Vienne Marlow, a medical student and his intern. She planned on surviving her internship peacefully and quietly-keep her head down, get the credits, and get it done without drawing anyone's attention. But that was before him. Before the late-night encounters, the smirks across lecture halls, the hands that shouldn't have touched her but did. Before she realized her professor wasn't just watching her-he was studying her. Mapping her. Obsessing over every way she could be his. Dr. Sebastian Vale, a surgeon and her professor. He wanted her bent over his desk, legs spread, skirt pushed up, panties on the floor, hair in his fist, screaming his name loud enough for the whole building to hear. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 → 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 × 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝘼𝙜𝙚 𝙂𝙖𝙥 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙀𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 → 𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 & 𝙅𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙢𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 & 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡 → 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙂𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 → 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 → 𝙃𝙤𝙩, 𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝𝙮 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙙 → 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙨, 𝙃𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙨 → 𝙏𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝘿𝙞𝙚 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩

ORIGINAL | School of Supernaturals "D-did you just collar me?" "Because you're being a bitch, yeah..." He was then pinned to the wall. "Now, you're my bitch." "What if I don't want to be, fucker?!" "Funny you think you can do whatever you want in my territory." It all started when Kenneth Lee accidentally killed a classmate; now he's dumped in a school for Supernaturals as they try to find out where he belongs-collared in the arms of an Alpha King? A school with Ghosts | Shapeshifters | Vampires Will Ken survive as a 𝙂𝙤𝙙?

DISCONTINUED LOTS OF SMUT AND ROMANCE The class secretly sleeps over at the school. Marinette's friends are determined to use this opportunity to get Adrien and Marinette together. Will they succeed? Will Lila or Chloe get in the way? Will a simple makeover help Adrien look at Marinette in a different light? SAMPLE: Slowly Adrien leans forewords so his lips graze her ear. "That sweet little pussy of yours is mine now. Understand?" He grinds himself harder into her pelvis for emphasis. She whimpers but nods. "Such a good girl," he coos, which sends a shiver of want down her spine. "Good girls are rewarded, princess." ‼️UPDATE‼️: ok so I am continuing the story past the sleepover so idk if the title fits anymore. ALSO everything is pretty much the same story wise as it left off in season 3 and kinda the beginning of season 4 BUT IN MINE THEY ARE 17! In some states like where I live that is the age of consent but if you feel more comfortable with them being 18+ then feel free to imagine them that way! That being said if you feel more attracted to the idea of them being 14 then you can leave now cuz u got problems and should consider getting some help 😀👍🏻 STARTS WITH ADRIENETTE *ADDS MARICHAT TO THE POT AND STIRS* *ADDS LADYNOIR 🤪* This is fanfic... I don't own the characters... I feel like that's kinda obvious but everyone always puts that in the bio so yeah. Cover art is not mine! The amazing artist is @megs_ils :)

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

Highest Ranks- 1# Mafia 1#hostage 1#happyending 1#complete 1#good girl 1#italian 2#happy ending 2#opposites 3#Mature 4#morallygrey Editing* Rosie didn't have anyone, only herself. Growing up in the foster system she learnt that love did not exist, she learnt to be on her own, she learnt that in this lifetime, she would not be introduced to a happy life. Rosie moved into the busy streets of Brooklyn once she turned 20. She was a quiet and shy person, she never knew the true meaning of love...until she met the eyes of a devil, a devil with a heart. When a stranger strolled into the closed cafe at midnight, Rosie felt a sudden wave of shock when she looked up to see the most alluring man she had ever laid eyes on, a man impossible to be only crafted by one god. Luca knew from the moment he saw her, his world would no longer just consist of being the Don of the Italian mafia, he knew the moment he saw those piercing blue eyes that his world would consist of nothing but love...

