Like an angel with dirty wings. Fem! OC x Male! OC.

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. "don't let it in with no intention to keep it; jesus christ, don't be kind to it! honey, don't feed it, it will come back..." (sinners x au) (female oc x remmick) cover: nightwvngs

A bite. A bond. A burning desire When Elias Moore marks her with his bite, Zariah is pulled into a hidden world where blood runs deeper than secrets. She craves his bite. His blood. His touch. All Elias wants is love, but there's someone who will stop at nothing to make sure he spends the rest of eternity alone and miserable. But he'll do anything to protect her. He's drawn to her purity, and they find out their connection runs deeper than they thought.

𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵?

A Sinners-Modern!AU Melody came back to Houston with a plan-stay low and stack her. Fresh out of nursing school and back from Mexico, she's ready to reconnect with family, find herself, and finally exhale in the thick heat of the city she used to call home during the summer. But Houston's changed-and so has she. But nothing threw her off balance more than him-Smoke. Quiet. Tattooed. Dangerous in the way a match is before it touches fire. A friend of her brother's, with a stare that says more than he ever will. What starts as late-night texts and car conversations quickly turns into something deeper, something riskier. Melody finds herself toeing the line between danger and desire-and Smoke's not the type to let go easy.

"you say you lovesick girl I got da remedy." 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒..

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

"Why? You already broke my heart once.. I'd be a fool to let you do it again." "We not in college or kids anymore. It's different this time around." ★⁂✫彡 𝐀 𝐉𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐂