𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄🥀 "𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠..." 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐬. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬?" ✳✳✳ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡... Y/N Morde is the daughter of Zestial Morde, a force to be reckoned with, yet her fate orchestrated not by her own hands. To prove herself worthy and capable of bringing power to the Morde family name without the arrangements of marriage, Y/N strives to twist and manipulate Alastor, to be the first and only one to destroy the infamous Radio Demon. Though plans take a turn for the worse when a forbidden connection begins to form between the man she's told not to trust... ------------------ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒🥀 #1 in oldenglish #1 in roses #1 in deerdemon #2 in romeoandjuliet #1 in yandere #1 in hazbinhotel #1 in USA #1 in darkromance 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃| 2/6/2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃| 10/28/2025 ----------------- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆🥀 Vulgar language, violence, little sexual content⚠️

━━━ ➤ 𝘈𝘒𝘈𝘡𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 '𝘪𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵... 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.' ••• She had been raised and trained to kill for as long as she could remember. And with a rare and swift set of skills, an assassin of her ranking was hard to come by in this era. Even more so when she'd been trained to never be discovered, under any circumstances... Yet even the skills of a trained assassin could never compare to that of a demon. Especially a demon who held the Upper Moon Three title. ••• ❕Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer and it's characters belong to Koyoharu Gotouge! ❕contains mature content and sensitive subjects, so please be cautious if you decide to read!

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Posting a chapter every day!

ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ 𐀔 "For your dreams, lightswitch." 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a nightmare-ish girl and an explosive boy try not to kill each other as they become heroes in their own stubborn ways and... lovers? What the fuck? slowburn katsuki bakugo x teasing!oc wholesome bakusquad, sister of tamaki amajiki, besties with shoto, & hella emotional baggage < started: 6/28/2022 > *also on ao3 (link in bio)

In a world where eighty percent of the population possesses an abnormality called a Quirk, the superhero occupation becomes a reality. The spotlight and main role is heavily sought out, but one girl prefers to play the supporting role instead. Rejecting the notion of becoming a "hero," she becomes the much needed support of one boy absorbed by his own complexes and insecurities.

"We're not friends," you snap, narrowing your eyes into a glare sharp enough to pierce stone. "And stop calling me that." He tilts his head, his curls catching the faint, flickering light of the soul-lamps nearby. "Calling you what, darling?" he asks, his voice smooth and lilting, every syllable soaked in feigned innocence. Your teeth clench so hard it's a wonder they don't crack. Heat rises in your chest, crawling up your neck like an itch you can't quite scratch. His smirk only deepens, clearly reveling in your irritation, and you have to fight the urge to hurl the pair of gardening shears in your hand at his insufferably perfect face." --- Or, you are the immortal servant to Hades and Persephone, and Hermes cannot help himself but to get under your skin.

╰┈➤𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 ━━ ❝You should be thanking me, little thief.❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, a mortal thief, steal from the gods, catching the attention of Olympus' most notorious trickster. From curses to chases, Hermes sticks by your side-for better or worse-and it's hard to tell if he's saving you... or setting you up for disaster. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　🇵🇴🇸🇹-ᴇᴘɪᴄ: ᴛᴍ!ᴀᴜ　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ [𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤/𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝘌𝘗𝘐𝘊: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 ' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐂: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝; 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲.] !SHORT NOVEL! 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [57,000~] 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: February 01, 2023 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: December 24, 2024 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: January 25, 2025 [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄] | © 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚_𝒊𝒊 |

Another century, another master. Another day, another transfer. You have been in hell long enough to remember a time when it was beautiful. But your stay has not been pleasant due a very coveted ability you possess. After centuries under the thumb of Paimon, by a stroke of luck you meet Lucifer at a party, an old acquaintance of yours. Leading you to be now "employed" at the Hazbin Hotel, run by his daughter and crossing paths with certain gorgeous red-clad demon. One who seemed to be hiding a secret...... that to his great annoyance you are able to discern. See how you figuring out his secret unfolds in this story, set right after the end of the first season of Hazbin Hotel. Subscribe to my newsletter for announcements on my ongoing works and more: https://substack.com/@artiranth ***Lemons present, read disclaimers for more information

Dropped into a world she was never meant to be a part of, Aria finds herself cold and alone. Aimlessly she wanders through the streets of hell, just trying to survive within this brutal world. She has no recollection of her death or even why she was sent to hell. She arrives confused and scared. Her memories seem to be patchy, skipping through moments and feelings. Ever since she's arrived, Aria felt as if she were missing something important. The ghosts of her life on earth are haunting her... If only she could remember. ** This is the sequel to Haunted. Aria and any art belongs to me. Hazbin Hotel and the characters within it belong to Viv.

Moving into a new house on your own is never easy. Aria moves away from the city into a new home, deep within the forest on the outskirts of the small Louisiana town she grew up in. She never heard the stories of the old rickety house, she only saw the price tag and figured it was too good to pass up. One night is all it takes for her to realize why the price was so pretty. ** Hazbin hotel and Alastor of course belong to Viv. Aria and any art pieces in this book belong to me. The cover belongs to me.