A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says.

~Book One Of The Sold To Series~ *UNEDITED* Sneak peek.......... "Yes, he's my son, please don't hurt him I'll do anything" he begged. Does my dad finally care about me? But why he gotta tell him I'm his son that now put me in more danger, dammit! "Anything?" the Greek god said once again scanning over my body before licking his lips. "Give me your son," he said smirking which causes his cute dimples to poke out dam- wait what did he say? "Mr. Dragon, Please anything but that" my dad pleaded. Of course, I love my dad and he loves me we just have a fucked up way of showing it but my dad would never give me to this sexy motherfucker. "I'll give you 2 million dollars," Mr. Dragon said I assume that's his surname since that's what my dad called him. "Really?" my dad asked is this dickhead bastard considering it, yes I finally said it and I don't regret it. I'm worth more than that considering I'm a virgin and have a big ass so it's gonna have to be more than that before I let that happen. "Sorry but-'' my dad was about to refuse the offer when he interrupted him with another offer. "4 Million dollars and considered all your debts paid," He said. My dad quickly got up and looked at me before looking back at Mr.Dragon. I know my father is not about to- "OK." my dad said. "Wait! Hold up Mister, I'm 18 which means I'm old enough to make my decision and my dad do not have a say in this!"I yelled. Causing all attention to myself which I quickly regretted. Mr. Dragon face lights up in amusement at what I just did. "Either that or you both die, simple," he says looking me in the eyes. Why are his eyes so damn intimidating?! *Sorry not really good at descriptions * WARNING!: MATURE LANGUAGE AND CONTENT!!!!! Voices- Rank #5 to Rank #3 to Rank #1 Sold-Rank #13 to Rank #7 Mxb- Rank #9 to Rank #4 Mpreg - Rank #2 Bought - Rank #2 Bxm - Rank #2 Anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

COMPLETED Book Two in the Give and Take series You can only give so much before you run out. You can only bend so much before you break. No more rules. This is anarchy. I'm searching for sincerity in his almond eyes. Seven is the reason I'm still alive today. It's easy to forget when he's pulling me close and using slender fingers to move my hair out of my face. When his gaze lingers and moves from my eyes to my lips. When he kisses me so so lightly. Everything is easy to forget. He pulls away the slightest bit, lingering close, almost touching. His exhale is my inhale and I can barely stop myself. I move towards him and he moves back, keeping his hands on my waist.

- A Dark and Erotic Romantic Comedy that offers second chances for fated love. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable........ I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. I'm so pent-up and freaked out trying to avoid my stalker that all the 'big' feelings I can't really express in any other way come out in the shape of me sucking Dracula's face like a starved sex demon. Yes, I meant it to be for show, but ..... I've already come this far, why not? "Renfield tricked me," I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. Let's just say it's not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I'm impersonating. "Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That's right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross' fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it's funny or so funny it's tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans. You'd think with my history, he'd let me keep a low profile, but no. More than anyone, I'm keenly aware that the Senate allows the Mafia to run the streets of Haven, last sanctuary for Fey or not, and there is nothing ordinary about the larger than life, billionaire titans his meddling crash lands me into! Reverse Harem Mafia 18+

Going back and fourth. Past to present. All things I could of done and could of said.....but I didn't. And I can't go back.....even though I can live back through it like it was just yesterday. I watched as they danced. Black and gray. But there's still light. And the light is shined on them. Their smiling bright. A picture with them, only them. Not me....I'm just like the boy who takes the happy pictures and leave miserable. "Lenny?" Van says bringing me back to reality. "Yeah?" I asked gulping. "Take the picture."he said laughing. "Right." I said giving him a shaky, weak, fake smile.

