She wasn't supposed to exist. Born from love and war - from Aphrodite and Ares - Lyra is something in between. Not a god. Not a demigod. Just... something else. She's shy, clingy, and soft-spoken, always hiding behind Annabeth's sleeve and smiling through the noise of Camp Half-Blood. Everyone loves her. Everyone protects her. No one knows why. But when someone hurts the people she loves, Lyra doesn't cry. She just goes quiet. And afterward... someone's missing something. Because love, when born from war, isn't harmless. Not even when it smiles. WE GO #1 IN #PERCYJACKSON

Delilah lived for the static-the music, the lights, and the haze that let her forget the girl she was forced to be during the day. But one night, the world tilted too far, and a silent, brooding presence was there to catch her. He was supposed to be a stranger. He was supposed to walk away. But in the quiet of her apartment, a spark was struck that neither could extinguish. A single, blurred encounter left a mark on his soul that Delilah doesn't even remember. To her, it's a gap in her memory. To him, it was a beginning. Now, he's returned to reclaim what he believes is his. Hidden behind a mask and haunting the shadows of her sanctuary, he isn't interested in being forgotten. He's a phantom in her hallway, a whisper in the dark, and he's determined to make her body remember the connection her mind deleted. As the lines between fear and desire blur, Delilah realizes the man in the shadows doesn't want her apology-he wants her absolute surrender. In this game of cat and mouse, her sanctuary has become his cage, and the only way out is to give in to the darkness she invited in. ⚠️ MATURE CONTENT: This is an Ultra-Dark Stalker Romance featuring extreme themes of obsession, psychological tension, and dubious consent. Strictly for 18+ readers.

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"There's death in every shadow, but I only fear the moment I lose him." ˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ Ink wasn't the only permanent mark he had left on her the day she visited his studio for the first time. Imani Walker hadn't expected to fall in love that evening, but he, Erik Campbell, made her feel things in a few hours that she had never felt before in her 23 years of living. Something unexplainable sparked between them, and in the months that followed, that spark grew into something real. Six months have passed since the day she asked him to be her boyfriend. Six months since both their lives had changed for the better. Imani fit into Erik's world effortlessly, bonding with his family like she'd always belonged. The connection was just so natural, so right, it felt like fate. But fate isn't always kind. What started as a love story, soon became a countdown. Because in the bloodline of his family, death has a way of circling back... and no one cheats or messes with it for long... ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ [Officially posted on AO3] Started on: 17-05-2025 #1: #bobbycampbell - 23-06-2025 #1: #grieve - 22-07-2025 #1: #alternative - 15-09-2025 #1: #finaldestinationbloodlines - 12-01-2026 #1: #erikcampbell - 12-01-2026 #2: #richardharmon - 20-01-2026 Erik Campbell playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3oH8UECYsG0uSxMenj55Mx?si=499ba3a69614420c

"I'd burn the world for her and still make sure not a single flame touches her." in which Nina is the girlfriend of the tall, tattooed, guy in the family not knowing that he might be the death of her. [COMPLETED] ✔︎✔︎✔︎ 🥇 - #1 in erikcampbell - july .19 (25) fem!oc x erik campbell final destination fic june 10 - june 16 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ☙ mature language , sexual content.

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I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.