It's the 200th anniversary since the small island of Concordia has been cursed to isolation. Magic of any kind is punished by death and any mythical creature is seen as the enemy. But as a secret sorceress who wishes to find out the truth of what happened long ago, you might need to come in contact with these so called dangerous beings. Started: 2/15/22 - Finished: 12/4/22 Word Count: 399k+

An AU based on the film "Jennifer's Body". What girl wouldn't want to be Jeniffer? The girl that wants to be with her.

𝙅𝙐𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙔𝙀𝙊𝙉, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘪-𝘒𝘪 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳...

"Black has got a sour fuckin' flavour, here's a taste of it, but Black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it." ──── DAVE ↺ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 is continuously climbing the ranks as a footballer for Manchester United women. She's the epitome of skill and passion. Very quickly, she's established herself as one of the most exciting players on the scene. Nobody sane can deny her talent, but racism is always a factor that makes others think different. She's got a lot more obstacles to overcome because she's 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸, and it's not fair. An incident on the pitch involving her and another player introduces her to the whole world, Marcus Rashford included. And she's grateful, because once he becomes a part of her life, she forgets what it was like without him. ── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 is Manchester United's franchise player. You'd know it simply by looking at him, but speaking with him is different. He's humble, and his heart bleeds football. He simply can't live without it. That's why when he sees a women's player get subject to racial abuse by another player, he's completely thrown. Speaking to Kalani Sinclair everyday is like getting new life breathed into him. Maybe there's a reason life has dealt these cards. Sometimes, it takes something ugly to make way for something beautiful. And maybe that 'something beautiful' is the pair of Reds together. + ──── BLACK | bl𝚊k [adj.] belonging to or denoting a human group having dark-coloured skin; [noun] a member of a human group having dark-coloured skin

〄 ⇢ ⋮ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖 "every word you say is see-through." © 𝐀𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄

- there's still a lot of good in the world.

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"They say all good girls go to heaven," He said laughing. "You know why that isn't true Lora?" "Why?" He laughed some more. "Because there are no good girls," - tw this book deals with the following: body dysmorphia anxiety abuse misogyny race weight psychosis violence 18+

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.