Your sole purpose to the 141 is complete. With your life in enemy hands, no one is coming for you. That had always been the way you expected it to go, your life as Wraith was destined to end this way. So why did it hurt you so much? Why do you remember your team, your family and your captain most of all, so vividly now that your life is flickering out? (OC with little mention of real name, story based on callsign. Can be read as OC, has female reader pov) Content warnings: strong/harsh language, mature (sexual) content, violence of multiple variables, mentions of blood, abuse, assault, death, mental illness, sexism, murder and torture. Read at your own risk, be responsible!

Life is all about the people who we would follow into the dark, or about those who bring the darkness into it.

Terrorist attacks flood the continent. Not a single European metropolis is safe. As the States get involved as well, Laswell puts you in a team of specialists as captain in command. When Price joins as second captain, the officials force you to work hand in hand. Needles to say that the reserved Brit has little left for that big mouth and cocky temper of yours.

Arranged marriages always go one of two ways. How will yours go with a man you don't know, and a secrete he needs to keep? Picture: 661ave

Will Graham is a dog hybrid living in an abusive animal pound. Nobody wants him due to his aggressive behaviour and nasty personality. One day Hannibal Lecter decides he'd like a new companion and meets Will, falling in love instantly. HybridWill! x OwnerHannibal!

"I'm busy," he said sounding slightly irritated. Well that makes two of us. Suddenly I had an idea. I walked over to him with a smirk. I went behind him, leant over his shoulders and rested my head in the crook of his neck and kissed him. I pulled his chair slightly and went between him and his desk. I widened my legs and sat directly above his member ,as I did I felt a slight bulge. I'm affecting him. Good. I started to grind against his erection slowly ,earning a husky groan from him as I trailed kisses from his neck to his jawline and I finally kissed him on the lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. I pulled away, slightly biting his bottom lips continuing to grind against him. He grabbed my ass and said, " you're playing with fire". I smirked leaning down to his ears " then burn me". _________________________________________ She was fierce,stubborn,dangerous and seductive. She was the family flower and as innocent as the devil. On one hand she was sweet,reliable and the best person you'll ever meet. On the other, she was the queen of hell who'd not hesitate to haunt you with demons and burn you with flames if you ever hurt her or her family. She is like fuel. He was cold,heartless and shows no mercy. He was the devil himself. His has one rule "No mercy,No hesitation". His only weakness was his family,hurt them and he'll make you beg for death. He'll make hell sound like heaven.He was fire. They had many things in common,never knowing the meaning of love from anyone but family was one of them. So neither of them expected that strange feeling after a one-nightstand. What happens when fuel meet fire? It's beautiful,yet dangerous. Blissful,yet destructive. An explosion