A mafia leader Xaviar Moretti meets a regular bartender one day, he was attracted to her body and looks, little did he know she was his fathers enemies daughter. "You killed him" a tear falls down my face as I connect my hand with his cheek. "How dare you" I added slapping him again. "My father" I went for a third slap but he grabbed my wrist. "Plan your next move very carefully" he warns through gritted teeth. "Your a monster" tears blur my vision. "Yes I am, I know that quiet well" his wicked grin stays on his face. They had a love no one could understand

You are ________ Stark. Tony adopted you when you were around 10. Now you are 18. You have Fire Superpowers. You can shoot powers out of your hands and also become fire. The story plays somewhen at an undefined time regardless of the movies. That's all you need to know for now. Have fun and oh it can eventually get a little spicy here, just that you know ;). Excuse my grammar please! And my cover making skills. I own nothing except for "_______" and the idea of this fanfic. it's based on characters I do NOT own. I know everyone knows but I don't wanna get in any kind of trouble. This is my first story. I will make two alternative ends.

You and Loki have been arguing since first meeting one another, but despite seeming to hate each other, there's an awful lot of sexual tension between you two. He never seems to leave you alone and despite your saying so, you'd never wish him away. Will you two ever work things out? *I DO NOT OWN MARVEL ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE*

"People like him don't change. He is the god of mischief, after all." Bruce Banner has a niece; Eryn Banner. She works by his side at S.H.I.E.L.D. When Loki mysteriously returns, she finds herself intrigued to him. He's not all mischievous and full of lies as much as he's said to be. Beneath his tough facade, is a broken man with a story to tell. Too bad, no one else but Eryn sees that. So what happens when Eryn helps Loki escape from S.H.I.E.L.D? Loki isn't called the god of mischief for nothing. *UNDER EDITING*

I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face. "What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall. It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body. "Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently. We could deal with the consequences later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughts Some Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;) Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20 Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22

Terry is rich, attractive and all Dom. When he sees something he likes, or more accurately, something his d**k likes, he gets it. His women are hot, successful and experienced in BDSM. Until, he meets Maggie. She's not at all his usual type. She's round, lush and a hot-mess of a woman. It's obvious she doesn't belong at La Petite Mort Club and he can't help following her. She needs someone to look out for her. She's a little rabbit in a club full of predators. When she gets herself into a situation, he has no choice but to rescue her. When he realizes that she's a natural submissive and innocent of the kinkier side of sex, he'll stop at nothing to have. He can't wait to show her how good it'll feel when she surrenders to his desires. Maggie had no idea that the club she was going to was a "sex" club. She tries not to look, but there are people doing it everywhere. She is not getting turned on by it. Not at all. Really, she isn't. All she has to do, is find her friend and get out of there. Of course, that's easier said than done. Not only has she bumped into just about every person in the club, but one of the men-a very handsome and extremely rude stranger-not only follows her, but suggests that they "do it" in the hallway. As if she'd ever do something like that. She's a recently divorced, mother of three, not some wild, young woman. She tells him, in no uncertain terms, what she thinks of his suggestion but then, she finds herself in a dangerous situation. Will the rude stranger save her, or will he turn out to be even more dangerous than the others?