[Complete, +18, MxM] No vampire is allowed in Gadrel; and that's why Barmond, weak and expendable half-blood vampire, is sent there to spy on the powerful incubus that rules over it, lord Ranphoros. During his stay, he comes across handsome, powerful, werewolf pack leader Hugo, although that's not supposed to be good news: the man just so happens to be Ranphoros's second in command. Of course, the last thing Barmond wants is to be noticed by him. And, of course, because of his rotten luck, this is exactly what happens. Barmond will soon learn that to catch Hugo's attention in quite an intense experience... just not in the way he thought it would be.

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

When Finn wakes up on a pirate ship with no memory, the last thing he expects is to get involved with the dangerous and alluring Captain North. ***** Stuck on a notorious pirate ship with no memories and an injured foot, Finn is as sure of his future as he is his past. Fate has set him in the path of the lawless Imo Gen crew. Finn can't remember how he got there or why, but what he does know is that Captain North saved his life, and he might just be the most handsome man he's ever met. Things get even more dangerous when he discovers that he has a very expensive bounty placed for his capture-and he's not the only one who knows about it. Captain North's brother is looking for Finn with orders from the nobility, but as far as Captain North is concerned, Finn is his, and no one, not even his brother, can take that from him.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

| 𝐚𝐡 • 𝐠𝐚𝐡 • 𝐩𝐚𝐲 | 𝟏. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞; 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʏ 𝟾 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸 ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ | ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 𝟸𝟺 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺

"I'll fuck your nigga, keep playing with me." Khalan laughed but wasn't shit funny to him, "Throw that shit in my face again, I'll have Akia calling me daddy with an arch in his back. I'll send you the video too." "My nigga ain't gay, go ahead and try bitch!" "Okay. You told me to so don't be mad when you get that attachment." Now Khalan finna act a fool. Khalan is the middle child taking care of his younger sister Tyra. She doesn't seem to appreciate him and when Khalan threatens to do her like she did him, she challenged him. A challenge that Khalan did in fact take.

"𝙝𝝄𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝙚 𝒘𝙚 𝙜𝝄𝒊𝒏𝙜 𝙩𝝄 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝙚 𝒂 𝙗𝒂𝙗𝒚, 𝙝𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚? 𝒚𝝄𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝙙 𝒊 𝒂𝒓𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝒍𝒊𝙩𝙚𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝒊𝒏𝒊𝙩𝒊𝝄𝒏 𝝄𝙛 𝙙𝒂𝙙𝙙𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝙚𝒔." *completed* When Hermione falls unexpectedly pregnant with Viktor Krum's baby in the summer of 4th year, she knows she isn't equipped to be a mother. They're fifteen. Clueless. Dripping in daddy issues. But regardless, Harry and Draco step up to the huge challenge of parenthood and raising a baby at Hogwarts. And now there's a war brewing. How long can their fatherhood be kept a secret? Will it bring the boys closer or tear them apart forever?

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

Harry may be half-Veela, but there was no such thing as a destined mate. If somebody wanted him, they would have to prove their worthiness. And Draco's chances don't look so good when Harry guts him at the welcoming feast... HPDM, Mpreg This book does not belong to me. It belongs to vvc, you can find the original on FanFiction.net. If asked by the author I will take it down.