Rayleen Banks is 24 years old working as an underestimated editor for an Oil company in New York City. Always being criticized by her falcon looking boss Ms. Newmort, Rayleen just can't seem to get a break. The only source of happiness comes from her blonde best friend Amy who is constantly helping her move on from her demented past. But once she becomes the personal assistant of Elliot Carter, sexy and mysterious business man by day and a sadistic Dominant by night. Rayleen still being a virgin, taps into her sexual side and becomes a part time submissive to her boss. After a questionable encounter with a fellow dominant, Rayleen confesses her darkest secrets which she has been bound to most of her life.. As love is added into the mix of BDSM, Rayleen is on the verge of losing her mind and Elliot is next to her every step of the way. Rape, murder, Arson, breakups, tears, suicide and many other tragedies begin to fill her life as she struggles to begin to love herself and her boss. But is Elliot who he says he is? Is her best friend Amy who she says she is? Everything that has been kept from her, her whole entire life is revealed in only a matter of months. And love and the will to truly forgive is put to the ultimate test, dropping the chains....of true possession, once and for all. All Rights Reserved

A new tale of rejection and how faith goes for many werewolves and she wolves. the story may start with both Valentine winters the first she wolf delta of the blue snow pack and alpha ZayNe Vermont the one and only Alpha of the fire moon pack, along with bunch of other characters who travels along in the journey.. So yeah I'm suck on summaries and be warn my grammar and spelling are much worse but still it's a tale to read for sure Udhaiyah Priya

GRAPHIC and EXPLICIT! Tori's been in love with Jayden since she was twelve years old, but he's pulled away at every turn. Doubts, insecurities, and certain, ahem, preferences have been convincing him that she's the kind of girl to totter about on pedestals, and definitely not the lady for him. Except she really isn't the lady for anyone else, and he can't seem to keep his hands off her, or his belt buckled to his pants. This story does contain some Graphic content, I won't tell you its ALL Graphic, but there are a few risky bits in it. You have been warned, that is as much as I can do without armed guards and electric fences ...

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "I will savour every part of your body; every nook and every cranny. I will make you feel like my last meal. And I will do it with your husband in the next room." Sofia's breathing became ragged. She held the stupid cookbook to her chest like a lifesaver, but she couldn't stop her heart bashing against it. And Vaughn? His hand had somehow slipped up the hem of her dress... (Cover by @ilovepizaaaa)

A tale of slavery, blood, lust, and bondage, that all leads to love, in one way, shape or form of another... Excerpt; She's a slave, just as much as I am.... I can't believe it took me so long to realize this.... She has no choice about the things she does, and her life is far more worse off than mine.... I think, as I lay here staring, at the soft pale skin of the back of her bare shoulder, and it finally strikes me, just how lucky I am to be here with her.......

this story contains adult content!!!! read at own risk. I glared at the vampire before me, pressing myself against the bars of my 'cage' before dropping the glare and offering him my sweetest grin, "once I get out of her I'm going to kill alllll of you!" I swept my arms out wide, my grin turning feral, "I'm going to rip out all of your throats and see how you like your blood being drained from your neck." The vampire flashed his fangs at me in an equally menacing grin, "you can try that all you want, after the auction." I was tempted to spit in his face but I really did not want to be whipped...again. ~~~ Calla, an 18 year old human girl has always lived her life on the run, but was captured by vampires and forced into auction at a high end 'pet shop' where any wealthy vampire can buy her and proceed to do as they please until they decide to kill her. Pessimistic, rude, and short fused Calla is one hell of a handful, one most vampier's don't want to bother with...until him. THIS SHIT IS RATED MATURE in case you were curious this isn't labeled Mature on the wattpad rating thing because it won't let me change my fucking maturity thing.

Kat Karomakov is a successful stockbroker, born into an upper class household residing in the wealthy neighborhood New York County. Climbing the ladder from coffee courier to one of the six leading stockbrokers in the country was no easy feat. One celebratory party and several apple martinis later, she stumbles (quite literally) into Mason Caufield the owner of a private law firm responsible for the arrest of Bernie Madolf, Allen Stanford, and other suspected Ponzi scheme individuals. After a impromptu night with Mason, she finds that he has a rather interesting lifestyle.

When a young lady or young man turns seventeen, they are to be taken to the palace as a gift. The wolves protect and provide for the families, and get any daughters and sons they have in return. Simple as that. But when Lyla turns seventeen, she wants anything but to be taken away from her mother and father. She's shoved into a world she isn't used to, and forced to learn the ways of a submissive and servant for Mason; the kings son. But when feelings grow, and when people start to question Masons ways, will he let her go, or keep her to himself? (This story is now Rated R. I'm not sure if you have to follow me to be able to see these chapters, that is how Wattpad used to be, but now I'm not so sure. If you can't read, then you'll have to follow me. Please contact me if you need help!)

•coffee; check. •resume; check. •pencil skirt and new blouse; check, check. •idea of what was going on; not checked off. ~~~ "You're mine." He whispered, leaning in closer. I tilted my head away, closing my eyes tightly. Could he smell my arousal? I sure could. "From that beautiful hair to those heeled covered feet. It's all mine." I whimpered and bit my lip, looking him straight in the eye. "Then take what's yours." I was tired of waiting; tired of holding back. If he wanted me, then he could have me. Even if I had to indulge in his rough BDSM ways.