She was supposed to be the easiest thing he'd ever ruined. They usually were. After all, it was the only language he'd ever been taught. Make them afraid. Make them listen. Force them to break. But she didn't break the way he expected. He was never supposed to want a girl like her. Yet she possessed a devastating habit of making the impossible actually matter. And he had spent his whole life slaughtering anything that did. ༻❁༺ Liora Solís was always too soft for her own good, a girl obsessed with a word she didn't even get to experience herself: Freedom. She believed it was her birthright to fight for others, spending her whole life doing so, acting as a shield for the defenseless while secretly choking inside her own hyper-sheltered life. She just never realized she'd end up begging for her own. To anyone looking in from the outside, she was just your average, everyday college student who followed all the rules and never stepped out of line-a naive girl who honestly thought monsters only lived in fairytales until she stumbled straight into the path of a real one. A single, devastating misstep. Talk about a twisted tale. The very girl who dreamed of liberating others is suddenly stripped of her choices, trapped in a forced marriage with the Angel of Death. Valen Azrael Duarte. Los Angeles's inescapable monster. A tattooed, lawless god with dark, captivating eyes, so full of secrets. Secrets that should have stayed buried. His. Hers. Her father's. He feels nothing, but wants everything, especially revenge served cold. Until he wants her even more. A tale of obsession so twisted and consuming that it turns into fate, and betrayal becomes the one thing that'll tear their lives apart because Azrael isn't a myth. Azrael is destiny. And Liora Solís is the one name he was never meant to spare.

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭. Dr. Volkov, a popular psychologist starts treating a damaged young woman, Leona Winters. The line between patient and lover blurs quickly. But when she uncovers the darkness he's been hiding and tries to walk away, he makes sure she never gets the chance.

The Valentino brothers never expected their lives to change in a single night. Alec only meant to step in, but instead he brought home a boy who is bruised and with no family in sight. What begins as an act of protection soon becomes something deeper, drawing Zale, Lucius, and Caspian into a bond none of them were prepared for. As they care for the boy and search for answers about his past, the brothers begin to face a question they never imagined: could he become part of their family for good?

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 ..... After Matteo Verrati kidnaps Aurora Moretto to save her life, they both agree that it would be safer for her to stay with him because of the threats to her life. Aurora didn't expect to find solace in him, Aurora didn't expect to fall for him and she surely didn't expect to go insane.

⚠️smut warning⚠️ different scenarios with another Cod favorite 😍 These are descriptive sex scenes, please don't surprised at what you'll read it's why there's a warning. Konig is feral here Please note that these aren't perfect, there is going to be spelling mishaps mainly with certain German words but understand I am dyslexic. I know it's "liebe" not "leibe" like I said I have dyslexia I genuinely cannot fucking help if it's messed up sometimes I don't do it carelessly or purposely. Dyslexia! Lol I have to address that bc im tired of the comments Female reader Size kink! Some dub/con Stalking Violence Light degradation And unless you're 6'10, he's taller than you js I have many fan art pics, so if you recognize the artist of any pictures lmk and I'll credit them!! Cover is my interpretation of könig 👑

Cleo Winters has learned to survive by staying quiet. At school, she's invisible, bullied and ignored. At home, she tiptoes around her mother's sharp moods and cruel words, never knowing when kindness will turn into punishment. But when her mother announces a sudden move to London to marry a wealthy businessman named Eric Westwood, Cleo's silent life is shattered. Thrown into a family she's never met, surrounded by strangers who live in luxury while she carries scars no one can see, Cleo must navigate a new house, a new country, and a new set of rules.

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.