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

❝Fucking hell, Angel. Please, continue riding me like this. It feels so good. Please❞ he moans to me, letting his mouth open wide to show his own pleasure. I won't stop. I lean over his body and let my palm press onto his mouth, letting my four fingers grab one side of his face as my thumb grabs the other. I can never get tired of him talking no matter the occasion, but right now, this will go exactly as I want. "I don't remember giving you permission to talk, or touch my breasts." He exhales his pleasure as he pulls his hands beside his head submissively. His lips move, and his voice begins to rumble against my hand. I pull it away for a moment. "P-please. I love them." he moans. I raise an eyebrow, slowing down the movement of my hips to torture him. "What do you love?" I ask him, teasing the words out of him. It's no secret, but I'd rather him broadcast it on his shirt than only tell me once. I keep myself steady, not wanting to reach another orgasm myself. "Your breasts." he admits. "You love...?" I ask. "You." He moans, telling me what I want to hear. → Having to deal with the trauma of losing a parent, the Inferno goes about life taking what he pleases and not caring for the feelings of others. When secrets are revealed, so is his true self. His persona is at stake when he indulges in a forbidden romance with someone he's known to be family all of his life. The inferno. Lucifer on Earth. #1 Manxwoman #2 Forbiddenromance #2 Blackwoman #2 Slowbuild

She was found in the woods, abandoned by her family, at just the age of 1. He found her, and was besotted by her, at just the age of 4. True childhood sweethearts, Easton and Noelle were inseparable. However, growing a liking towards each other at such young ages comes at a price, especially when you are the future Vampire King. All residents in the Kingdom of Highland had heard of the news. A baby girl found, wrapped up in a baby pink blanket, in the mystic woods, by none other than their King. Under the spell of the tiny thing, all the Vampires loved and adored her. What they didn't know, was that she was a fox shifter. And not just any fox shifter, the only remaining one. She was a diamond in the rough, and everyone wanted her, especially since she had killer powers, the perfect weapon against all enemies. I guess you could say, the chances of her being taken, were inevitable. ============================================================ "My King! Over here, look!", the voice caught the attention of Alexander Mitchell. He carried his stubborn 4 year old son, Easton, who was determined to go with them, towards the voice. "Dad, take me to her! Please?" Easton pleaded, his father didn't know what he was talking about. He thought Easton had gone mad. After a few more steps, wails and whimpers were heard. Alexander quickened his stride, jogging to the source of sound. What he saw absolutely shocked him. His loyal companion, standing beside a small basket, and inside, a baby girl. He stood there, mouth agape and feet stuck. Easton struggled against his fathers hold, causing Alexander to place him on the floor. He ran over to the basket, kneeling down, coming face-to-face with the small girl. She had stop crying once she saw the small boy in front of her, causing him to smile triumphantly. "I finally found you."

"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

"To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life." - Fernando Pessoa. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Book 1 in the Loving Series. Elza Hart - New to the city, ready to start her first year of college. She's the epitome of a sunshine girl, kind and loving to those around her. But the only person she can say no to, is him. Lars Alexander - Infamous in the city, ready to fight anyone who looks his way. He's the epitome of a badboy, silent and brooding. But the only person he can say yes to, is her. Elza makes a new group of friends in college where she meets the mysterious Lars, who doesn't talk to anyone. But there's something about him. For the first time she feels she can talk back without punishment. For the first time, she feels safe. All Lars has ever known is fighting and pain. He doesn't talk to anyone, only if he has to. But there's something about her. For the first time he wants to talk and joke around. For the first time, he feels happy. But will Lars and Elza be able to overcome their differences? Will Lars finally open up to someone? Will Elza finally admit she doesn't need to do things alone? ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* The sounds of fists pounding on flesh come to a halt. Cheers from the rowdy crowd become muffled to my ears. I finally got a clear view of Lars. I was in awe of the man before me. He was devastatingly handsome. Rugged and dangerous. I am positive he was the kind of man you were warned to stay away from, yet all I wanted to do was talk to him; he looked like he needed a friend. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Started: 8th June 2022 Completed: