₊˚.༄ "But I promise you this, I'll always look out for you." - Coldplay, Sparks ₊˚.༄ Previously titled : Like Before Started : 27.12.2022 Published : 31.12.2022 Finished : Neteyam x fem!oc

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐎 ༊*·˚ ⋆·˚ ༘ * ✧.* .ೃ࿐ ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 ❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 with emotional touch... ❝You are only mine to ruin and mine to fuck Doll.❞ Since childhood, her heart bloomed untouched-too pure to sense the poison in his veins. She was a fragile light; he, a sinner in shadows. With every cruel glance and twisted word, he drew her into his flames, aiming to ruin not just her body, but the soul he had already claimed. "D-Don't touch me..." she whispered, her voice trembling. Her warm brown eyes shimmered with dread, confusion, and grief as she pressed against the cold wall, nowhere left to run. He stepped closer, like a predator, his eyes gleaming darkness. "Don't?" he echoed with a cruel smile, brushing a finger across her cheek-soft, delicate...terrifying. "But you called me in your sleep, little doll. Whispered my name like a prayer. You belong to me more than your own name does." His fingers tangled in her hair, exposing her throat. Leaned in, his breath ghosted her ear as his next words tore into her soul. "You were made to be mine. My pain, my pleasure, my toy to ruin." "No-" she gasped, but he silenced her with a dark chuckle. "Shh. Don't speak unless I make you beg." Her knees buckled, but he caught her, his grip rough yet controlling. "Think I'm a monster?" he asked, his voice velvety and menacing. She nodded faintly, tears spilling, lips trembling. He smirked darkly, leaning in close enough for her to taste his madness. "Let me show you how monstrous I can be." His hand slid down her body, claiming her cruelly. Every touch burned like a brand, her tear-streaked face twisted in horror and surrender. "Tonight, little doll...you'll beg. You'll forget what freedom feels like." Just before her resistance shattered, he whispered against her lips: "You are not mine because I love you. You're mine because no one else is allowed to even dream of you." She was his Sin, He was her Sinner. And Sin had never tasted so bitterly beautiful.

"We shouldn't," she moaned as I effortlessly separated her legs with my knee. "What about-" Her words died in her throat as I pressed my thumb against her swollen clit, tracing lazy circles. "I'm sick of ignoring my desires, Care. I don't want to die with regrets." I sank to my knees. "And not fucking you would be one of my biggest regrets." I dragged my hand from her needy clit, forcing two fingers inside of her, knuckle deep, while my mouth captured her clit. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 They say life is always unkind to the most deserving. Just ask 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐲. She was doomed before she ever had a chance. Born into extreme poverty with drug addicted parents, she escaped to New York City in hopes for a better life. Instead, she works a deadend job at a seedy club, where ruination lurks around every corner. But The Regency's Old Hollywood ball changed her life forever. That was when he found her, and everything finally fell into place. 𝐍𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐞𝐧 seemed like he would be every woman's dream man. One of three sons from the highly respected Madsen family, and billionaire CEO of Madsen International, he basked in his bachelor lifestyle. Until his family forced him into an arranged marriage that intensified his disdain for high society. But, a girl in a martini glass changed everything. He had to know her. He had to have her. He just didn't know how yet. 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 graphics by @typinchapters #3 in Secret Relationship [10.1.24] #10 in New York City [1.4.25] #1 in stranger to lovers [9.30.25]

When Aine is sent into the woods for her crimes, she accepts she'll be met with death. The beasts are known to kill any human that wanders into their territory, their razor-sharp teeth ripping through flesh and bone with practiced ease. Aine knows she'll be no different from all the others who have been executed before her, and when she's forced into the woods by her own people, it doesn't take long for the beasts to attack. What she doesn't expect is for them to take the shape of humans and spare her, and even more, for one to claim her as his own.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3