"You're dreaming, I should think," His breath caressed my skin. It was there and then gone, far too fleeting. "So why am I here, Sixteen?" I didn't have an answer. "I don't know," I muttered. My heart thumped noisily in my chest. I could not think. "Can you make it stop?" His eyes flitted over mine. I could feel him like an infection. Crawling through my veins, warming my blood, shutting down my organs one by one until I was helpless, left with no other option aside from watching as he overtook me. "Do you want me to make it stop?" He gently tilted my head up. I was soundless as this all unfolded, unable to fight it, unsure if I even wanted to. ~ After Sixteen is abducted and taken to Hawkins Lab, she must adjust to life under the oppressive glare of Martin Brenner. Peter Ballard, an orderly who oversees her training, aims to the transition all the more difficult.

only a woman can uncover the tomb of Cleopatra... or so the legend says. for every treasure pulled from the sand, something is taken in return. a secret. a soul. a piece of yourself. 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 ━━━━━ CLARK KENT x FEM!OC SUPERMAN 2025 !

PRIEST: (gently) It'll pass. Wake Up Dead Man: A Knives Out Mystery / Jud Duplenticy ⋮ cover by foxgloves

He doesn't take you by force. He takes you because he can't stop thinking about you. In the mind-world of the Creel House, Henry Creel does not collect people at random. He chooses you - older, aware, inconveniently perceptive - and keeps you close in ways that feel deliberate, long before they feel frightening. The children come later. They are easier. They believe what they're told. You don't. That's the problem. Henry calls it interest. Curiosity. A necessary fixation. But the truth is simpler and far more dangerous: you make him feel exposed. Seen. Real. And he resents you for it almost as much as he wants you there. He doesn't need your help with the children. He needs you to stay. This is a story about obsession that breeds control, about vulnerability used as leverage, about a monster who does not want to love - but does not know how to stop choosing you. This is a psychological descent where protection becomes possession, tenderness becomes strategy, and the most terrifying question is not how do you escape - but why haven't you tried.

Charlotte Devereaux was raised to be perfect, perfect daughter, perfect ballerina, perfect pawn. But when tragedy rips through her life, the girl who once danced under the spotlight finds herself shackled and lost to even herself, forced into a marriage she never asked for, bound to a boy everyone swears is a monster. __ Rafe Cameron has demons that don't stay buried. Coke on his tongue, blood on his knuckles, he's destruction wrapped in a Kook's designer shirt. But beneath the ruin is something raw, something even he doesn't recognize until Charlotte collides into his orbit: a flicker of hope, a chance to be more than the devil he's become. There are no saints here. Only sinners, survivors, and the ones reckless and stupid enough to love anyway. _ "Maybe we're both lost," he says, voice softer than I've ever heard it. I don't need saving. And I sure as hell don't need him. So why does it feel like he's the only one who really sees me? _ Arranged Marriage trope. A Rafe Cameron Fanfic. No -Gold- plot. This book is based on the Show "Outer Banks" all rights to the characters excluding The Devereauxs, and any other characters not part of the OBX universe, belong to whoever created the show.

Who knew someone who made you so mad could make you feel so good. You never imagined you would fall in love with him, and you never thought you could love someone so deeply. Top Tags: #1 in #aaron #1 in #criminal #1 in #hotch #1 on #hotchxreader #2 in #hotchner #3 in #criminalminds Hotch x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒, when averie montgomery stumbles into a fbi investigation led by aaron hotchner, her boring dumbfounded world spins around and she starts to see life for what is good. 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐞𝐫.