Juliette He warned me we were doomed from the start, and I should have listened. But some fires burn too hot to resist. Now, I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of desire, tangled up in Areston's dangerous world. Every kiss, every touch pulls me deeper, uncovering the demons we've both tried to bury. This time, I'm not playing by his rules. The moment I walked back into Areston's life, I took control. He thinks he can own me, but he's about to learn-I'm not the same woman who left. Now, I hold the reins. The power is mine. But power comes with a price. I'm walking a dangerous line, tempting the beast inside him. And with every touch, every heated glance, I know he'll stop at nothing to claim me again. Areston I'm not a hero. I'm a man built from ruin, and Juliette is walking straight into the flames. She thinks she can handle my darkness, but she has no idea how deep it runs. The more she tries to defy me, the more I want to devour her-mind, body, and soul. She thinks she's in charge. That I can let her take control. Wrong. Juliette will always end up submitting, bending to my every will. Every second she'll spend trying to defy me will only tighten the chains around her. I may have given her the illusion that she's in control, but she will never be. Not this time. She's mine and will bend the way I like. Trigger Warnings: Consensual Non-Consent (CNC) Graphic Sexual Content Violence Psychological Manipulation Obsession/Stalking Toxic Relationships Dubious Consent Abuse (Emotional/Physical) Kidnapping/Captivity Mental Illness Anarchistic Themes Murder/Death Substance Abuse Self-Harm/Suicidal Ideation Childhood Trauma/Abuse Torture Sexual Degradation Blood/Violence in Sexual Context Power Imbalance/Authority Kink

*Book #1 In The Stripping Series* Everleigh Peyton is a twenty something year old stripper who has big dreams that she knows she'll never achieve. Charlie Wylder is a forty something year old CEO who has too many dark memories that he drowns in whiskey and women. What will happen when their worlds collide when Everleigh takes up an incredible offer, two grand to strip for Charlie, and the offer goes well beyond it's set limits? When Everleigh suddenly gets thrust into Charlie's secretive life when he unexpectedly hires her strictly for her company, and a side of baked goods as well, how will she manage to keep sane and not jump into his arms or run away? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Excerpt: "How much for you to entertain him for an hour? A grand?" The older man dressed in an expensive three piece suit that I could never afford in my entire life asked as he gestured towards his friend, the guy with the long dark hair whose eyes were blatantly staring me down. It was like he was staring into my soul. Like he knew all of my deepest and darkest secrets. Whoo! Talk about intense. I just about choked on air at his words, was he actually being serious right now? "I'm a stripper, not a prostitute." The man only smiled further, his hands producing a rather sizable wad of cash from that leather wallet of his. "How about two grand then?" Warning: This story contains mature themes, explicit language and mentions of sexual assault.

Widowed Grant Devereaux, a retired Marine meets much younger Maddie Baker and sparks fly immediately. Their age difference and the fact she works at a strip club, causes Grant pause. However, they keep getting thrust together and Grant soon realizes that Maddie is in deep trouble. The heart wants what it wants, but he also needs to protect her, no matter how much she protests. Can he have it both ways or will his second chance at love burn to ash before his eyes?

A Veiled Perception MJ James, a high-school senior, who is on the fast track to a promising future in the world of collegiate basketball, In the Hoosier State where Basketball is everything. Abandoned by her mother, raised by her single father, a mechanic, but a once promising player in the NBA. His coaching and her determination have turned her into one of the best Female High School basketball players in the United States. Everything is going perfectly until the men in her life complicate things. Starting with her two best friends. Jake the boy next door and Darian the guy that everyone loves. She's falling in love with one while the other has fallen for her. One decision will tear their world upside down, friendships will suffer, hearts will break, and lives will be lost. A Veiled Perception -A story about Friendship, Love, Obsession, Betrayal, Seduction, Envy, and Secrets.

I looked at her possessively before grabbing her by the nape of her neck and pulling her closer to me, our lips a breath away. "You are mine. Only mine. Understand?" I gritted out and she nodded slowly. "Good. Because I'll fucking kill any man who lays his hand on you. On what's mine." I said and crashed my lips onto hers. I kissed her roughly and possessively, I made her know who she belonged to. And if anyone said otherwise, they'd have to deal with a bullet in their head. * * * Nicholas 'Ace' King - Don of the Italian Mafia and the most feared person around. Dove Winchester - A bright college student, with a fire inside her only a few know about. When Dove bumps into the Mafia king at her favourite café, how will he react? She seems to bump into him in various places that her friends say it's fate... but is it? Will Dove grow closer to Nicholas and put his past behind them or will she question all her morals to be with him? Will Nicholas learn to love or will he be dragged down with his bloody past? Keep Reading to find out! #1 in Passion #1 in College #1 in Café #1 in Blue Eyes #1 in Rich #1 in Beautiful #1 in Bad Past #1 in Girl #1 in Guy #1 in Jealousy #1 in Hot Guys #2 in Italian #2 in Bad ass #3 in Dark Romance #4 in Singer #4 in Mafia #5 in Billionaire #6 in Possessive #11 in Friends & Family #11 in College Stories #12 in Love

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. "Why are you touching me? I'm a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me? Two persons. Two different worlds. Domination or submission? Relationship? What happens when two persons get into a thrilling, confusing and intense relationship? Love or hatred? Read to find out!

