•Dichotomy• |"A division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different."| °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° How many silhouettes can one trap in oneself? How many faces can a mask hide? What if everything comes undone? As one starts on the paths to inferno, Shall one experience complete melancholy, Or would the depths of hell give the holy salvation? °×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°×°

How many days has it been since we last saw each other my friend? Since we saw in each other's eyes, and talked out everything, laughing on the other's silliness? When would we meet each other again? Will the days without you end? I am still counting, are you? I see you everyday, but it's been years since I met you. I do, do you? ----------------------------------------------

"In a world overtaken by the mafia, there can only be one king." ---------------- Alister Mancini. His name alone was enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Infamous for his heartless and cruel ways, he was considered the most dangerous man alive. But even a mafia leader couldn't deny his attraction when he saw his maid sound asleep on his bed. --------- *This story contains mature themes such as sexual content ,abuse, and strong language. If you are sensitive to these topics, this book is not for you.* While this book does contain smut, it is not smut based.

"Why get our hands dirty? We let them destroy each other.. it's a win-win for us either way. ",the woman retorts. " We must seek protection from them! " " Oh no young lady! No one is making rash decisions here. We shall not even give this idea a second thought ! " The younger then asks the elder lady, " But why do you not approve of this? ", " This could be one successful escape to save my people. ", she continues. " No, milady. we need to think of some other way. ", the old butler counters. " BUT. WHY.? " "Because, " the elder lady continues, "IF OUR KING IS THE EMBODIMENT OF SATAN, . . . . . THEN THEIR KING IS SATAN HIMSELF. " -------------------------------------------- Elysium holds the worst memories for the bastard noblesse Anastasia, who wriths in anger and need to save herself and her people from the emperor, Anastacius Achilles de Albrecht. But as Anastasia makes a run for her life, will she be able to refuse the pleasure and solace from the emperor of the enemies, Claude von Kaiser, the devil himself? ___________________________________________ "Oh how I would like you to be writhing and fluttering under me like petals, moaning all night until your body shakes and you cry sobs of pleasure, all whilst screaming my name at the top of your lungs as if it's the only word you have ever known to speak!!..... Oh how I would ravish you my Nasia!!!.... Oh how I would make you mine, my lady!!! " only his lustful whispers being enough to leave me trembling in slight ecstasy, I ask, wondering what if these words come to be true, " Then why do you wait? Have me, for none is stopping you. " I whisper in his ears, only to get a growl in response. . . . . "DO NOT PLAY WITH FIRE MILADY. FOR I AM VERY CAPABLE OF SHUNNING WHAT IS STOPPING ME. COME HERE. NOW. " _____---------------------------------------- 18+;VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED.

"Mr. Kim will see you now." Warning - Mature content ahead! Read at your own risk. Read the tags before continuing.

How does it feel to be the ultimate sidekick of the story? Plain. Non-existent. Its life seems to be meant for the main leads. Revolving around them. For their story. What if one day it tries to erase itself? It does. But, It's redrawn again- by a saviour. But, The saviour is the character that was never meant to exist in the story. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° We sat down quietly on the cold terrace floor. He wrapped his arms around me as he dug his face in my neck, his hot breath tickling my ears and sending a euphoric sensation down my spine. We sat there, alone, quiet-together with warmth savoring each other's touch. His arms tightened their hold around me as the wind grew cold. I wished this moment would last forever. Him with me, in our own peace. "You make me the best, sweetheart. " He cooed in my ears as he nuzzled his face in my hair. My eyes shut close as I enjoyed the pleasant sensation of those encouraging words in his soothing voice. Now, I know what this is. It's us, just us. Me and him. This backstage is our main stage. Not as a sidekick. Not as an inexistent. But as protagonists. This, is our story. The story of our blooming hearts. °•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The world was no longer the dreamland it was for the humans. Humanity has been plunged into dystopia. Chaos had ensued, and no one could no longer make their way out of the new hell. Twenty-five years ago, the world saw the most gruesome political bloodshed ever on the earth's face-The Lapsus Regiminis. The governments across the countries were abolished, or fell by rebellions. The world was on the greatest war , leaders killing each other to take control. But, only one emerged as the winner. The world was taken over by The Grand House of Czeslawa. The leader of the house, Berett "Conrad" Maximus was now the World Dictator, who ruled the world with blood and iron. 25 years later, his son, now even more powerful than his father or ancestors could ever be, is no different. But being the cunning and enchanting devil he is, he is set to reform the humanity to core. And he is ready to shed blood for this obedience. But when an outlawed deviant defies the almighty dictator, the fire of rebellion in their hearts morphs to a fire of lunatic-passion. After all, not every fire is meant to burn the hand, but the very soul. Not every desire is meant to be discovered, but they will. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

The sounds he made was unbearable. It echoed in the room. These wet sounds of him sucking beneath me scorched my cheeks and my lower belly. What is this? "Stop moving so much. If you resist, it'll only hurt later." Later...what more is left of this night. *** Where a girl with speech disorder is sold off to the Barbaric leader. Out of the 3 sisters she is constantly told and thought to be the least beautiful of them all. After a war breaks out between the Roem and Ninavon empire, the King of Roem orders 1 man from each family to fight in the war. Duke Pensington, in fear of his life, selfishly sells his youngest daughter to Khael in exchange for his service to fight for his life in the war. When the war ends, surprisingly, Khael returns alive and comes to claim his wife. ♡ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐚𝐤 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 (change of plot) ♡ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ꜱᴏᴏᴊɪ ᴋɪᴍ

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

[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