Maeva Rawdon, a northern witch driven by the pagan gods meets Tom Riddle. They are consumed by each other in the worst ways imaginable

~complete~ But what would happen when a military captain who barely talks meets an overly joyous girl who works at a bookstore? Surprising, wouldn't it be? When he asks first for them to be friends and constantly finds time in his busy schedule just to be around her? Add two little friends who will stop at nothing but see these two together. Isn't this a ship that's meant to sail till the end? ✪ ✪ ✪ "G-Grey?" I called out softly before he left the store. I was afraid that something would happen to him when he was away. "You'll come back?" I just wanted him to assure me that he would be safe. He was strong yes, but I was conflicted. "Always, tulip." He gently stroked my hair as he extended his pinky finger. I extended mine too and his thumb pressed on mine in a promise and I relaxed slightly. ||Highest ranking|| #3 in protective 5/13/2023 #6 in humor 5/13/2023 #2 in adorable 5/20/2023 #7 in sweet-romance 5/22/2023 #1 in kind 5/25/2023 #2 in grumpy 5/30/2023 #7 in sweet 6/1/2023 #75 in love 6/3/2023 #3 in lovely 6/23/3023 #2 in soft 6/25/2023 #3 in slowburn 7/12/2023 #4 in sunshine 7/25/2023 #1 in smile 10/18/2023 #5 in cute 11/17/2023

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

/Mature and unsuitable content for young audience./ The Last Hope, the Ivanov brothers book 1. Trapped by one of the most dangerous men in the Italian mafia, Selina isn't living-she's merely surviving. Until the day she escapes, her son in her arms, hunted by an enemy who refuses to let her go. Her only hope? Nikolai Ivanov, the ruthless Russian mob-an equally dangerous yet mesmerizing man. But offering Selina his protection means declaring war. Between power struggles, shattered alliances, and forbidden desires, Selina must make a choice: face her past... or be consumed by the darkness of the underworld. Selina & Nikolai

EDITING IS IN PROGRESS * She is pure, caring but yet rebellious. She was Amelia Montgomery a queen who dedicated her blood and tears to survive and save her crown. She dedicated herself to accomplish the true meaning of what royalty means. He is arrogant, explosive but yet misjudged. He is Sebastian Black who had a heart way bigger than him but who ruled with nothing but compassion and mind. Both with different paths in hopes to find the freedom they so utterly desire. They were once close, close to where they knew every single flaw and strength. However, in a split second, they became strangers. In a split second their worlds crumbled and they had become enemies, forgetting their promises to each other and remembering their duty was family. Years later they meet again. Would they have changed or stayed the same? Would they still remember their promise? *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So it's you and I forever huh." "Forever." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Mature language *Some mature scenes

[COMPLETED] A group of teenagers went to an ancient castle on a school trip. After they entered a particular room, they all remembered their past life and the connections they all had with each other whether it be hatred, jealousy, care, or even love... "Was this our destiny?"

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Academic Rivals to Lovers in a Boarding School ..... "You wanna know the really dumb meaning behind my name?" He muses and I walk ahead of him. "Nope." "Basically, it means the transporter of goods by cart or wagon, it's from an old french word I believe. You wanna know yours?" "You looked up mine?" I question, hiding the small smile on my face, because I'm mad at him or whatever. For... I don't know why but I'm mad at him because I am. Carter catches up to me, grinning to himself. "Emilia means rivals, it's derived from the root of some latin word. Isn't that strange?" That's just a coincidence, he's probably lying anyway. "Yeah, real peculiar." I reply. ..... #2 - onebedtrope 16/06/22 #1 - mila 16/06/22

Soren Maxwell is to take over his father's business, Maxwell Inc, when he goes into retirement, but there's one issue. Soren is a playboy, with new women on his arm every week. He's not a man for relationships, and the bad reputation that his constant rotation of women will bring to the business isn't something his father will accept. The solution? Marriage, of course. In comes Ayla, forced into an arranged marriage with Soren as part of a deal to merge Maxwell Inc with her father's business. Her and Soren have never met before, but it's tense from the moment they meet, and in more ways than one.

Ella's mother sells her to the Italian-American mafia, and now she's a maid for a feared and ruthless family. Made to clean up messes and endure insults, she catches the eye of the boss, Marco. An inexperienced woman, she has no idea what she's in for. Marco is the handsome, cunning head of the family. He's got no time for distractions, but in waltzes an innocent, doe-eyed beauty who he can't keep off his mind.