After almost losing her father, twenty year old Mya Harrelson decides to move back home to be closer to her family. Leaving behind her school and her job, Mya isn't really sure what her next step is- until an unexpected offer comes her way. Forty-five year old Deacon Kay, is still barely keeping his head above water a year after his wife's death, leaving him to raise their two young daughters alone. The solution to his problems comes in the form of his best friend's daughter. She's mature, reliable, and his daughters love her immediately. Perfect right? Wrong. Because now Deacon is starting to notice that his best friend's daughter is not a little girl anymore (A S.W.A.T Fanfiction) ps. You don't have to watch S.W.A.T to read this story! :)

"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?

In the aftermath of her twin sister's tragic death, Reagan Sinclair finds herself in a never-ending battle against paralyzing panic attacks and drowning in grief. Desperate to just survive each day, Reagan's world is turned upside down when Paris unexpectedly enters her life, offering her a chance to explore a world of dominance she never knew she needed. As Reagan delves into a journey of self-discovery and passion, she must confront her suppressed emotions surrounding her sister's passing and her growing dependence on Paris. Join Reagan on a gripping adventure of love, loss, and finding the strength to heal in the face of unimaginable pain. "Why not?" I whisper against his lips, I want him closer to my body, I want it so badly it's almost painful. The sensation spreads through me like a relentless throbbing, engulfing my entire body. Paris pulls away to look at me, and his eyes are darker, deeper. I swallow at the primal desire pouring from his stare, eyes widening when he wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb stroking as it bobs. Almost instinctively, I raise my hand and put it over his, making him squeeze tighter. Paris growls low in his throat, and I close my eyes, marveling at the way every single nerve ending lights up. "Why not?" I ask again, just wishing he'd close the space between us. Just wishing he'd touch me. "No. This is wrong and I'm sorry I let it get this far. I'm older than you, love. You're so fucking young. This is......no," "I'm twenty, not seventeen, and I don't care. It doesn't matter," it's the wrong thing to say because when I open my eyes, he's shaking his head, his eyes locked on the wall near my head with an unreadable expression on his face. He removes his hand from around my throat, and the other slides slowly up my side and grips my waist, putting me more firmly against the wall. "No, Reagan," he says through clenched teeth, turning around and going to his room. I flinch at the sound of his bedroom door closing.

The gorgeous Magnolia Richards has her fair share of tough times. Wanting a better life, she leaves her rough city to start a new one. With a new job and apartment, life starts to get easy....or so she thought.

A bwwm mafia romance - A peaceful café owner with a hidden past and a mafia heir form an uneasy alliance after an attack, only to discover their fates are intertwined. - Enora Lyle has crafted a peaceful life for herself as the owner of a charming café in a quiet town. But every night, the same haunting dream invades her sleep-- fragmented flashes of violence, danger, and a nagging sense of loss. Marco De Luca is the charismatic CEO of a high-end jewelry empire, his name synonymous with wealth and refinement. But beneath his polished façade lies the ruthless truth-- Marco is the heir to the De Luca crime family, a powerful mafia syndicate known for their deadly efficiency. Cold and calculating, Marco has one rule: never let emotion cloud judgment. - Their worlds collide when Marco, left for dead after an ambush by a rival family, stumbles onto Enora's secluded property. Against her better judgment, Enora saves him, binding herself to the dangerous man who now brings violence to her doorstep. When her home becomes a target, they're forced into an uneasy alliance, seeking refuge together while navigating the dangers that surround them. As they have no choice but to stay together, Enora and Marco find themselves drawn to each other in ways they can't deny. But even as their connection deepens, Enora's recurring dreams grow more vivid, revealing fragments of a life she can't remember; a life tied to secrets, bloodshed, and betrayal. - With enemies closing in and trust shattered, Enora and Marco must decide: can love survive the weight of vengeance and the ghosts of the past? Or will their buried truths tear them apart forever? ~~ 🥈#2 in Italian (out of 17.1K books) ~~ Cover by maskedinthelight (myself)

She was an Orisha sent to earth to be the protector all. To save the earth and its humanity. With a beauty so rare and a spirit so enchanting, all were tempted by her gaze.

Vampires; I'd only ever heard stories about them, never had the privilege of meeting one in person. The rules that had been enacted and enforced by the human faction's government, run by my father, forbade that anyone venture into the southern forests. And so, we humans went on with our daily routine, no one daring to spare the cursed forests even a single glance. What I had not anticipated, was that, a mistake foolishly made by my own father; the breaking of a blood covenant, would effectively result in me coming face-to-face with the head of these nightly creatures; the one and only hybrid. And this volatile man, was the epitome of darkness, and the embodiment of death... ALL CONTENT WITHIN THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND WORKS OF MY IMAGINATION. MY BOOK IS NOT FOR PUBLIC DOMAIN!! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. COPYRIGHT ©️ By Rachael Abeauty. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, INTENDED FOR 18+ AUDIENCES! COVER MADE BY ME, THE AUTHOR...

▪️WEREWOLF ROMANCE▪️ "Would you rather I chain you to a post and have you sleep on the ground outside?" Edric raised a brow. His response caught me off guard and I stammered, "W-what? No... I-" "It can be arranged," the Lycan King scowled. **** The Malvar Empire has a fixed social structure. At 18 years old, humans are sorted like cattle, and divided up to work as servants. Except for a human healer, the first in centuries to have magical powers. As news of her unique amethyst eyes spread across the land, the Lycan King moves in to claim her as his. With the threat of war from beyond the border, the Lycan King must do whatever it takes to keep his empire safe. Even if it means working together with a human. 🔅Rated R: Contains thematic issues, adult language, MATURE sexual content, violence and possible triggers. ✴️ Featured On ✴️ ▪️Wattpad Werewolf ▪️Wattpad Fantasy ------------------------------------------------- 🥇2020 Readers Choice Awards winner of the Vampire/Werewolf category Cover Photo: Edited by @KimberlyTanithMarie using an image generated from Midjourney © All rights reserved 2020 I DO NOT consent to my story being translated, copied or otherwise reproduced by anyone.

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄!❞ completed (✓) 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇 skin covered in tattoos, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 skin tainted with abuse... • • • ♱ 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 a mother dealing with the mental scars of physical and mental abuse from the father of her child, 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇, given the chance to escape she does just that. Her trust for men vanished into the thick air of hatred and a heavy heart of trauma. What happens when she has to trust 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓, a man, for her and most importantly, her daughter's, safety? 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑯 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 a remorseless, Russian, mafia boss given a request to help a domestic violence victim, 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘, because of his therapy background. His black heart gains a whip of light when wiping the tears of the victim. Leaning into him and his brother's 𝐂𝐎𝐀 (Christ's Organization Administration) he provides the very best protection attempting to give her a fresh start. But Is that "protection" good enough with 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 on the loose? • • • ♱ 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: drama. sex. killing. domestic violence. (Read tags)

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 ➤ "𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆." I was already fucked in the head, but when you threw her into the mix, it only made everything worse. Much, much worse. Not that I was complaining. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just... more. More obsession. More hunger. Every part of me amplifiers when in her presence and I was made up of more bad than good. More of the dangerous, possessive ache she carved into me like she belonged there. Sometimes, I didn't know if I loved her or if I was just completely consumed by her. Can you blame me? Everything about her made me crave something I couldn't even name-something deeper, something darker, something more than she could ever possibly give me. And right now? I wanted all of it. Started: February 7th 2024 Ended: ...