18+| COMPLETE✔️ "Ali..." He sighed, his breath tickling the skin of Alison's neck. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, admiring her beauty, how youthful she was. He then took his hand off her, suddenly aware of the line he had crossed. "This is wrong." He sighed, not looking at Alison. She could feel it in his heaving chest that he was battling his consciousness and his desire. She was fighting the same feelings. They both tried to resist, to rationalize, to not give into temptation. He was her teacher for goodness' sake, and if that wasn't enough, he was so much older than her. It was wrong in so many ways, and yet they couldn't seem to step away. "It feels right." Alison said boldly. She moved her lips to his, on her tiptoes. Dr Damon suddenly gripped her forearms, his face becoming tense and serious. "After weeks of annoying me, being a class clown, disturbing my lessons, embarrassing me in front of my colleagues, disrespecting me, you think you can just waltz into my office dressed like this, taunt me like this... You're a bad student Alison Bardot, you're a very bad girl." _____ It's said that a great teacher can shape and guide you. That couldn't be truer for Alison. Christopher Damon challenges her, sends her to hell and back, only for her to ask for more. She knows it's wrong, so wrong in so many ways, but she can't resist her young, mysterious, and magnetic Art History professor. _____ This book is for mature audiences. You have been warned. 📝 Good Grammar Guaranteed ⭐️ THIS STORY IS COMPLETE 💖Happy ending ⛔️ Please don't comment any spoilers! Started: June 6th 2021 Finished: February 7th 2022 Top Story Rankings: #1 in Artist - July 24th, 2023 #1 in Adult Fiction - February 19th, 2022 #1 in Adult Fiction again - October 4th, 2022 #1 in StudentTeacher - January 24th, 2022 #2 in Adult Themes - September 3rd, 2021 #3 in Submissive - April 10th, 2022 #3 in Artist - June 26th, 2022 #4 in Student - March 21st, 2022

[18+] A Lycan's favourite meal is a fresh virgin mortal. If you dare visit the Onyx Lycan Nightclub in Dire Wolf City, it's just a matter of time before you fall to a Lycan's deadly wolf charm. Contract to Entry: Onyx Requirements. No panties, dispose of them at the front. Swallowing isn't optional. If you die it's not our fucking fault. Signed, Lycans of Dire Wolf City. Your signature, blank space. WARNING: HEAVY ADULT CONTENT HORROR-ROMANCE EROTICA

Widow Marissa Ryland has fought to make a name for herself in the legal field. After her husband's untimely death, she struggled to find a balance between her ambitious nature in the business world versus her submissive needs behind closed doors. When a punishment scene goes wrong at a local BDSM high-end club, Marissa meets a handsome doctor who comes to her rescue. When Sean meets the mysterious masked woman at the club, his interest is piqued. They've all watched her from a distance, but now, will they take the chance to get to know the real woman? This story is not intended for readers under the age of 21. Mature content includes: M/F, M/M, F/F, multiple partners, reverse-harem, BDSM themes abuse, sexual abuse, non-con rape, assault, self-harm, depression Blackborne, Toma teams, and Academy are all subject to CL Stone's original work and this is fan fiction purely for entertainment. Marissa Ryland is an original character of my own creation. This storyline is a completely original work of fiction owned solely by me and should not be reproduced or translated in any part or whole, without express permission.

"Just listen, Hunter. I'm Penelope Herrick, you don't answer a damn phone call while I'm naked on top of you. And maybe you shouldn't have marked me if you weren't ready to give me all of your attention." I shrugged. It didn't take long for him to slam me against the wall, pinning me with his ungodly strong body. "You've got my attention, now, little mate." he growled against my neck, his hot breath against my mark making me squirm. And then suddenly, I came to the realization that Hunter was far easier to deal with when I did what he said. "Sometimes I think you start arguments just to start them," he chuckled a bit. I leaned my head up to press my lips against his and put my hands on his shoulders. Soon, he began kissing me back. By the time I broke the kiss he was no longer forcefully holding me to the wall, but he had carried me down the hall to the couch. "Yeah, maybe I do." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Alpha's daughter Penelope is used to getting whatever she wants, when and where she wants it. But what will happen when she meets her mate, and he's an Alpha even more powerful than her father?