Winter only wanted one thing, and that was to be free from the curse that was locked within him. Hoping to be cured by what the people called the 'Plague Doctor,' Winter does everything he can to serve him in exchange for his services. But as Winter continues to stay in his Hell House longer, he realizes that he needs more than just medicine to cure himself from the horrors that his new master will force him to swallow. MATURE [18+] [ONLY FOR THE WICKED]

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.

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"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

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Sebastian, the one and only son of the king of England, is running for his life. Meanwhile Captain Walker is preparing his crew to raid the next cargo ship they've been targeting. These two very different people whose paths would've never usually crossed are about to meet. And this is their story.

MARCH 1917. Chaos. War. Abdication. JULY 1918. The Imperial House of Romanov are obliterated. Annihilated. At least, that's what the history books say. Traumatised after the death of their parents and sister, exiled scions Olga, Tatiana, Anastasia and former heir Alexei are sent to their second cousin, under the guise of peasants, who sits on the throne of the most powerful empire the world has ever known. - My name is Alexei. I was a part of a beautiful family. I was a part of a dynasty running back three hundred years. I was the legacy. I was the future. But now, I am nothing. I am dirt. I will have my revenge. © Copyright, Francis Cain, 2016.

Mykal was pretty much a loner, despite having two best friends. He recently finished training as a dominant and had been using his training in his shows. He had two or three years' worth of content on his page and one of the guys in his Intro to Graphic Design class has seen every one of them. Pretty soon, Mykal found himself training him, becoming entangled in him and his warmth. He was certain he had seen an angel--that he absolutely didn't deserve him, but he couldn't have held onto him tighter if he tried. Copyright © 2022 by Prince Anonomous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

Cameron Adair had lived the past almost two years of his life being a cam model after his father sent him to college and lowered his allowance significantly. He and his two best friends had come up with the idea after struggling for a few weeks to manage having a lower amount of money to work with. They all agreed they'd all make accounts and do it, and they'd all keep their identities hidden using masks. It had worked out well for three years, however when Cameron gets a really big tip during one of his shows, in his haste to say thank you he manages to pull off his mask. He was quick to correct the mistake, and it didn't seem like anyone had noticed... but he couldn't shake the feeling someone had seen him. Copyright © 2022 by Prince Anonomous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

It was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the place that would be his home for the next six years. Romance / Historical / LGBT