"I hate you." "No you don't." "Shut up." Enemies to lovers Aonung x oc

"I want her... but I can't have her." She was stunningly beautiful in his eyes. Yet, she carried an innocence that Aonung was afraid to taint. There was a world of difference between them. He had always lived his life in the dark, while she... she was the light itself. However, despite his best efforts to stay away, she made it impossible. It was evident from her longing gazes and innocent remarks that she was taunting him to take her. Rankings: #1 Pandora [2/6/23] #1 Avatar [2/12/23] #1 Navi [2/5/23] #2 Aonung [2/10/23] #2 Avatarfanfic [2/10/23] 🤍 Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of the characters from Avatar.

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."

Four years have passed since he left her at Hogwarts. Now a mediwitch at the Vratsa Vultures, Hermione is forced to deal with resurfacing feelings she once thought laid dormant. (Hermione and Viktor Fanficion)

"Say something in your language." "Why?" "I want to hear it. Your real voice." "Моето момиче от огън. Ти си бурята, която ми носи мир. И аз бих се изгубил в теб с удоволствие." ("My girl of fire. You are the storm that brings me peace. And I would gladly lose myself in you.") Viktor Krum X Reader Goblet Of Fire

Sandejas First Generation: "I might wanna fly like a paper plane but in the end, I'd still choose falling for you." Leona Harriet Abelló and Ejercito Sandejas story. The epitome of a perfect daughter, Leona Harriet Abelló has always aimed to be the best in whatever she does to please her parents. She's not just a beauty queen⁠-she's also a student model, part of the cream of the crop of her university, and of students aiming to graduate with flying colors. Though greatly admired by everyone, it is not a secret that she's friends with the university's black sheep⁠-Ejercito Carlton Sandejas, her total opposite. Everyone is telling her to stop being friends with him, but there's this inexplicable pull between the two of them that Lena just can't cut Jer off from her life. As their relationship progresses from pure friendship into something more, she has found herself doing the exact things she shouldn't do: breaking the rules, playing with fate, and like a paper plane flying freely with the wind, she just found herself falling. Hard."

He came from the city. A border patrol captain turned palace guard, hand-picked for his skill and precision. He didn't come looking for trouble, but the moment Maelrik saw Sharhira, the sister of the most feared male on the planet, he knew he would have her. Wanting her was one thing. Claiming her was another. Thraxos would destroy any male who touched her without earning the right. So Maelrik waited. Watched. Worked. Every promotion, every fight won, every hour spent under the sun training , all to prove he was worthy. When he finally earned Thraxos's respect, Maelrik wasted no time spilling his blood in the temple, declaring Sharhira his life partner before the gods. Once she belongs to him, there's no going back. Life partners are forever, and because no one can undo that bond, she is his. To rule, to control, and to keep.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.