Ruined by Royalty Two princes. One girl. And a throne stained with lust, power, and obsession. Liyana was never meant to be seen. A palace maid with no name, no voice, and no right to dream. Until they came back. The twin heirs of the empire- Zafir: the cold, ruthless prince with eyes like daggers and a touch that burns. Zuhair: the smooth-talking charmer who tastes like danger and whispers like sin. They rule the palace. They own the night. And somehow... they want her. She tries to run. They corner her. She tries to hide. They crave her. She says no. They don't listen. Trapped between obsession and royalty, Liyana must survive the heat, the hunger, and the twisted game only princes know how to play. She thought monsters wore crowns. She didn't know they'd kiss like gods. This isn't love. This is war. And Liyana is the battlefield. 18+

[yandere!vampires x fem!reader] ★ when the union if two schools, one embodied by humans, the other - vampires - causes four vampires to grow a deep rooted; and obsessive devotion towards one human girl.

You are known as Draco, the Half-Human Half-Dragon hero. You are capable of many dragon transformations from the HTTYD series. You have a total of 10 lives, but you are down to two. Your mom, dad, brother, and sister have all moved to Canterlot for a better life. You'll discover what it's like to have friends. But will your new friends know your secret? This story is inspired by stories created by JordanWolfBoy9783, TheNintegaGuy, LordStarX101, and a whole bunch of others. Huge shoutouts to them. Disclaimer: I own no rights to MLPEG, MLPFiM, How To Train Your Dragon, or anything else. This is all Fanfic.

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓, 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚. 𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓.❞ ❝︎𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈.❞︎ It all started out with two 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 people; one with a dark past who believed that all people could be good, and one with a mask not knowing he was in need of her love...

"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

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

***NOW A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY*** [Book One of the Arabella Academy Series] Four teenagers, one dead girl and a whole lot of secrets surrounding a school. What happens when a murder that absolutely had nothing to do with you... simply had something to do with you? For Marcus, the news of Sheila's death was just another unfortunate circumstance in the daily life of Arabella Academy. However, the unquenchable desire of not minding their own business gets in the way of him and his best friend Jeff, causing them to plunge themselves into the world of detectives. Pretty soon the clues start coming up, and together with two other friends they embark on a journey that receives its fair share of good and bad. Will they be able to make it to the end and finally unmask the killer...together with finding that priceless necklace that everyone seems to be looking for? ************* Added to Wattpad's Official Mystery Account under Bright Young Minds Added to Wattpad's Official General Fiction Account under Clues & Secrets | Mystery/Thriller Added to Wattpad's Official Crime Account under Teen Crimes 1st Place in the Coronation Awards for Mystery/Thriller 1st Place in the WattOriginal Awards for Mystery/Thriller 1st Place in the Bookworm Monthly Awards for Mystery 1st Place in the Wildwood Awards for Mystery/Thriller/Paranormal 2nd Place in the Quarantine Awards for Mystery 2nd Place in the Creative Awards for Mystery/Thriller 2nd Place in the Butterfly Awards for Mystery/Thriller 3rd Place in the Discovering Elites Awards for Mystery/Thriller ************* ESTIMATED WORD COUNT: 71,150

"You have two options. You can suffer through the fires of our passion with clenched teeth, writhing in agony, or you could become one with the flames, dancing in the night skies, burning through everything in your incendiary path, indestructible, immortal from our love, leaving in your wake ashes and smoke in the annihilation of your creation." ... I have lived for centuries, yet I've never felt this chaotic feeling run through my veins before. This burning across my skin like fire and the scorching in my lungs, making me unable to breathe when she is close, and yet also when she is far away. I've never felt this perverse pleasure when her eyes fell on my lips, when a pleased sigh escaped her mouth underneath my quivering touch. I've never felt this need to be with someone as I did with her, the burning ache inside me when she was gone, clamoring me to be by her side. And I've never felt this fear before, this twisting, gut wrenching feeling of disquiet that lurked day and night in the back of my mind, slowly eating away at my sanity, pouncing upon me whenever I had the misfortune to think about her. Is that what love is? Or is it just the feeling of one psychopath falling for another? Highest ranking : #1 in Neverland

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

SwanQueen story. A young lady was found in a cellar, tied up and beaten, is she moved to another life of pain or is there more behind the eyes of most feared woman she has ever seen.