"shes the angel of small death and the codeine scene" klaus x female oc

Hamartia a fatal flaw leading to the downfall of a tragic hero or heroine Cassandra Thorn has the unfortunate gift of prophecy, if only people of Mystic Falls would listen to her warnings. OC x Elijah Mikaelson

Riel Damien Frost Amethyst, a cold-hearted billionaire and heir of a powerful underground syndicate, views his arranged marriage to Dwiriti Xanwier Xmalson as nothing more than a business transaction. But Dwiriti, a scarred aspiring marine biologist and biochemist deemed as ugly by the society, refuses to be broken by Riel's cruelty. With sharp words and unshakable indifference, he becomes the one thing Riel cannot control. What begins as disdain quickly festers into a dark obsession. Riel's growing desire to possess Dwiriti consumes him, blurring the lines between hatred and obsession. As Riel's need to break Dwiriti intensifies, he finds himself unable to stay away. In a game of power, desire, and possession, one question lingers: How far will Riel go to claim what he believes is his? Note- I don't like non con stories so will write dark romance without that, moreover dark romance shouldn't be about non consensual relationship P.S. - English is not my first language. Please pardon my grammatical errors. <3 (All the names and places in this story are fictional because I didn't want to use real names (surname) of people or locations. I don't have much knowledge about places, people, ethnicities, traits, or how people from different cultures and nationalities are. The biggest issue is that I've never left my own town to explore other places. While the internet can show me locations and how specific places look, I struggle to describe them due to my shortcomings as a writer. So, everything in this story is entirely made up. :)

In which, Hakeem wants Devin to be his favorite.

Seraphina, a centuries-old witch trapped in the body of a 14-year-old girl, as she becomes a key player in the apocalyptic war between heaven, hell, and humanity. Hunted by angels under heavens decree, seraphina is forced to unleash her full power to survive. But even her strengths has limits.

𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘫𝘢𝘩, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵... 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳... 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. THE FOURTH AND FINAL SEASON

"I must warn you," Vincent says. "Once we do this, once Marcel compels him to forget, he will forget everything." Alex nods her head. "There isn't a loophole, he won't remember meeting you." "He won't remember me, at all." ••• Turns out, Alex didn't die, she's alive and now she's trying to save the Mikaelson's, not only from Marcel but from the Hallow as well, will she succeed? ••• "I was feeling heroic, yet I couldn't become the hero.." SEASON THREE

"It's just Alex now, Alexandra died on September 11th 2012." ••• Alexandra Zastrod is back, Apologies, Alex Zastrod is back and she's not human anymore. She now lives in Las Vegas but continues to wake up in Last Vegas, Morning after Morning, why is she drawn to the city? Is it because of Elijah? Or is there a danger lurking? SEASON TWO

After centuries of incessant war, Reader finally managed to settle down into a normal human life; she attended medical school, bought a house, made friends that didn't make a habit of killing everything that moved. She was out of the life, out of Hell, and she was enjoying the fact. When a shattered Sam Winchester shows up on her doorstep after five years of silence from the man, however, Reader is forced to decide between delving back into the life--threatening everyone's safety in the meantime--or sacrificing the beloved Winchesters in order to keep the peace she managed to obtain. [Takes place during season 10, so there will be some spoilers] [Some swearing, fairly heavy alcohol usage throughout, violence (obviously)]

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK