside out, starting with her womb. Trust witches and wizards when they tell you to never stray from your path and into the forest, there's a big bad wolf lurking in those trees. ~ Throughout the book you may choose to either forgive Draco or hate Draco until the end. Because some of not all of the things he does to Hermione are unforgivable and should not be excused or pardoned. Draco is a sociopath in this story and is extremely obsessive and possessive. I will say now this book is NOT for the faint of heart. ~ This author does NOT romanticise this kind of relationship. ~ I do not own the Harry Potter books! JKR does (unfortunately..." Other than the Harry Potter characters This is my own original work! ~

Amelia is born in a strict household who told her that she will meet her soulmate one day and marry him and have kids just like kids stories but she always felt different, girls wants prince charming but she wants the devil himself, someone who can dominate her, toxin her and put her in her place. A sadist. Ever since she read novels about bdsm, she understood her desires and what she liked. And when she met Azriel, she knew he was the one, she knew that she will get on her knees for him once he tells her to. The way he looks at her, the way he commands her and the way he dominates her. But that's the way she likes it after all she doesn't want a soulmate, she wants a sin mate

Being a drug lord is hard. Being a drug lord, who is also a woman, is even harder. So many people take you as a joke or try to convince you that sex with them is better than getting paid. But it's better to fake flirt with them, have them wrapped around your finger before breaking their nose, beating then robbing them. My life isn't as hard as others, but when your a woman, power and money still means nothing to men. No matter how in control you are of everything, they'll try to find a way to take that power away so you'll have to depend on them. CEO's, judges, lawyers, other drug dealers, sorry excuses for men, and even cops. A particular cop has taken an interest in me. Something about him drives me wild, but scares me. Maybe I'll entertain him, just for a bit to keep the cops off my ass. What's the worse that could happen? Copyright © The Cop and The Submissive

GRAPHIC and EXPLICIT! Tori's been in love with Jayden since she was twelve years old, but he's pulled away at every turn. Doubts, insecurities, and certain, ahem, preferences have been convincing him that she's the kind of girl to totter about on pedestals, and definitely not the lady for him. Except she really isn't the lady for anyone else, and he can't seem to keep his hands off her, or his belt buckled to his pants. This story does contain some Graphic content, I won't tell you its ALL Graphic, but there are a few risky bits in it. You have been warned, that is as much as I can do without armed guards and electric fences ...

Katie was always so forgettable. She was that one chubby girl with the funny nickname. She was also secret friends with one of the most popular kids in Starling City. Years later after thinking Oliver Queen was dead, she sees him and he sees her. Both are tortured by their pasts, and can't seem to let anyone in. Whether they know it or not, they need each other. In more ways than one. STORY 1 STORY BETTER THAN SUMMARY

Wat ik nog weet. Ze vraagt me wat ik nog weet. Wat het laatste is dat ik me nog kan herinneren van deze wereld. Ik weet nog dat ik viel. Ik had kunnen vallen voor een oneindigheid, maar dat zou ik niet meer gemerkt hebben. Daarna was er namelijk alleen nog maar de kou. *Dit boek is een fanfictie boek gebaseerd op de laatste vier boeken van de Broederband serie geschreven door John Flanagan.*

Agent Roza Voronova, level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. Has and IQ of 155 and is an expert martial artist/ seductrise trained with Natasha Romanoff herself. After the battle of New York, she gets recruited to be a part of Coulson's team to help worldwide threats. What will the the other agents think of her? Will she find love? Or will it be torn down by betrayal?