A huntress bound by oath. A lord born from darkness. A world enveloped by shadow. Their union may just be the only thing able to keep death at bay. But nothing is ever as simple as it seems. -Featured in Wattpad Romance Official's "Strange Love" category! *Mentionable Rankings:* #1 in Warriors 11/13/2022 #2 in Fiction 2/27/2022 #1 in High Fantasy 2/24/2022 #2 in Fairytale 7/2/2023 #5 in Epic Fantasy 2/24/2022 #1 in War 2/27/2022 *Rated mature for violence, language, and some sexual content*

Dark academia/royal core short stories each with links to the playlists that inspired them! He swept me out to the dance floor, placing his hand on the small of my back. I positioned my arm on his shoulder, reluctantly placing my other hand in his. The small skin-to-skin contact made my hand burn up and I felt like fleeing. The music began and we started to twirl around the ballroom. "My father wants you dead, you know." I reminded him. "Is that why you have come tonight?" He chuckled, "killing me will take much more than you, cruel beauty." "I wouldn't underestimate me. You know what happened before." "I certainly remember how it ended." He smirked, and I spun, slamming my heel into his foot, resulting in a stifled grunt. "So cruel." "I won't be so sloppy this time." "No, you won't." He said coolly, "But you aren't the only one with an agenda tonight." -A Dance With Your Enemy (full story inside!)

"She's given me another reason to live." My teammates looked at me in disbelief. They of all people thought I'd never settle down. "Dude, you can have any girl you want. I just don't see the big deal about this one chick." What Roger said rang through my head. She isn't just a random chick though, she's so much more than that. ~Lilia Hendrix~ Raised in Texas, Lilia has a love for dance. She dreams to one day open her own studio for future dreaming dancers like herself. Running away to Seattle with her best friends Alyssa and Lincoln, she gets dragged into seeing a F1 race, and that's where she sees him. ~Blake Fox~ Raised in San Francisco, Blake has always had one thing on his mind, racing. Running to Seattle to pursue his dreams, his hard work makes him one of the top 5 racers in F1. He's known to have many girls around his arms, but he never saw this one coming. W A R N I N G ! There will be cursing and some chapters will be 18+! (Smut included) ~ H I G H E S T R A N K S ~ #11- feelings 8/24/2022 #22- firststory 9/10/2022 #3- race 10/22/2022

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

(BEING EDITED IN PRIVATE) "No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful. In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in 70. We are all meant to be utterly destroyed by the fact of death. Of the fact that love can't save you. Unless it can.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

[MATURE CONTENT] Have you ever wondered, what happens when a blood thirsty psychopath wants to get a therapy session just for the sanity of a name which leaves a trail wherever he goes. And what happens when that therapist wants nothing more but for him to sink his dick deep inside her to quench that undying lust against the line of her career. ***** "Say my name flower." Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client. "Never." Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho. Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. "By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine." **** Mature content Violence Mature romance 18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

✥ The Mob Boss & His Therapist ✥ [part one/ unedited] BEING EDITED FOR FURTHER PUBLISHING Rafael Rossi, a glass like fragile Italian mob boss, who has sworn to never let anyone on his demons that have only resulted him post traumatic stress disorder. He had one promise, to make those bleed who have made him bleed and his biggest motive being to never let anyone on the pain he has been carrying in his heart that has been bleeding for stitches till this day. He had grown out of love with the concept of love which had him only suffer. Little did the heartless mob boss know he would find someone who knew him more than he knew himself. Ravenna Romano, a kind & loving therapist, who had made a mission to help others escape their pain and make them fall in love with the idea of love once again. Losing her baby brother, Beau, at a young age had given her the curse of a bleeding heart which after a long toll, she learned pain can be only subsided by love. She knew darkness can only be taken away by the light of hope. Hope of a new fresh start. But she did not know that she would be helping the heartless Italian realise that his heart was waiting to be healed. Little did she know that she was going to be the therapist of Rafael Rossi. But would she be able to be his remedy when she choose the sweetest words to heal his brittle heart when he choose the most poisonous actions to break it. ﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎﹎ "Mr.Rossi I really need you to open up to me for our sessions to work." She said in her sweet innocent voice as he felt himself rage at her pointless efforts on healing something that doesn't exist. "How about you start by opening up to me?" He asked while his eyes traveled down her ripe body. "Mr.Rossi, I don't understand." The caring heart of the therapist spoke as she felt his greedy gaze upon her untouched shrine . "Open up your legs Ms.Romano."

After unknowingly saving a mafia boss from a botched bank robbery, Kiara accepts an offer to work for him as a translator, not realizing love may become part of the package. ***** Though Kiara Payne may be a genius when it comes to languages, what she knows of the real world largely comes from books and movies. But after foiling a robbery on her first day as a bank teller, Kiara finds herself thrust into a world of danger, her life resting in the hands of the infuriatingly sexy Italian mafia boss Milo Di Vaio. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo's translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family. Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara are both forced to question everything they thought they knew. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for? [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes and violence