𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 | 𝐰𝐥𝐰 The right amount of alcohol can reveal the right amount of secrets. And the right amount of secrets, could possibly get you where you need to be... • • • • • 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - BDSM/Other Kinks - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Mentions/Talks About Suicide - Other Possible Triggering Content

"Love me until it hurts. Until we're both shaking and it still ain't enough"

Jade has always lived in her mother's shadow, a respected, big voiced woman everyone in their town knows. But Jade? She's the rumor. The whisper. The stud who slept with half of the girls in school, the daughter who couldn't walk into church without stares burning holes through her. When word about her flings reached her mother, it wasn't just disappointment, it was war in their home. Now, her mother sends her off to college in Spain, not with blessings, but with silence and a driver at the wheel. Jade is supposed to focus on her future, maybe even "straighten out". But when she meets Rafaela, a dominican stud who's been living in Spain her whole life, Jade is drawn into a love that feels dangerous and irresistible. Caught between a powerful mother who wants her to change and a woman who makes her feel more herself than ever, Jade must decide, keep hiding, or finally live free, even if it means losing the only family she has?

Macabre was from the hood, she definitely wasn't used to the finer things. But after being kicked out of her home in Cincinnati, Ohio by her mother, she would soon see the other side of life.

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

Arthur Fucking walker would someday ruin me. • Ever since the day Marnie set her eyes on Arthur she knew she was done for. With dark eyes and dark hair, the girl in the band was someone she wanted to know everything about. Secrets would come out and blood would be bound to spill but in the green lights or the golden sun rays, Arthur would burn every soul to grant Marnie warmth. • Arthur's hand came up to my hips as she grabbed it tightly, staining my skirt with her bloody hands. My whole body was trembling. The knife. I turned around abruptly taking out my knife and pressing it to her neck, but she was quicker as she pressed her knife to my bare thigh. One of her hands was still on my hips as she pushed close to me. I flinched at the cold metal pressed on my upper thigh. But my hand didn't falter. I pressed the knife against her neck harder. A drop of blood dripped down her neck and trailed to her collarbone. Slowly trailing down and travelling down the curve of her and inside her shirt. "What did you see my angel?" She asked, her voice mocking as she stepped closer. I took a step back my back meeting the cold metal and her knife sliding higher. "Nothing," I whispered, panting. Fucking hell. "Nothing, I saw nothing." I breathed out and she grinned. "Shit liar baby." She shook her head kissing my temple and my collarbone. Her lips lingered for more than a second. "Get your knife away from me." I grit my teeth. "And here I thought you liked a knife between your legs." She whispered grinning, I swallowed as I could feel the blood drip down from the cut.

Valentino Rodriquez Is an underworld tax collector, collecting tax from America to over the Mexican border, where she encountered, an reserved and shy Lucia. Lucia was stuck in her morbid situation, having to be with different men to survive, that where her savior Valentino came in, a woman who might be responsible or in motive to the death of Lucia parents. *********** Her hand left my wrist and went into her pocket. "How about I pay you 300 to chat with you?" she said, giving me a tight-lipped smile. Why would she want to talk to me? I have nothing to offer her but sex for money. "I can only take it for s*x. Martinez said I'm not permitted to talk to anybody." I lightly murmured. "Well, Martinez isn't your f**king daddy," she growled. I returned my focus to the garments, feeling the paper of the money strike my shoulders. "Take the money." "Just for s*x." "You aren't a pr*stitute?" I looked across at the woman. "How do you know that?" "Are you staying here against your will? Is this the case?" She asked. I shake my head. Martinez saved me. I told myself this every day: he rescued me. I would have died. What's better than being dead, living, and suffering? "Take the money and talk to me."

"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

She owns the shop. The rules. And everyone inside it. Taking the job meant knowing her place...but no one warned her about the way authority can feel like a challenge, or how desire can twist into something dangerous when control is involved. Every glance feels intentional. Every order laced with something unspoken. This isn't romance. It's possession, temptation, and a slow unraveling. And once ink meets skin, there's no erasing what follows.

dark & intoxicating romance about two studs from opposite worlds who find themselves drawn to each other in a dangerous, obsessive connection. Raquel, a powerful CEO, becomes fixated on Aurora, a carefree woman who wants nothing to do with anything serious. As their worlds collide, the lines between desire, control, and obsession blur, leading them both down a dangerous path they can't escape