Madison was simply trying to enjoy her night out when she witnessed something horrible. Then, soon sobering up she does what any sane person would do and goes to the police. little does she know the monster was closer than she thought.

A young woman saved Georgie from a terrible fate in the rain, but what she didn't know that she must face the nightmare that has been lurking around in Derry for years. Now she must pay the price for saving Georgie and the Losers Club by becoming a mate of IT. If the deal was broken, Pennywise will go after Belle's loved ones. *Image by FandomScreenshots*

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories -- Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about. But instead- Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?" Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything. "Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck. More kisses. More heat. Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips. "Yo... slow down-" But Roe didn't. Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied. His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder. "That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me." ... A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face? ... WARNING⚠️ -Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities. -Intense sexual content IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Best rankings : #2 in #bl #12 in #sexscenes #2 in #gayaf #6 in #eroticromance #3 in #gayromance

18+ Internet famous Jeanette Lowery has built her career-and life-around an unshakeable image of control. Being a rich and successful feminist commentator, she feels on top of the world. It all comes crashing down when she realizes she fucked with the wrong person and ends up in a dark power play with a well-dressed stranger.

"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

After the Federation war, the Ghosts unit lost many members over the years, those who remained...went into hiding. Safeguarding themselves from the many enemies they had made along the way. The Ghosts won't be staying off the radar for long as they now are making their return to join forces with Task Force 141 in preparation for a battle that was thought to be long over. Katrina Mae Bourne is part of TF Stalker. After a rough childhood, she is taken under the wing of an unlikely mentor who teaches her the harsh ways of this world. The skills she learned are invaluable; how to hunt, speak without speaking, how to shoot, how to evade, how to combat someone twice her size, and most importantly...she is taught how to survive. It is through these lessons she is taught the ways of 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕'𝒔. Now, she finds herself with her unit as they join up with TF 141. It is here she meets someone who peaks her interest, he's cold and calculating but she ponders if maybe there's more to him than just the mask and his reputation as the Ghost....Simon Riley. _______ This is a MW3 x CoD Ghosts x OC crossover. - Soft Simon Riley - Soft OC (So lots of "fluff") - morally grey characters - THIS IS AN UNAPOLOGETICALLY SLOW BURN STORY AND ROMANCE DISCLAIMER: This is a work of pure fiction. Names, songs, characters, businesses, events, locations, incidents, and other suggested material are either a work of the author's imagination or is used in a fictional manner. Any resemblance to actual individuals either living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental and not intended to be seen or used with malicious intent. I give full rights and credits of characters used in this book to Activision and Infinity Ward...the only exemptions from this are my original characters

What to expect from this fanfiction:- Omegaverse (A/B/O) Religious themes (Being brought up in a religious household) Talk of big emotions (depression, anxiety, resentment) Gore and mention of bodily wounds Smut Alcohol consumption Use of drugs (main character is an army medic and uses drugs as such to help in the field) If you aren't okay with any of the things stated above, then this fanfiction is not for you. Any comments expressing upset or discomfort shall be deleted as you have been warned. (All rights to the characters, other then my own OC's, belong to the company Activison. Please do not use my character, Placebo, for one-shots or spinoffs. Cover Art is by the lovely @minxkicatty2 on Tiktok.) ~ Charlie 'Placebo' Green is an oddity. An Omega with a tongue and growl as sharp as her teeth, it was no such surprise that she has trouble finding somewhere to fit into society. When an old friend, Kate Laswell, called and asked to check in an old favour owed; Charlie finds herself returning home to England to meet with a pack in dire need of a medic. The problem? The 141 Task Force had gone through five medics in the past two months. After the pack had pushed away every other option presented to them, Laswell seemed to think that the Omega with a bite to match her bark may just be what the 141 needs.

He meets her-not broken, but sharpened by what broke her. Curious, intrigued, and desperate to unravel what lies beneath, he steps closer. But she is no Will. What begins as observation becomes a game, where manipulation dances with defiance, and the hunter finds himself hunted. He meets her-Will's blood, but a different breed. Less empathy, more edge. Where Will trembles before the abyss, she walks through it. Intrigued, he studies her, but misreads the silence. She is no echo. She is an answer he wasn't prepared to hear. And the game begins. He meets her under the weight of a crime and a colder wind. She's unreadable-a symphony of silence, too poised to trust, too haunted to break. He tries to unravel her, but she's no canvas. She's the knife behind the painting. And so it begins-the game, the chase, the unraveling.. He dines on minds. She dissects souls. What begins as curiosity becomes a slow, exquisite descent-into each other. Note : Contains mature content, sometimes too mature. It is an alternate Hannibal universe, where the storyline sometimes collides with the actual series, but with different branches heading towards an unexpected end. Welcome to the universe of Hannibal.

In the heart of ancient Valyria, dragons aren't the only things that thirst for blood. Daella Targaryen has always been the quiet one. The obedient daughter. The youngest girl of a fading house still clinging to old dragon dreams. While her sisters are married off to their own brothers to keep the Targaryen bloodline pure, Daella is sent away,offered like a pawn to one of the most feared men in all Valyria. Lord Vaemarion Morzarys. Cruel. Cold. Dangerous. The only son of House Morzarys, a house surrounded by shadows, blood, and smoke. They say he drinks dragon blood. That his senses are sharper than a beast's. That his ancestors made pacts with fire and bone. And that he has no heart. But Daella is no trueborn fool. She's a dreamer, like many of her kin. And the dreams are growing darker. Thrown into a world of ancient rituals, obsidian halls, and a dragonlord who may not be entirely human, Daella must fight to hold onto her soul... and resist the strange pull toward a husband who may burn her, or bind her, forever. Warning;mature,violence,smut!!!