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Curve Appreciation TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity. "You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch." His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe. My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #3 wmbw #5 dark #6 ceo #13 18andup #35 obsession #38 bwwm #66 mafia #23 curvy #7 daddyissues #8 intense #9 newwriter #3 Italian #20 danger #17 interracial #365 darkromance #632 toxic

Bodyguard to lovers.... BL ~~~~~~ "So... you're saying you've thought about me...before? Like that?!" I say. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I think you'll be better if I uh...If you... if you spent some time out." Father says. I watch as he rubs his hand together repeatedly. "Father I don't understand." I say. "I'm not the right person to explain. I wish your mother was still alive. Boys that get to your age would like to be able to be away from all of this." Father says. "You're sending me away." I say my voice breaking. "No." He replies. "You are!" I say. "It's only for a short while. I don't want you to be away from me." Father says. "I'm not fragile! I can be on my own do things in my own! You're sending me away because you don't want to look at me!" I yell. "Go pack your things if you're not going to have a civil conversation with me." Father says. I scoff and go back inside. I'm hurt and I let myself cry as I pack my belongings. I hear a light tap on my open door. "It's me." I turn and see Yan. "I'll be with you." Yan says. I let him tuck the last few things in my suitcase and latch it closed. "Come on." He says lightly. I follow him down the stairs and past my father. Yan stops me and whispers to me, "Say bye to your father, please." I turn and face my father. "Father." I say plainly. "Be safe." He says. I roll my eyes and follow Yan outside. ~~~~~~

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

" Let's keep this on the down-low. Nobody has to know. " He cooed in my ear, pushing up on me like a dog in heat. " I'm quick to cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable. " I smirked, pushing his face back with my palm. He continued to pursue me knowing he had a secret of his own. I liked the way he set his eyes upon me and determined he'd have me. He made me feel comfort in all areas that I'd lacked before. There was something burning in the back of my mind... was he really mines? We only spoke late night, and those conversations were brief. When he was around me he was like a kid in a candy store trying to get his hands on anything he could from me. That was until I saw him... with another. That's where his time had been going. As he secrets unfolded I realized he'd been Creepin' All Rights Reserved

"What are you thinking?" I asked before I could stop myself. He didn't reply immediately. His lips slowly curled into a smirk. "Are you sure you want to know?" He then asked. I bit my lip. Did I want to know? Come on, be brave. Just this once. I lifted my chin. "Yes." There was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It made me strangely proud to have impressed him with my daring. He leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. "I was thinking about taking you over my knee." He spoke slowly, each word perfectly understandable. "I was imagining what it would feel like to hold your small body over my lap and give you a firm spanking. Just in the right way to make you feel owned and loved and cared for." - updates every wednesday and saturday - *the full book is already available on Patreon* (it's not necessary to have read part one, but it's more fun that way :)

"You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot. * Okay this book needs to be edited I lowkey hate it*

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

Longing: an intense desire to do or have something. adjective Similar too yearning and pining. Aliester Russo stood at the precipice of his future as the next CEO of the family business, but his path was anything but smooth. Lorenzo Marcelo, a rival since childhood and the heir to a criminal empire, was poised to become the next mafia don. Despite their families being close friends, Aliester and Lorenzo had spent years in a fierce rivalry that was as intense as it was relentless. Their fathers, weary of the animosity between them, decided enough was enough. They forced their sons to spend an entire summer together, hoping to mend the rift that had grown so deep over the years. However, fate had other plans, and their relationship was about to take an unexpected turn. "This doesn't change anything between us; I still hate you," I managed to choke out, even as the intensity of the moment sent an involuntary moan escaping my lips. "I don't think you hate me quite as much as you'd like to believe, considering how your body is responding right now, bambino," he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief as he began to remove my clothes. "Don't call me that. And don't even think about telling anyone about this," I retorted, my breath hitching as his hands glided down my exposed chest. "Hush, il mio Tesoro," he whispered seductively, leaning in closer. "Let me take you on a ride you will never forget" ------------------------------ Sit back , relax,and enjoy the burst of erotica, tension, romance, and most importantly SMUT . Yeah and fluff This book is paused for a little while (maybe 3 weeks) I want too focus on school

