Onde Alissa se apaixona pelo seu sequestrador. Magcutie fanfiction 2017 cover by 90spiper

Amber Montoya herdou o posto de mais velha das irmãs. Esposa perfeita do poderoso Don de Nápoles, ela vive em uma gaiola dourada, adornada por diamantes e silêncio. Mas por trás da fachada intocável e dos coquetéis de calmantes que a mantêm de pé, Amber esconde uma alma estilhaçada. Ela não vive; ela apenas espera o momento de ver o mundo do marido queimar. O Marechal não é apenas um homem; é uma lenda brutal sussurrada no submundo. Ele lidera uma elite de mercenários que não seguem leis, apenas contratos de sangue. Ele enxerga as rachaduras na armadura da Montoya. Ele fareja a dor que ela tenta esconder. E, pela primeira vez, o mercenário que nunca quebrou um contrato está disposto a trair seu cliente para roubar o único troféu que importa. Ela queria vingança. Ele trouxe o caos. 🔞 DARK ROMANCE 🔞 EXPLICITO, GATILHOS 🔞

Amisha Montoya foi criada para ser uma orquídea em uma estufa de vidro: bela, submissa e destinada a selar alianças mafiosas. Mas quando seu destino é desviado e ela se cruza com o temido Comandante da Vottz, o Urso da Sibéria, Amisha descobre que o inverno não mata; ele transforma. Nas mãos do mercenário que deveria ser seu carrasco, ela não encontra a morte, mas uma obsessão sombria e protetora que desperta seus instintos mais primitivos. De moeda de troca a escudo humano, Amisha deixa de ser vítima para se tornar a única fraqueza, e a maior força, de um monstro. 🔞 DARK ROMANCE 🔞

As the granddaughter of the exiled Saera Targaryen, Viserra has always craved connection to those who also share the blood of the dragon. Summoned from Essos to King's Landing for her dragon and skill with the sword, she enters in an unstable realm complicated by an unspoken divide under the crown. Amidst the chaos, she finds herself navigating the unexpected pull between two Targaryen brothers. Balancing the complexities of loyalty and desire, she finds that the path to finding her purpose is more twisted than she ever imagined. ---------------------------------------------------------- "The lot of us..." Aemond repeated her words, "You speak of others. Is this what you feel towards my brother as well?" The sensation of his hand tightly wrapped around her wrist reignited the familiar magnetism of fire within her body. It was indeed similar, as if there was some invisible force drawing them together, something deeply rooted within their blood.

Aemma Velaryon was the spitting image of her mother; she had pale silver hair, fair skin, and dazzling blue eyes. She was a Targaryen in all sense but her last name which she bore from her father Laenor Velaryon. She was the younger twin of Lucerys, whom she followed around as if she were his shadow, they even trained together despite her mothers protests. Described as The Flower of The Realm due to her beauty and goodwill, she was seen as the perfect match for her uncle, Aegon. When tensions rise will the Greens stay true to their betrothal or push her towards someone else? Aegon Targaryen x OC x Aemond Targaryen

❝ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴇtᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ❞ ❝ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ❝ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ, ʜᴀʀʀʏ? ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 rebuilt from war, Harry Potter meets the one person who awakens something buried deep within him - a hunger, a devotion, a darkness. She was never meant to be his light. Yet for her, he would burn the world to ash. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | harry potter x oc | | harry potter | | the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows | | out of character ⚠ |

"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

" I will fuck you whenever and however I want to, and you will take it like a good wife you are." Trigger Warning- Abuse, Violence, Blood, Gore, Rape, Substance Abuse, Miscarriage. Proceed with caution or don't.

"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

"My old man is a bad man, but... I can't deny the way he holds my hand." - Lana Del Rey, Off to the Races He said she was perfect, so she stopped trying to be anything else. When Arrietty Cruz, a broke bookstore clerk from Monterey, California, stumbles into the world of luxury, it's only supposed to be temporary. Then she meets Lando Norris, and she thinks he's joking about the jet, the villas, the designer clothes. He wasn't. Now she's living in a dream - his dream. She wears what he picks. Smiles when he says. And if he gets a little possessive? Controlling? Well, he just loves her so much it hurts. "It's not toxic," she tells herself. "It's devotion." "It's not that deep," she swears, handing over her phone and asking if she can wear sneakers. She thinks she's in control. He lets her think that. Because love this intense has rules. And she's never been more obedient. Where everyone else sees a red flag, she sees a checkered one. He's already won her. She's just racing to keep up. For fans of obsession, dangerous devotion, and the messy, intoxicating line between love and control.