"Forever isn't forever so just be my baby girl till whenever, and if shi goes sideways just be my friend till we get back together." -just read. k.didthat🎢 ON HOLD

𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥, growing up in Blythe Wisconsin, was easy. It was the right side of town, as the sheriffs daughter she never had to worry about much. But on Chesterfield... not so much. The opposing side of town held a lot of 'delinquents', but what if she'd fallen in love with one of them? The sheriff's daughter, and a street gang member... Is it bound to fall into crumbles, or has she found her forever love? - "𝗦𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘆? 𝗠𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲."

"I don't understand... what do you mean 'you guys share?" "You're all of ours baby girl. We all want to love you, cherish you, kiss you, and fuck you all the same." ~ After running away from a neglective and abusive household Avery decides to take her chances on the streets. Upon running into a kind young man she ends up staying on a ranch with five boys who find them selves obsessing over their newfound little princess.

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.

Piper Walsh has always been the fixer. The one who keeps it together, no matter what life throws at her. So when an internship lands her in New York City for her final year at Columbia, she packs her bags and promises her brothers she'll be fine. Then her housing falls through-and she ends up living with five inked-up, too-hot-for-their-own-good bikers. They're reckless. Messy. Completely inappropriate. And somehow, the only people in the city who feel like home. Except for Greyson Lowell. He's the quiet one. The one who doesn't look at her. Doesn't talk to her. Definitely doesn't want her there. He keeps his distance like it's a full-time job-until he doesn't. Until one stolen moment changes everything. Piper knows heartbreak when she sees it. Greyson's drowning in it. And the closer she gets, the more he pushes her away. But Piper didn't come this far to let one broken boy scare her off. Even if he might be the one thing that could break her in return.

𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋 ♡ 18+ (FIRST BOOK IN THE SERIES) 🤍 THIS STORY IS NOT FOR THE WEAK HEARTED. IT'S DARK AND INTENSE. I TRUST YOU KNOW YOUR TRIGGERS. PLEASE FIND THE TRIGGERS AT THE BOTTOM AND READ WITH CAUTION. :) He is a brooding, arrogant man with a dark past, haunted by inner demons that she seems to both challenge and soothe. From the moment their eyes meet, he becomes obsessed with possessing her, determined to keep her within his grasp, where no one else can touch her. She, on the other hand, is inexplicably pulled to him, despite his unreasonable behavior and the chaos he brings. His presence haunts her dreams, and she feels an undeniable connection to him, as if their fates are intertwined for eternity. As their passion grows, they must confront not only their own inner turmoil but the dangerous attraction that could either save them or destroy them. TRIGGERS: - sexual assault - consensual non consent - heavy violence & assault including torture - forced proximity - self harm & mention of suicide - substance abuse & addiction - child abuse - traumatic events - crude sexual themes - coarse language - stalking

"Sometimes we just had to lick the attitude out of her" ~♧~ I was only supposed to dance for them, not submit my entire existence to them. But they wanted me. They had me. I was theirs..... theirs to break, to care for, to love and theirs to fuck for as long as they willed it. As much as I didn't want succumb to the feeling, the feeling of being loved, I knew I wanted them as much as they wanted me. So I let them have me. And they used me like the fucktoy I was for them. Because I was theirs. ....... How can a mere dancer put the ruthless Kings on a leash. ~♡~

🔥🫦SMUT 🫦🔥 🖤⛓️Dark Themes⛓️🖤 🧍🧍🧍Reverse Harem/Gangbang🧍🧍🧍 I came to campus to pick up my boyfriend. Then the blizzard hit. Now I'm snowed in with six of his teammates-massive, sweaty, starved-for-touch basketball gods. It started with one: Jax, the 6'11" team captain with a quiet growl and hands big enough to hold me down like I asked for it. But it didn't end there. Elijah kissed me like he knew how I tasted. Marcus called me a good girl before I ever said yes. Diego, Rashad, and the others? They didn't ask-they watched. And when I didn't run? They took me. Bent. Spread. Used. All of them. Not because I was weak. But because I was ready. I'm not their teammate's girl anymore. I'm the toy they pass around at night. And God help me... I've never been this full.

ABOUT: Arden Ashbourne is a college student with a secret - by day, she's the top of her engineering class. By night, she dances under neon lights to survive. Her world is sharp, hungry, and unforgiving. Elias Carrington is untouchable - a wealthy, quiet pre-law student who moves through life like nothing can touch him. Cold. Controlled. Until her. What begins as glances turns to gravity. He watches her like she's art. Touches her like prayer. Loves her like ruin. But love like this doesn't come clean. It's messy. Raw. Slow-burning and soul-consuming. She was never meant to be his salvation, but now he can't breathe without her. And when he has her - in his arms, on his face, wrapped around his heart - he doesn't hold back. This is not a story of perfection. This is a story of what it means to be wanted in your entirety - bruised, beautiful, and burning. Mature. Obsessive. Intoxicating. This is worship dressed as love. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "You," he growled, backing me into the wall just inside the loft and pressing his body hard against mine, "are the hottest, smartest fucking girl I've ever met." I was giddy, breathless, already burning. "Elias-" "Who's my smart girl?" he whispered against my ear, his breath hot, his hands already sliding under my shirt. My entire body lit up. The compliment. The heat in his voice. The sheer ownership threaded into that question. "I am," I gasped. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes blazing, jaw tight. "Say it again." "I'm your smart girl," I whispered, flushed and aching. "Damn right you are." He kissed me then-hard, hungry, lips claiming mine with heat that melted straight down my spine. My back hit the wall with a soft thud, but I didn't care. I couldn't think. I could barely breathe. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I moaned into the kiss, hips rocking against his without meaning to.

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.