New York, 1934: Working in a strip club as a dancer is not how (y/n) imagined life, but she managed so far. Yet the new band's guitarist, and an unmoral deal she is being pushed into turn her life around, and not for the better. Reader: female Words total ≈ 20 000 Warnings: violence, blood, mentions of nudity, mentions of prostitution, it's set in a strip club, so everything that comes along with that, I guess

This is a Hardin x Tessa fan fiction, although focuses mostly on their daughter Emery Scott. Finished writing: March 25, 2021. Posting schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. It is written in first person, present tense, and has many point of views such as, Hardin, Tessa, Emery, and a few others. Warnings! This has mentions of abuse, sexual abuse, and sexual behavior. Small preview: "No! You're being crazy, Hardin!" I chuckle lightly at the fact they don't know we can hear them. Auden probably can't because he goes to bed at fucking 7:30! Who does that? My parents have a rule to not yell in front of the kids, little do they know that these walls are thin and I can hear them in their room. Surprisingly, I have only heard angry shouts coming from their room, no moans or banging. I'm surprised they have kept their fucking volume down though. I scoff at my disgusting thoughts, and shake them away. They don't fight often though. But recently they have. About me, of course. Mom feels like dad defends her too much during our fights or some shit. I don't know. She probably should be happy he's defending her, because if he wasn't here I wouldn't be living in this house. I would've ran away a long time ago. She's just so controlling and naive. It annoys the shit out of me. Thank god she doesn't know about my late night drinking and partying, because that would only make her cry. I really hope dad doesn't tell her. I can't do one thing without the fear of her judging me, or wanting to change me. Dad is different, because he actually is like me. He understands me. If I am really being honest, I'm afraid of mom knowing the real me, for fear she'll hate me just as much as I do myself. • • If you like Twenty One Pilots check out my other books, Completed books: Tyler Joseph Imagines We're Human. • Jyler • We'll Pee When We Get To Europe (•Twenty One Pilots•FanFiction•) Alive | ør | Asleep. We're Human Sequel • Ongoing books: Tyler Joseph

"What's your problem?!" "I am jealous, okay?! I don't admit it but I hate it when you talk about someone else. I only want you for me" Sebastian said glaring at Lucas. "just cut it off it was a joke at first just stop it!" "keep thinking that" he muttered as he walked away. Angelina or angel is an 18-year-old girl going to a new school, and she yelled at the school's bad boy, who might that be? Sebastian black the one and only and well we all know every bad boy have their own rule. his rules is: #1 no eye contact. #2 no one can take and touch what's his. #3 anything he does is no one's business. #4 respect him. Well, dear Angelina over here broke every rule except #2 and. Little did she know that she.... Was his? And being the nerd of the school is the perfect match. PS. THIS STORY IS CRINGEY, ITS FAST AND HAS SHORT CHAPTERS AT FIRST BUT IT GETS BETTER :) !!!EDITING!!! so some chapters might not line up with the other started:April 1, 2019 finished:may 4, 2020 #1 in sassy (Jan 13/20) #125 in teen fiction (Nov 27/19) #2 in good girl (Mar 24/20) #1 in dumb (Dec 11/19) #10 in bad boy (Jan 4/20) #1 in mine (Mar 9/20)

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

Dante Brown has met many challenges in his life, all of them crumbled beneath the ground he walked. He is arrogant, cunning and brooding. He's on top of the world, a CEO for one of the largest companies in New York City. Nothing was tearing him down. Until her. Amelia Rhodes had been dealt the worst in life. Facing many hardships and a rough past. With no family as a safety net and only the strength of believing in herself, she makes it. She's finally found a decent job and a half decent apartment in the big Apple. When one night forces these two complete opposites together, bound by a contract, both face an even bigger challenge. Hating someone as much as you are falling in love with them. Highest rankings: #1 in Fiction #1 in Arrogant #3 in Enemiestolovers #5 in NewAdult #8 in Chicklit

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.