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

"Willow, wait." Blake's voice was rough, her breath coming in uneven gasps as my fingers unzipped her fly. "Before we go any further, this is your last chance to stop me." I frowned. "Why would I?" "Because if you let me take you now, you're mine. Forever." Her intense gaze burned into me. "And there will be no turning back." ==== Willow's life is a desperate rhythm of morning lectures, late-night shifts, a messy family, and counting every dollar just to make it through. Blake is her classmate, the girl everyone on campus fears. Some say she has ties to the Mafia, others claim she deals in things far worse. But one thing is certain. No one dares to mess with her because those who have ended up in the hospital. One night, on her way home after another exhausting shift, Willow finds Blake bleeding out on the street. Against every instinct, she helps her. But Blake, as it turns out, isn't the kind of person who lets debts go unpaid. When Willow's stepfather aggressively demands money from her, Blake steps in and handles it without hesitation. Now, questions haunt Willow. Who is Blake really? Are the rumors about her true? And most terrifying of all, why can't she stop thinking about her knowing that whatever burns between them is destined for destruction? Be careful this story contains: Profanity Smut Violence

"I...sh... should nnn... not be he...here." I still had time. I looked at the locked door. "You should not be anywhere but here... with me." He dragged my body to his and felt his frenzied kisses all over me. "Please...we shouldn't ..." He dragged my squirming body to his bedroom and pushed me to his bed. I tried some more to make him understand but... "Robbie... " Why was he not mine? My name is Davidson and this my story. Story of jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak and family. The main characters of this story are in a romantic relationship but is toxic at many stages of their life. Both of them are very much romantically leaned to each other. CAUTION : This story contains VERBAL NON CONSENT sexual scenes/ RELUCTANT scenes/cheating/infidelity and CHILD endangerment. Please don't continue reading if any of the above is not your cup of tea. This story might be TRIGGERING to many readers, so please proceed with caution. Follow me on Instagram: VaizHarsh to know more. As a writer, my visualisation runs wild and I let my characters develop on their own. But as a human being I don't stand by many of my character's habits and way of thinking. I do not support or prompt RAPE/INFIDELITY/CHILD ENDANGERMENT. This is a fantasy story strictly for entertainment.

"Why the hell won't you just admit it?!" I yelled at him. "Admit what?!" He asked. "The REAL reason why you don't want to be with me! It's cause I'm too fat and cause I'm white and you are so afraid as to what your friends might think, aren't you?!" I snapped at him. "You don't know shit!" He snaps right back at me. "Oh no? Why can't you just tell me? I can take the rejection!" I snap again at him. He starts stomping his way over towards me and raises both my hands against the wall and above my head as he leans in closer to me just inches from my lips. "You think I don't want to be with you because I'm too embarrassed because of how big you are or that your white? You really think I could give two shits as to what anyone including my friends think about us? Well I don't. I could give two shits about what anyone thinks! So stop fucking assuming you know me or what I'm thinking cause you don't!" He fires back at me. "Well then what is it then huh?" I asked. "You wouldn't understand. But do me a favor and stop pretending that you know me when you don't." He says. We both then stand there for a moment looking in each others eyes and then he leans in closer and smashes his lips onto mine. © Copyright 2019 All Rights Reserved

"Get out," he sighed. "N-" I got out. "Nah, you can go," he shook his head. "Babe," I called out, but he wasn't having it. "I fucking risked my life trying to protect you. I almost died trying to save you! And when I couldn't, I sat by your side everyday until you could recover! Get the fuck outta here witfh that no contact shit," he shook his head. "B-but," I sobbed. "Nah, Sage," he shook his head. "I attended your stupid relationship therapy sessions hoping you'd at least give me a chance. You asked me to choose, and I chose you. It didn't even feel like a choice! I always put you first! You still won't give me a fucking chance. What more do you want from me? Huh?" "Your forgiveness," I replied, a tear escaping my eye. "Forgiveness?" he chuckled while shaking his head. He took something up and flung it at the door again. "God, Sage," he shook his head. "Please, just leave. Maybe then I can stop hurting." "Nick," I sobbed, but he wouldn't even look at me. "You obviously don't care how I feel. You're gonna do you no matter what. I honestly expected better from you," he said. "Just get the fuck out my face."

