"You like it, don't you?" "What?" I managed to breathe. "The fear, Miss Night," he mused, "you crave it." _______________________________________ Sabina Night owes Antonio Marafi her life. But when he asks her to spy on the Russo crime family, Sabina starts to wonder if maybe her debt is too high of a cost. Gio Russo: ruthless, handsome, and intelligent. Too intelligent. He knows that Sabina's hiding something. But what is that worth when he can't seem to stay away from her? He's about to find out. ________________________________________ **Updated Weekly** **Mature Themes**

I knew the moment I first kissed him, that he would condemn me, that I would drag myself through broken glass for him. I just was not sure if he would stay long enough to pull the jagged pieces out. I never imagined that instead, he would push the shards deeper. Deep down I knew it was useless, that there was no way I could change his mind, but at the very least I had to try. "I guess I was just another pawn in your game of chess," I muttered dryly, missing the way his eyes flashed crimson. He sat up and roughly grabbed my chin, forcefully tilting it up so I would look at him. "You were never a pawn," (tom riddle x oc) warnings: violence/language/deaths/mature themes/

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 / pronounced 𝘢𝘺-𝘻𝘳𝘪-𝘢𝘭 / meaning 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘥 The legend read that a sacrifice of a mortal being with beauty and skill could end the famine which had struck her town. Thrown into the woods by her own people, she helplessly began to anticipate her incoming death. That was, until he appeared. And he wasn't interested in her death either. DISCLAIMER: this is NOT an ACOTAR fanfic. All characters remain separate and my own.

Starting her second year of college as a literature major student, Nevaeh Violet was all alone, no friends or family to support her. Having gotten a scholarship to study, she's never been more grateful. Bouncing from foster home to the other, Violet never fit in, she's too shy and nice for her own good. Being all alone, she never got to experience love and care. Being called a freak because of her unique colored eyes, Violet suffers from anxiety and PTSD from past events making Violet struggle to make friends. *** Five mafia kings, all searching for their queen. 'The Rulers' as people call them, have all been searching for their one. They aren't related by blood, but they treat each other as such. They aren't brothers by blood, but by choice. They've known each other since diapers, they've killed and got hurt for each other. They're the most dangerous mafias to ever exist for their brutal ways and ruthless looks. They share everything, ever since they were young, as teenagers they all made a pact that they'll share the one once they find her. But after coming empty handed after searching for years, they decide to act as professors and see if they find the one. What happens when they meet innocent and broken Violet? Will they be able to fix her broken heart or will it be too late? Violet is an orphan, or is she? Read to find out!!! Book covers and aesthetics by _navy_bluee_ *** # 1 anxiety attacks # 1 polyamory # 1 reverse harem # 1 kings # 1 daddies # 1 care # 1 18plus

After spending a night together, Alani never expected to see Valerio again. That is, until three months later when their paths meet once more. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒕, 𝑨𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒊," 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒌. 𝑽𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒕, 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑰 𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 - 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅.

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Ruthless Alpha Kane meets Sora, a gentle human who shatters his walls-and turns his world upside down. *** At 31, Alpha Kane Locus Black has given up on looking for his mate. Since the age of 18 it has been all he wanted; now at 31 he is a cold, scary and distant Alpha to his pack. Until he meets Sora. His little human mate. *** Book 1 of the Alpha series

In which an eighteen-year-old succumbs to an older man . . . "I can't resist him, even though I tried. Call me weak, pathetic, my ears are deaf except if it's his voice they're listening to. Because no matter what, just one touch and I'm at his mercy."