When a girl with sugar on her lips and obedience in her bones catches the eye of a Nomad, she doesn't flinch. She freezes. Still. Quiet. Waiting for permission to breathe. She's not broken. She's not pretending. She was built for structure. Raised in silence. And when the wrong man stalks her routine, it's not the club that protects her first- It's Chains. Chains doesn't touch what isn't his. Doesn't lose control. As Vice President of the Nomads, he's the one who keeps the fire clean, the brotherhood sharp. But the baker doesn't run from his silence. She submits to it. She kneels. She obeys. And the more he watches her hold still, the more he wants to see her unravel-for him. But danger doesn't ask for consent. And the man watching her wants more than power. He wants to cleanse what Chains already claimed. In a world ruled by dominance, fire, and blood- sometimes the most dangerous thing isn't the monster at the door... It's the girl who whispers sir when she's shaking.

Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

• Levi • I've wished for death too many times to count when I was a child. Too bad only my soul died, not my body. Now that i'm older, I refuse to give up.I want answers. Answers that my family can give me. A family that doesn't even know I exist. What the hell am I getting myself into? • Mayhem • I was born into this life. The club life. Violence, drugs, murder, woman, the brotherhood. It was always part of my life, minus the woman. I stay away from woman. I don't trust them, I hate them. I don't want them around me. But the little sister of my President apparently is an exception, since she won't get out of my fucking head. I'm obsessed. I hate her. I want her more than I hate her. I will get her, she will be mine. *This story contains violence, mature language, sexual content and dark themes* **I don't own any of the pictures used in this story; all right go to their rightful owners**

BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF LOVE I GOT ON THIS OLDER STORY OF MINE I AM GOING BACK AND DOING SOME EDITS SO IT WILL BE EVEN BETTER 🖤🖤🖤 Kyra He is what you call a dangerous, destructive, can't forget TOXIC man. He is the VP of the Hell Razor motorcycle club. Everyone fears him but I crave him like I am junkie and he is my fix. The most dangerous man in Chicago became my safe place. Chance I hate almost everything in this world except for my brothers in my MC club. That is until the day the most fragile yet fiercest women comes storming into my life. I I might actually be the worst thing that's ever happened to her but I don't know if I can let her go.

Clayton Colter wasn't as bad as he seemed. He has a fantastic family, loves his job, and he's also an ex-Marine. As the oldest of six brothers, Clayton was used to putting out fires, scolding his siblings, and rescuing them from themselves. Still, he wouldn't have it any other way. Stevie Whitley couldn't understand where she'd gone wrong. She has good parents, a job that she'd fought hard for, and was a decent person on top of it all. Nevertheless, when it's still not enough, she finds herself in the town of Carmel Springs, determined to pick up the pieces. When Clayton finally gets struck by lightning, it's anyone's guess at what will happen next.

"You know what I do with girls who take control when they aren't supposed to?" "I punish them." ***** Scarlett Hudson's life is... okay. She has a great best friend and good grades. Boys like her enough to look at her, but not to ask her out. But she doesn't need that. Life is difficult enough without boys and their hormones... But then she meets Jordan and his friends. They're the opposite of her; dark, muscular and anything but innocent. They want her, all of them. But is more than one of them possible in a relationship? ****** Started: November 12th 2021 Finished: February 26th 2022

Ilory Benson was an uninteresting introverted person, who didn't care about fitting anywhere but her little apartment, or in her books. Especially, in her well-respected family, and not many people knew the fact that she was the youngest daughter of a known personality in the Political World, now the Vice President of the US. People never bothered getting to know her and she didn't care, she was always behind the curtains and off the screen, while her four siblings were just as successful as her parents. Most of the time llory was invisible to people, but there was one particular person who avoided her like sugar on a diet. Her brother-in-law, Emmanuel Savelli. She had never let people's behaviour bother her, but if she could come close to hating anyone that would be him. Therefore, when a call in the middle of the night had her rushing to Washington she was in shock, the place and people she left for her peace of mind were now calling her. But this return brought a whole lot of responsibilities and immediate decisions. One of them particularly concluded on marrying Emmanuel which was also her sister's dying wish. To step in for the sixteen months old baby her sister left behind, after suffering because of Cardiovascular Disease. There are times when you make a decision and it turns out to be the worst or perfect decision of your life. It was time for Ilory and Emmanuel to make one.

Bailey She fell in love with Nathan at the age of twelve. He was her twin brother's best friend. They all grew up together and were all so close. They did everything together. They were never separated from each other for very long. That is until she moved to their school. She bore her way into their group. Took Bailey's brother and Nathan's love from her. She made it look like Bailey was a cheat, a thief and a liar. Even made her parents distrust her. Bailey is not a wilted rose though, she is not someone you can just step all over. She is strong, she is proud and she will not take this betrayal lying down, she will rise from the ashes. Logan He loved her from afar. He watched her brother and Nathan treat her like a princess. He saw how much she believed in Nathan and loved Nathan. Logan told himself that it was okay. He could live without her love, as long as someone loved her. Then she moved to our school and almost everyone that was supposed to love Bailey betrayed her. She tried to break and ruin their princess, but Logan knows better. She was never a weak princess that needed protecting, she is a queen that will rule everyone and one day he will be her King and together they will burn down their kingdom.

She loved him more than words could express, but he never noticed. Blinded by deception, he let doubts cloud his heart, pushing away the one person who truly cared. Every night, she waited-for a kind word, a gentle glance, a sign that he still saw her. But his heart had already begun to drift, drawn in by the sweet lies of another. As he laughed at someone else's messages, he failed to see the silent tears of the woman beside him.She endured the pain, believing that love was enough to bring him back to her. But love, no matter how deep, can only take so much before it fades into silence. And in that silence, the truth waited-ready to break him in ways he never imagine (It's my first story. I hope you all like it 😊)

Widower/secret baby trope