"I'm not afraid of you," I tried to say confidently. He smirked while placing his hands on my hips. My breathing stopped for a few seconds but then continued when I remembered my goal was to be courageous. He licked a spot on my neck, and I narrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He gently wrapped a hand around my neck. "You might sound confident, but I can taste the fear," he whispered into my ear. His voice was very intimidating and almost sent tingles down my spine. ALMOST. But I was done being afraid of this monster. I was done feeling inferior to him. "There's no doubt that you taste fear. Here's the real question: is it my fear that you taste, or is it yours?" I asked bravely. I gasped when he tightened his hold a little and pinned me to the wall. I stared into his cold eyes as he stared into mine. He smirked when our breathing came to a match. Then he did the last thing I would expect: he kissed me. Warning: This story has mature contents.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ I had an urge. I deeply had an urge but I knew this could only end badly, I started not to care, with every passing second, I started not to care. I was breathing hard now, my body being pulled towards him as if he were pulling me himself. Was he? I can feel my heart swell as I allowed myself to think that, him pulling me in, by the hips of course. 'Fuck' ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ This story is Raunchy, it's Explicit, and it's "real". I try not to censor much of the trauma they go through, or the love they feel. This story includes Self harm, Abuse, R@pe, Heavy drug use and much more. If you cannot handle this, then this story isn't for you ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

My parents are possibly one of the most successful human sex traffickers in my home country. Which means they have plenty of people after them. That also means I grew up running with my parents from hiding place to hiding place to get away from Mafia's, Gang's, and the FBI. It was never a normal life and I always felt guilty. I was, after all, the reason my parents got into all of this. Until I met Magnus. His eyes were very captivating and burrowed deeply into my own eyes. And when he made his way over to me that day, I sensed a lot of things were coming to me. I just wasn't ready for the secrets I was oblivious to, to be revealed. ___________________________________________ M a g n u s But my mind traveled back to the boy I saw. His hair was dark, black and his eyes were shockingly purple. His skin was pale but his lips were plump and a light pink. I would do anything to see them wrapped around my- The elevator dinged and I slowly turned to look as the doors opened. My lips pressed together as the same boy stepped inside. "Finally you're back, what took you so long darling?" Claire chimed from behind me and I instantly groaned. Well, damn. "So this is the famous Esmeralda," I droned out staring him. He froze once our eyes locked and I could help but smirk a bit. He definitely amused me.

clink, clink. clink. what's that sound? why is it so dark? "come on hurry up, go faster!" who's voice is that? "If i go any faster then we draw attention. Stop panicking! this was your idea!" a man now. what's going? where am i? where's my mom? "ugh, whatever. I hope your contact knows what he's doing. This cannot fail. Call him now to double check. I need those records to be air tight, okay? where no one can question them." that's not my mom's voice. where am i going? and why can't I move? mommy? it's heavy. get me out, please.. "I got it, I got it. will you just stop nagging. he knows what he's doing. I'll make sure of it so i don't have to hear your annoying voice again." he mutters the last part under his breath. * "Ezra? Ezra!" my mom waves a hand in my face. "Oh. so you're ignoring me now, huh?" "what mom n-no!" I answer. "I'm-" "first, you went off school grounds the first chance you get. now you come home and start ignoring your mother?! who do you think you are, Ezra?!" Oh no. oh no. I didn't realize the chains in her hands until she dropped her hand. "basement." she says.

Book one of the temptation series AND ISN'T A STANDALONE ❦︎𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ❦︎ ❦︎𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞?❦︎ ❦︎𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫❦︎ We were 'hate' fucking. I hid my gun underneath the bed because I don't fully trust him. He is unpredictable. I moaned, not able to hold back the way that made me feel and as I slowly recovered from it, he spanked me one last time before he pulled out. He stood up, grabbed his scattered clothes all over the room as he pointed a finger " Don't forget that, this doesn't change anything between us " I lifted myself unable to move due to the ache between my legs. He instantly pinned my naked body to the wall, a hand cupping my throat with a tight grip whilst he placed the other beside the left side of my head on the wall. I gasped with shock."You are mine to fuck.My enemy and mine alone." He demanded with a husky voice. He put on his black shirt and I take the chance to tug him, our lips inches apart. "If I am yours, then you are mine" I mumble slowly. He smiled at himself, his dimples appearing.