A brooding man with a dangerous secret. And a girl who just wants to forget about her grief. After the sudden death of her sister, 19 year old Ophelia Collins wants to forget about her old life and her old town. So, what better way to do that than college. After receiving a scholarship to her dream school, her life is finally turning up, and she couldn't be more content with where she is...until she meets him. And with one encounter, he shakes her whole world. He's brooding and cold. Scary and reserved. But for some reason Ophelia is more than drawn to him. Maybe it's the tattoos that line his body. Or the way his dark eyes stare into hers and leave her breathless. Or maybe, just maybe, he makes her feel more alive than she has in a long time... "My heart is so full of you, I can hardly call it my own," he whispers on my lips. I close my eyes and relish in his words. "I stole your heart?" I ask softly. My arms around his neck. He pulls me closer, "I'm not letting you give it back. Ever."

When the werewolves won the Great War, Lila was in her teens. Old enough to know what the world was like before the beasts took over. She watched the society she once knew crumble, moulding into the beast's world, their hierarchy overturning all modern governments. Despite being human, when Lila saw him for the first time on television, she just knew. She knew that the Great Alpha was her mate, and that she would do anything in her power to keep them from meeting for the first time.

Harry didn't plan for it to become a recurring motif. It was never intended, from his perspective, to anchor him, and it certainly wasn't there to define him. At the time, he'd thought it was a one-time thing, like waxing his chest, or trying hot yoga, or letting someone gaslight him into believing that olives don't just taste like someone preserved despair in brine. At best, he'd figured it would be a strange, mildly entertaining story to pull out after drinks with a select, close-knit group of attendees. It'd fall in line somewhere between the one about the dentist with the singular nipple piercing and the time he'd mistakenly crashed a wake because the GPS rerouted him through a church parking lot. And then she called him Sir. One minute he was perched awkwardly on the edge of the bed he'd snagged off of facebook marketplace (suspiciously low price tag- maybe haunted), wondering if tilting her too far would result in blunt force trauma via nightstand, and the next, she was twisting her chin to look at him over her shoulder, voice low and syrupy-sweet, eyes half-lidded as she was saying it- Sir- with this kind of reverence that made him feel like someone with gravity. Purpose. Like he was something more than a financially unstable, sleep-deprived undergrad sporting a semi; like something cracked open in her ribs every time she used it, and he was the only one who could crawl inside. Retrospectively, that was the beginning of the end. - OR The one in which there's an interesting blog focused on a niche genre of soft-core pornography, two next-door neighbors in an apartment complex with paper-thin walls, a simple case of misinterpretation, a man that runs from intimacy like there's an award waiting at the invisible finish line, and a pet bunny called Snuggles. - (reader-insert/ Y/N - early access patreon fic)

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"Once a week." "Once a week?" "We fuck once a week, every week" // A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous, and irresistable. A tumblr originating series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship. ━━━━━ ♡ ━━━━━━━ ♡ ━━━━━━ Warnings: recreational drug use and strong sexual themes with bdsm. It is an agegap romance, if you don't like it don't read it. MC is 22 and H is 38/39 Note: This is a tumblr originating series so it jumps straight into smut and plot is developed as the chapters go on. It also has an unnamed character so y/n will be used throughout.

"Jesus, you still don't get it, do you?" He sneered, practically scoffing at the helpless girl in front of him. "I'm in control. That means what I say, goes. And I'm telling you, baby, you're not fucking leaving." His words were cold and they never failed to make that unnerving chill rattle through her body. She didn't think someone could be so cruel yet emotionless, could do the things he did without an ounce of guilt. And yet maybe he did - feel guilt, that is. But maybe he forced himself to ignore it, maybe he told himself, convinced himself that what he did, needed done. And making sure Layla never left his grasp was just that. - Dark!Harry

[SEQUEL TO OSCILLATION] Emma is forced to deal with starting her life over while the missing six months of her memory haunt her. If her memories come back, her life might be overturned irreversibly. Her survival instinct would be pushed to the limit and the only question left would be if she is strong enough to survive the ordeal once more.

"Who's that over there?" The man looked at me like I was from outer space, or perhaps like I lived under a rock, maybe a mixture of both. "Him? They call him Full Throttle," he chuckled with a hint of nervousness in his voice. I scrunched my nose up in confusion. "Why?" The man threw his head back and laughed before answering me. "Because he doesn't hold back. He does everything at full speed... racing, girls, and-" the man cut himself off, seeking as though he was catching himself spilling a secret. "And what?" "Don't worry about it." THIS BOOK IS PURELY A WORK OF FICTION! The characters in it are in NO way a representation of the people chosen to play them. It is merely a story, and they fit the physical description best for their characters. The characters I have created are completely fictional, and in no way relate to my thoughts and or feelings about the people I have chosen to play said characters! || THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK || HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in hs -#1 in fiction -#1 in racing -#1in dragracing -#2 in harrystyles -#4 in youngadult -#5 in onedirection -#19 in cars -#31 in gangs -#57 in fighting -#64 in harry -#111 in drama -#461 in love

Gedeon Sokoloff wanted revenge and would have done anything to bring down his enemies. Before, he wanted to kill every single Italian as the Russian Bratva. It was his only purpose since they killed his mother. That was before Dove Genovese. She was nothing more than a stepping stone as the Italian's princess, only a pawn in his twisted game. Now, he knows there's no life without his other half. And he'll do anything to get her back. Dove Genovese wanted freedom and found it through her other half, Gedeon. She was finally happy and found a family to call her own. Just as quickly, it was ripped away from her. Her wings are stripped away until she yearned for nothing more than death. Will Gedeon be able to save and bring back the girl he fell in love with? Or were their story doomed from the start?

*DARK HARRY. PSYCHOLOGICAL THRILLER. VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED* 1987. Summer. Harry. Daisy. Daisy and Harry. Love? Love. Sick. Sick. Sick. Twisted. Tainted. Trick. • • • Her mind is not kind. Her memory fades. And the girl is falling in love with the green eyed man who has loved her before. "An illusion is usually dark by the end." • • • The trick, is to remember. WARNING: Mature content, mature language, mature scenes, dark themes, sensitive topics, mental health, manipulation, triggering situations.