Rated, MA 18+ "Any questions kitten?" "Uhm no I understood everything.." I let conversation fall to silence. "That's it for the hard limits section, we see you chose cherry as a safe word and the color system, perfect for us angel. Let's tell you alittle bit about us now" Jake knodded towards Xavier as he cleared his throat. "I'm Xavier Blackheart. I'm 18, a Leo. I play rugby for the school. I'm a brat tamer dom mainly" he smiled as my mind flashed the image of my test results saying brat 90%. "I'm Jake Rose, I'm also 18. A Gemini. I'm a daddy dom/ caregiver. I love video gaming. I also smoke weed" he winked. "I'm Cain Romano, 18. I don't know my zodiac but I think it's Sagittarius. I do MMA and boxing competitively for the school. I'm a sadist dom mostly but I have a small daddy dom side on the occasion" "I'm Winter Winchester, I'm 17 for another 3 months. I'm also a Gemini, uhm that's kinda it. They say I'm a brat and a "little"" I air quoted the little. I don't believe them. ------- A New Heiress There are no trigger warnings throughout the book besides here: this book contains: dark themes, dark romance, violence, BDSM, kinks, polyamory, cptsd, domestic violence survivor and sexual assault survivor, depression, slight mentions of self harm, marijuana use, and possibly more.

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #2 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air like a blade. Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭" 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

Mishelle Jackson wasn't your typical 'nerd'. She was a smart mouthed, quick witted, glasses wearing Black girl that came in a curvy package. Her main problem though: she had a pension for helping those in need. When the star quarterback needs some study help, she jumps at the opportunity. No matter how irritating and unavailable he might be. Excerpt: My eyes spring open as I scramble out of Deshaun's embrace. This was definitely no angel. No, this was a doberman shepherd in a 18-year-olds body. "You know my name is not Molly," I say. My hands on my hip as I rolled my neck at the boy. "That doesn't sound like a thank you mamas," his deep voice lets out. The sound as smooth as his rich, coffee-colored skin (before the creamer.) Mamas? That must work on the hoes around here. Girl, you know you felt a tingle stop playing. Like hell I did! My stare hardens on the dread head in front of me, in the dimness of the library he seemed darker than usual, his tattoos melding into one as he takes a step towards me. I pretended my heart didn't race as he stepped into my space, his vanilla and mint scent enveloping my senses. "You got a lot of sass on you," he says. "For a nerd." (A/N: Time Skip in story, the characters are not in HS the entire plot)

Two men. One filthy promise. No safe word strong enough. Lauryn Wolfe is stuck. Jobless. Heartbroken. Still picking up the pieces after her ex shattered her self-worth and ghosted like she never mattered. When Dallas Maddox, her childhood best friend, turned rock god, invites her to join him on Saints of Ruin on tour, it feels like a lifeline. A way out. A chance to start again. She never expected the heat. Not from Dallas, whose flirtation has always walked a razor's edge. And definitely not from Kye Ashford-Dallas's brooding, pierced, and possessive boyfriend. They don't just want her friendship. They want everything. Her submission. Her surrender. Her body kneeling between them and her heart spread wide open. But not everyone wants Lauryn on this tour. Not the obsessive ex-sub who once belonged to Kye. Not the fan whose fixation blurs the line between devotion and delusion. And definitely not the voice in Lauryn's head whispering that she'll never be enough. Caught in a storm of lust, jealousy, and the kind of love that burns too hot to survive-Lauryn must decide what she's willing to risk to belong to two men who don't play fair... They don't beg. They claim. And once you're theirs... You never leave the stage the same.

Beneath velvet drapes and candlelight, Lilith Voss - ancient, wealthy, insatiable - feeds on the city's desire one trembling body at a time. Her club is her den. Her prey always leaves wanting more. Kael never meant to be chosen. A broke lynx shifter hiding more than just claws, he signs her contract for hush money and mercy for his sick mother. He never expects her to taste what no one's tasted in centuries - the raw, forbidden heat of an omega. Now she can't stop feeding. He can't stop crawling back. He wants her inside him. She wants him under her forever. But there are other predators waiting for a crack in Lilith's hold - demons who'd bleed him dry just for one soft taste. He's the sweetest thing Lilith has ever hunted. And she'll ruin anyone who tries to take him from her.

Genre: Action | Fantasy | kind of fast-paced Romance Her hair was as light as daylight, and her eyes burned like the sun itself. Liora stood frozen, heart hammering as the woman descended from her throne-each step elegant yet commanding. The closer she came, the heavier the air felt, until Elunara stood directly before her, gaze sharp and unrelenting. Liora tried to look away. She failed. Elunara tilted her chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. "So... you're the one I'm meant to marry?" she asked, her voice smooth like honey laced with venom. Her eyes roamed over Liora's face, slow and deliberate. Liora knew she should answer. Knew silence might be taken as disrespect. But this woman-goddess-like in beauty, terrifying in presence-had stolen the words right from her throat. Elunara smirked, leaning in close enough that Liora could feel the warmth of her breath. She traced a finger along Liora's bottom lip, eyes flicking down with unsettling intent. "I don't bite, darling," she whispered huskily. A pause. "Well... not yet." ⸻ ⚠️ Content Warning: This story includes mature themes such as explicit sexual content (smut), strong language, violence, discussions of incest, and instances of homophobia. No warnings are given before these scenes occur. Please read at your own discretion. ⚠️

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+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Genre: Historical BL, Fantasy Romance, Transmigration, Angst-Fluff-Smut. Setting: A regal empire, possibly vaguely inspired by South/Southeast Asian kingdoms Core Premise: Joong (from 2025), just minding his own business in the modern world, suddenly transmigrates into the body of a royal prince-seconds before that prince is about to be gifted to the terrifying, legendary General Dunk. No one else knows it's not the same Joong anymore. The original prince was scared and resistant; our Joong, however, sees Dunk and goes: "I get it. I get the hype. I am intrigued. And possibly into it." Dunk, meanwhile, has a reputation that can make kingdoms fall without a battle. He's regal, feared, undefeated-and completely uninterested in politics. But when the prince is handed to him, and he sees that Joong doesn't flinch like before... Something stirs.