She swallowed, the words still trembling in the air between them. "I just need to know that what I'm sacrificing means something." For a moment, Klaus only stared at her. The room felt too small, the world too quiet, like even the air was waiting for his response. Then his voice dropped, low and rough: "Please, Monroe... don't turn your hesitation into doubt for me." He stepped closer, and the heat of him was overwhelming. His hand traced the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek with a reverence so at odds with his reputation it made her breath catch. "Yes, I will do all of those things for you," he went on, voice steady, dark, certain. "I will kill for you, lie for you, tear the world apart stitch by bloody stitch-all because I am Niklaus Mikaelson. The big bad hybrid." His mouth curled-not as a joke, but as a promise. "And if the universe dared to take you from me, I would drown it in fire and scream at the gods until they gave you back." His other hand slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her against him until there was no space left at all. "But for you-Monroe Prejean-I will do something far more terrifying than violence." His forehead touched hers, breath mingling, eyes burning with something too fierce to name. "I will burn."

𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 | 𝘉𝘬 1 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 & 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦. ______________________________ Another random story that will probably need editing later ~ please enjoy! #1 CopXMafia 4.18.25 #1 Gayness 7.7.25 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

Kai refuses to let him disappear. He finds him, sits beside him, and says: "You don't scare me. You just... act like you don't deserve good things."

Theo Moretti, a 27 years old feared and emotionless mafia enforcer, lives a life of violence, control, and isolation.. Peter Antonio is 18 but seems younger. An autistic. He lives in a world of his own, filled with colors, textures, and imaginary friends. He's non-verbal on some days, overstimulated on others, and always unapologetically himself. To Theo, Peter is confusing. To Peter, Theo is terrifying-but interesting. Their journey is not easy. Various threats, sudden ambushes and loss of more strength. But they hold on to each other like an anchor. Believing it will end and they can live happily ever after. But only one thing matters. As long as Peter Antonio is by his side, he will burn the whole world for him. Just to see the boy's smile. His giggles. His passion of drawing. MLM

Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

Veronica is a sex worker. One night, she is sent to the home of The Ruthless Mafia boss, Don Patrizio. After doing her job of pleasuring him, he reveals his hidden agenda... Is Veronica in trouble? Or will she have to remember all she was taught in acting class? ***Sneak Peak: I could suddenly feel him burning holes into my skull with his glare. He cleared his throat to get my attention... "When you say 'clients', you mean?" "Men I have fucked for money" I stated matter-of-factly. Of course, I was being playful. He hit the table, breaking it into two, each halves fell to the floor in opposite directions. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again." "I'm sorry. But you know what I do" He towered over me and cupped my face in his hands. "I don't care. I just don't want you talking about your affairs with other men. Am I clear?" I watched his expression soften, and I realized that all he needed was reassurance. "Okay. I'm sorry, Bambi" He walked over the mess on the floor and returned to his seat. He dialed a number on his phone and ordered another table and dinner. "Sorry about this" He apologized as he tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. I got up and walked over to him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "It's okay". He grabbed my waist and made me sit on his lap with my legs on either side of his body and our faces a few inches from each other. I could feel his need between my legs. Like the naughty girl that I am, I massaged between his thighs to worsen his state. He smashed his lips against mine and kissed me hungrily. While I was trying to keep up with his kiss, he brought his fingers to my clit; my body twitched in response and I let out a small cry... WARNING: Strong Language, Sex... not suitable for ages below 18. Updates: Weekly #1 in pretense #1 in prostitute 9/5/23 #1 in sexworker 11/23

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."

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇! 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. He is obsessed with me.. Will Alheri find love out of one's obsession or will his possessiveness run her away? Rowan Salvatore is a well known Don he runs businesses, gangs And a Mafia, he has never been obsessed before or in love but it all suddenly changed when he saw 𝐴𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ. "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩"

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work