I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

Ignored. Sent away. Forgotten. Now he's back after almost two years from the hell they call Lockwood, all smiles and cheery expressions but under that exterior is a lone boy, crying for help he will never ask for. He was sent away to be 'fixed' but in the end, what can you do when people drive you to your tipping point? Do you bend to their will... or do you break?

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

Two twins, Emily and Jacob have had a bad life. Between suffering From fetal alcohol syndrome (FAS), and the abuse and neglect they deal with at home they've learned to rely on each other. They learn that the world isn't going to be nice to them and that trust shouldn't be given out so easily. Daniel Reyes is the CEO and founder of Reyes Global Logistics, a shipping company. From growing up as a first generation Mexican American and not having money to spend, to one of the most successful Mexican owned business on the west coast, he's built a great life or him and his 6 sons. His wife passed from cancer 10 years ago, and in his grief and struggle to move on he had many one night stands, resulting in the birth of the twins. A birth he was not aware of. What happens when Daniel gets a call from CPS about the twins. The kids he never knew existed? How will his sons react to having two more siblings? What will happen when the harsh reality the twins have lived is revealed? Read and find out!

The Romano family always had one saying 'Family over anything' Which they stuck to, especially after the disappearance of their youngest daughter, she was taken at the age of four, by someone the family thought they could trust. Twelve years later, after the sudden death of her foster father, Nadia finds out she has a family, she has a father and five older brothers?! What happened to her mother? Will she be happy with her family now she has them back or will her past come to get her. Read to find out!!

Silent chains An Obedient Girl. A Dangerous Man. A Silence Too Loud to Ignore. Aarya has never spoken a word. A twenty one year old Born mute and forbidden by her cruel family to learn sign language, her life has always been quiet - not peaceful, but silenced. Hidden away in an attic, unloved and abused while her stepsister is pampered like royalty, Aarya's only survival tool is obedience. She never questions, never resists... until one night, fate places her in the wrong place at the worst time. She witnesses a brutal murder committed by the city's most feared mafia boss, Luca De Rossi - a twenty eight year old man known for leaving no witnesses alive. But when he finds her cowering in fear, trembling and tear-streaked, he spares her life. Barely. A story of forced proximity, power and vulnerability, slow-burning connection, and a girl who can't speak... but says everything without words. ---

The shy, quiet girl who sits in back of class is the last person you would think to be a werewolf right? Well, Abigail Mason is just that. She wants to just blend in and disappear. The only place she is ever truly herself is in the ballet studio where she graces the floor with dances. But as fate would have it the one day she dances out of her comfort zone one foot steps into another packs territory and the Alpha, the most popular guy in the state and one of the most known in the country, just happens to be her mate? This shy quiet girl might let this man dance into her heart. But is she ready to leave the comfort of her own shell to find out? -------------------------------------------------- My first werewolf story so please don't hate on it too much! Cover by @saudi_araybia

Her twin sister was supposed to be married a dangerous mafia man until she disappears and she has to take her sisters place. Updated weekly Tuesday Dominate man Smut 🔥 labeled and spicy 🌶️ I knock once softly and say, "Come in." "I'm super sorry about interrupting. I was wondering if anyone had any food allergies or anything before I made lunch for everyone." I ask, looking at them and waiting for their response. "Just me, I have a shellfish allergy," a guy says. "Okay, no worries. Thanks. Sorry again." I said, closing the door behind me and hearing muffled voices. "Ti sto dicendo che non è mia moglie. Ho bisogno che tutti scoprano cosa sta succedendo." {I'm telling you that is not my wife. I need everyone to find out what's going on. } "Sono d'accordo che tua moglie non cucinerebbe in questo momento. Odiava anche Atlas" {i agree your wife would not be would be cooking right now. She also hated Atlas} "Non preoccuparti capo, scopriremo cosa sta succedendo," I hear another voice say as I cook. {no worries, boss, we will find out what's going on} Not edited!

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Will she ever forgive them for abandoning her? Will they ever be able to unveil her secrets? Where was she for all those years? This is story of a girl who was abandoned by her brothers when she was seven. Now, after 9 years, her brothers brought her back home. How will she deal with them, simultaneously dealing with the terrors that haunt her every night? Sneak Peak- Once we were out, I stopped and turned to face my blood relatives and said, "Okay, now that I am out you don't need to act anymore. Now, you guys can go back to your house and pretend that this never happened. I will go to my house and will make sure that we will not cross each other's path, even by accident." I was about to turn back when Ezekiel held my elbow, stopping me on my track. I immediately snatched my hand back glaring at him and said, "Do not ever touch me again." His eyes showed an emotion of hurt that I am sure I read incorrectly because one thing that Kensington brothers are incapable of was getting hurt by any outsider. And that was what I was. An outsider. Sensing the tension in the atmosphere Aldric took it upon himself to say whatever his brother was about to. "You are going with us." He spoke. One thing about Aldric Kensington was that once he has made his mind, there is nothing in this world that can change his decision. This is the very quality of his that made my life a living nightmare, and this is exactly why I hate him more than any of my brothers. "Let's go Athaliah," Ezekiel said this time. That name. No one has called me by that name in six years. "My name is Zahra," I corrected and continued, "And I am not going with you." #1 in pastabuse #1 in abusing #1 in nightterror on 27/02/25 #1 in running on 2/2/25, 26/4 #1 in babysister on 15/12/24 #1 in brothersconflict on 27/12/24 #2 in abandoned #2 in broken #2 in brokenfamily #4 in olderbrother #5 in mafiaprincess #9 in siblings #3 in siblingrivalry #18 in trauma #34 in littlesister #59 in mafia