Tragedy Romance Web Novels & Goodgirl Age Gap Stories

Abby, a 21-year-old orphan, starts working as a housekeeper for Mr. Edward, a wealthy man who’s 45 and very reserved. Abby is nervous but determined to do her best. As time goes on, she gets to know him better and sees a kind side hidden behind his serious face. Slowly, feelings grow between them, but their age gap and pasts make things harder. But can they overcome their differences and find happiness together? Falling for Edward is a heartfelt story of love, trust, and second chances.

"Let them believe you are dead, Elaine. For under my protection, you shall be reborn as a nightmare they will never forget." Elaine Vance was meant to be the most radiant bride in London. Instead, her fiancé, Adrian Blackwood, cast her into the freezing depths of Black Forest, discarding her for another woman and her inheritance. Elaine was left for dead in utter disgrace, her spirit shattered and fueled only by a searing thirst for revenge. But death did not want her. Instead, Elaine was found by the one man Adrian feared most—the man who held absolute power over the entire Blackwood dynasty. The man Elaine was supposed to call 'Father-in-law' was now the one she had to serve, time and again, in the heat of their shared bed. "From this moment on, you belong to me, Elaine." — Alistair Blackwood.

Kirsty had a troubled past.Now she's in trouble again.Last time she had her sister, but her sister can't help her again.Who will she ask to help her escape from her tormentor?Tank has had a rough couple of months.He was shot, his sister had been brutally beaten and now he's been dumped by the he has been casually seeing for the past 6 months.Will anyone be caught in the fallout of the crossfire?Two worlds collide when Tank is forced to babysit Kirsty. Can they turn the hate into something more?Or will the rose wither and die?

⚠️ Warning: descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, sex. control, manipulation. He leaned in closer, his breath warm. "Is that what you call it when you wear that skirt?" he asked, his hand sliding down my back. "Or when you bend over, letting me see?" I struggled to find words to protest, but my body was reacting to him. "Please," I whispered. "We can't." He held me firmly, his gaze intense. "Can't or won't?" he asked. "I see it in your eyes, Emma. You want this." I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. "Mr. Hathaway, please," I begged, feeling confused by my own feelings. He leaned in closer, his breath hot. "Call me Alex," he said softly. "We're not at work anymore." Hearing his name sent a rush through me. Alex. It reminded me of the attraction I had been fighting. His hand moved up my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. I moaned softly. "You like that?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.