"Get in." A deep voice inside the car said. That made me back away even more. I was not about to get in a car with a total stranger. "Listen, I don't have any money, nor am I a prostitute, so please leave me alone." I said in a soft voice but loud enough for the driver to hear. Suddenly the driver's door open and someone exited the car, and stood directly at the car door. On closer inspection I noticed that the driver was the stranger from the park. "Get in." He repeated. "I'm ok here. Thank you though." He looked at me, almost as if he could see right through me. "Get in." He pissed me off then. "I said I'm fine here. You can leave now." As soon as those words left my mouth he was at my side gripping my wrist and pulling me towards his car. He then proceeded to push me inside the car as gently as he could while I violently hit him with my free hands. "Let me go you weirdo!" Ashley is a Caribbean born New Yorker with good friends, family and a good job. She lived what most people would call a regular life until she met a mysterious suit wearing handsome gentleman that spoke as little as possible to her. What changes will this stranger bring to her life? Chapter 17 or 18 may or may not be private. If it is, you'll have to follow me to read it.

"He had many people's blood on his hands and one woman in his heart." She woke up with a pounding headache, a strange tattoo, and memories of her family being brutally attacked. All because of the documents she stole. Now, protected by one of the world's most feared mafia leaders, she must navigate a treacherous world to save her loved ones. "He was called the 'Reaper' in the mafia world, yet even the cold-hearted can fall, melt" Desperate and alone, she strikes a dangerous bargain, unaware of the price she must pay. But another threat looms-a former ally turned psychopath, obsessed with making her his own. "In a world of blood and betrayal, can love be the ultimate protector?" As she struggles with rage and survival, she must rely on the man who claims her heart, even if it means facing down a relentless enemy. Welcome to a story where danger is constant, trust is rare, and passion burns hotter than vengeance. This is a tale of electrifying tension, raw emotion, and a love that defies the darkest shadows. . . . "We can't always do what you say now, can we?" She said, she bend closer to my ear and whispered "So, I'm giving you two options either you let me go to someone else or you fuck me because I can see the bulge in your pants that desperately needs a pussy as wet as mine"

Nicole: My life, well let's just say it's had a few challenges and definitely a few bumps in the love department, but my career is my life now. I'm not interested in love; I don't have time. I'm a successful attorney, from a successful family full of lawyers but I'm different from them. I'm the bad boy of law...uh bad girl of law and I'm ok with that and I'm ok being alone...or so I thought. Viper: I never date...ever. I sleep with a few but never commit to any. Sometimes I try to keep one around for a specific purpose...if you know what I mean but that's all I need. I'm the VP of one of the biggest and baddest motorcycle clubs around, I have my own successful business, take care of my family and I get my itch scratched when needed. What more do I need? It works for me...or so I thought.

Nik clenched his teeth. "It's not a phase, Big Daddy. I've had feelings for you for a long time." Duka blinked at him. What the hell kinda feelings could a lil' teenage boy have for an old fart like me? He had to think quick before this boy fell off the rails. "How 'bout this; come back when you have more hair on your balls and can buy me a drink at the bar." This fifteen-year-old little squirt knew nothing about nothing. He probably read too many of them yaoi books Chaplain likes or watched too many pornos. In six years, he'll realize it was all a phase and want to slap himself silly for being so ridiculous. Nik tilted his head and looked at Duka with narrowed eyes for a few moments. Duka smirked and brought his beer to his lips. That oughta nip it in the bud. Old man-1. Little squirt-0. Nik Straightened up and smiled. "Ok. When the time comes not only will I take you out for a drink but, I'll show you how much hair I've got on my balls afterward." Beer spewed all over the counter and Duka broke into a fit of coughing. Nik's smile widened as he sauntered out of the kitchen. He made sure to smack Duka on the ass on the way past. Duka covered his mouth with his hand and stared wide-eyed at the youth he'd damn near raised. What the actual fuck?

He may be one of the hottest men I've ever seen. He may be even hotter in uniform but he's a dick, a man whore, and womanizer. I will despise him until the day I die. Of course, it just so happens that our best friends are getting married soon and we're stuck having to see each other way more than we'd both like. Guess we might as well try and make the most of it right? Give us each a couple drinks at the reception and what's the worst thing that could happen? Tropes: Enemies with Benefits Friends with benefits Accidental pregnancy She hates him more then he does Enemies to lovers Forced proximity Small town Cop / teacher 🚨graphic sexual content🚨