𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

Fiona (Alias: Snowfall) is one of the top spies at the agency. There's no mission she hasn't completed and no target she hasn't taken down. She doesn't do attachments and she doesn't fuck around. Sebastian (Alias: Apollo) is also one of the agency's top spies. Though his methods may seem all over the place, he knows how to get the job done. And have fun while doing it. Fucking around is his speciality. When Sebastian and Fiona get re-stationed to the suburbs of Nevada, they don't expect to go undercover together. They definitely don't expect to get married. Now that they're deep in suburbia, they must complete their missions and play the role of a happy couple. Only issue is that they can't stand each other. Things only get more complicated when they decide to be frenemies with benefits. *Cover from Pinterest NOT MY OWN ART WORK* Trigger warning: Murder, verbal domestic abuse, drug addiction, and overdose

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. The girl who's never been kissed. The girl who hides behind books and oversized sweaters and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven. Russian. Knuckles that never heal. Eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone. He told me he didn't need a friend. He told me to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him. He didn't save me. But the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started between us that neither of us knew how to end. He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

(Male Perspective) (palette cleanser since my more recent stories have been fairly dark. Finally, if any of the information used to describe aspects of her culture is incorrect, please correct me) After being dropped with the bomb of his parents welcoming a host child, Koda becomes acquainted with his new roommate. A beautiful girl named Adaeze who, no matter where she goes, has all eyes on her and makes jaws drop to the floor. Koda is not immune to this either. After just getting out of a bad relationship, he's a bit on the fence, but can't seem to pull himself away from the new girl in town. (Warning: story contains harsh language and smutt scenes)

Mature themes and language. How far would you go for love? *** "Look at Asher." Her eyes opened. "He wants to watch baby. Tell him you want him to watch you cum." She looked shy. "Ash- He slapped her breast and she moaned and hissed. "Daddy, I want you to watch me." Andres's palms rubbed over her nipples. She breathed out, looking at his hands and then me. "Watch you do what?" She huffed as he licked her neck and then lightly choked her. "W-Wa-watch me...cum." *** Zara Raven, 23, had a loveless upbringing. Her parents left her, and the multitude of caregivers ignored her. Having to create a hard shell as a shelter for her softness, she stumbles into men who fulfill all her desires and needs. Watch as she discovers love that makes her feel whole, but leaves a trail of blood as it grows. 🏅 #1 in doms: 07/22/24 🏅#2 in bdsmrelationship: 07/25/2024 🏅#4 in eroticromance: 09/24 🏅#2 in eroticromance: 12/27/24 🏅#3 in possession: 12/31/24 🏅#1 in Submit: 02/19/25

(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)

"Yes, Mr. Khan?" She answers innocently. "Get your ass back to this truck, right now." "You can't handle it yourself?" She asks in her professional voice, clearly around other people. "A bit tied up at the moment." "Don't bullshit me, Deanna." "I understand you're overwhelmed, Mr. Khan, but I'm sure there's a more polite way we can go about this conversation." She's killing me. "Nothing about the way I'm going to fuck you is polite, Ms. Wilmington. I thought you would understand by now that I'm not the one to play these kinds of games with," I say into the phone ______________ Deanna Wilmington didn't expect to fall in love when she joined Khan Developments and Real Estate as the Vice President of Design and Development. After spending years perfecting her craft around the world, Deanna was ready to bring her talents home and settle down. But working alongside her new boss, Harrison Khan, changes her set morals; Don't Fraternize Within The Workplace. Harrison Khan, a celebrated CEO and single father, has built an empire with his creativity and drive, along side his brothers. He's also fiercely private, shielding his young daughter from the spotlight. When sparks fly between him and Deanna, their connection grows into a love neither of them saw coming. But their happiness comes at a price. As the past comes to the present, Harrison becomes the target of malicious rumors and false allegations that threaten not only his career but their burgeoning romance. The relentless scrutiny and a particularly convincing accusation shake Deanna's faith in Harrison, forcing her to make a heart-wrenching choice: to protect herself by walking away or to stand by the man she loves. As the truth unravels, Harrison and Deanna must navigate the fragile architecture of trust and forgiveness. Will they find a way to rebuild what they've lost, or will the weight of the scandals prove too much for love to bear?

ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ▁ They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelling her to unravel the enigma they embodied. The allure was irresistible-the duo who had become the campus's ceaseless discourse, the subjects of both admiration and speculation. ❝𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.❞ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞ ▁ Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. -- He leans into her, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers, "I'm not the jealous type but when you look so damn sexy, I just want to yell 'mine' from the top of my lungs," Her face flushes with desire as his words wash over her like a wave of heat. "And that secret agent who keeps eye fucking you all day? He needs to know that you're all mine." "All mine," __ inspired book ♡ Published - 3/09/23