"Was I just some collateral damage?" "No! You were everything to me, Mitch, and you fucking know that!" Her voice cracked like thunder. "I-God, I'm sorry." "Sorry? Is that 'sorry' supposed to fix the fact that you made me believe you were dead?" Catalina Hernández was the embodiment of a beautiful lie. Loveliness draped in silk and secrets. Her eyes, twin galaxies of rich earth and burnt honey, pulled you in like quicksand, and her lips, rose-petal soft, carried promises she was never meant to keep. She'd remained small since seventh grade, but the darkness she carried had grown far too big for her frame. It gnawed at her from the inside, a ravenous guilt with iron claws. And the cruelest act she ever committed was shattering the heart of the only man she'd ever truly loved. Mitch Rapp had once been a golden boy in a sunlit world. Now he was a man rebuilt from ashes, haunted by the phantom of the only light he'd ever known-Catalina. His frame carried more than muscle, it bore the weight of a life he no longer recognized. He was no longer living, he was surviving in ruins, a ghost of the man he'd once been. They had been written in the constellations-two halves of a whole, cursed to find each other in a world made of shattered promises. But fate had a wicked sense of humor. Love didn't guarantee survival. Even now, with pain as thick as smoke between them, the magnetic pull was undeniable. Love didn't die. It rotted slowly. Mitch Rapp 𝒙 Fem!OC © vcmqire, 2023

Elle Walker is approached by the CIA to hunt down rogue agent, Mitch Rapp, who she's heard has a dangerous reputation. Elle learns that Mitch has abandoned the CIA to join an American terrorist group who calls themselves the Midnight Anarchists. The only problem is he's hunting her, too.

aaliyah wilson is a recent recruit, desperate to get out on the field. when she realizes she would be out on the field with two new recruits, she finds herself in a tricky position between choosing what is right and what is wrong. aaliyah will have to face acts of violence, like no other, to keep herself, and those she loves, alive.

Comic con turns steamy when Y/N finds herself in the wrong place at the wrong time - under the table at the teen wolf panel in front of her biggest crush.. - WARNING : SMUT, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL. - *NOT MY STORY* I got this story from tumblr, which was published a while back. The @ will be the first chapter and all right reserved to her. I'm just sharing for the wattpad users :).

What happens when your addiction is not something but someone? What happens when that one person can either destroy your life and save you from it? What happens when Skylar falls for a man who could destroy everything she worked for? What happens when Dylan allows himself to become vulnerable to her regardless of the consequences to come? How far would will they go for their next fix? It was just one more hit.... right?

Addiction rarely ends well. It comes into your life and completely consumes every single part it touches. Leaving in its wake destruction, chaos and pain. For Skylar and Dylan, their addiction was far worse than any drug you could imagine. From the moment they met, they became volatile to each other. Their love, their passion, their desire destroyed everything in its wake. Leaving behind a beautiful disaster. No matter what they did, their addiction finally destroyed the one thing they had... each other. Now, with Skylar returning home and Dylan facing the wrath of his father and the underground, the two try to rebuild themselves with the shattered pieces left behind. But, how do they rebuild something broken when the only thing that could put them back together... is the one thing that destroyed them?

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

↳ ࿐ྂ𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 𝙣. 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝒋𝒐𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 *I don't own the love and monsters plot nor the characters only Y/n and her backstory*