She's a fifteen-year-old girl who killed her "father" in self-defense and lied about it to the police. She thinks she has no other family members and now she has nowhere to live but the police tell her she was kidnapped from her real family when she was little and she has six older brothers. Now that she has to go live with them, she can sense they're all hiding something from her. But what could it be?

"You're a fucking liar, that's what you are" "You only know your point of view not mine" _________________ Venus is finally happy in her day to day lifestyle. Her 6 year old is happy, everyone around her is joyous except for a person who she has been trying to avoid for 6 years. Mateo, the person she's been avoiding. Cutting all contact suddenly, leaving with no explanation. Like any other person he was angry at Venus. After 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 he finally locates her and initiates a deal with her father. All just to have somewhat contact with her but he doesn't know why Venus ran away in the first place.. Will Venus finally admit the truth? Or will Mateo find out for himself?

Asher Humphrey booked a babysitter on Friday night so he could hang out with his friends after their hockey game. When the sitter backs out last minute, Cole Becker, one of his teammates manages to convince his sister to take the job of babysitting a toddler for a few hours. Riley Becker has deadlines to meet and though she accepts babysitting Asher's three year old son, it's only on one condition and for her, it's not about money. #1 in books #1 in collegestories #3 in single parent

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Eden Lane has never been in a relationship before. In fact, thanks to her overprotective older brother, she's lucky if she even gets to have guy friends. Jagger Gray is her brother's best friend of over ten years, so they're not exactly unfamiliar with one another but nor are they friends. If anything, they saw one another in passing and that was it. Since before they even met, Jagger was well aware that Eden was strictly off limits. Of course, he's never seen her as anything but his best friend's little sister, so that was never a problem. That is, until he returns home after being gone at college for a few years, and temptations begin to arise between the two of them.

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭? #ProfessorMalfoy#smut @heylolittaheyy 2021

- UNEDITED The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, Harry James Potter. When Harry discovered that Sirius Black was his legal guardian, his life was flipped around. He finally had a parental figure and Sirius was willing to do anything for him. Celestia Faith Black, daughter of the infamous Sirius Black, second best to Harry Potter. After discovering her father was innocent of all crimes, she wanted to get closer with him. But that tends to be a lot harder when your father favours his godson more than you. [ STARTED: 1 DECEMBER 2020 ] [ FINISHED: 19 APRIL 2024 ] [ ORDER OF THE PHOENIX - DEATHLY HALLOWS ] { THEODORE NOTT x FEMALE OC } ✍︎ highest rankings ✍︎ #1 in THEODORENOTT #1 in MALFOY #1 in SIRIUSBLACKDAUGHTER #1 in POV #1 in THEONOTT #1 in EATER #2 in BLAISEZABINI #2 in DEATHEATER #2 in DRACO #2 in BLACK #3 in SIRIUS #4 in SLYTHERIN #4 in SIRIUSBLACK #4 in EVIL #5 in BETRAYAL #5 in VOLDEMORT

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?