𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 There's a city of glass towers and mahogany offices, of champagne that burns like fire on your tongue, of whispers that could ruin empires. Men in tailored suits calculate every glance. Women in heels sharper than daggers trade smiles like promises-and break them faster than you can blink. They live among you, while you're 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗲𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 below them. And have you ever wondered how they stay on top? The recipe is simple. So simple you could do it yourself, if you knew the rules. Let 𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙢, a twisted tale of two addicts of power, guide you. Their lives are a blaze of obsession and secrets, a world where desire burns hotter than loyalty, and love is just another gamble-too dangerous for those who hunger for everything. Step closer, if you dare. And remember: in this world, even the fire you crave will 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

|18+| "Enough is enough," she said to herself. "I'm going to ask him out." Getting up from her seat, she walked over to where he was seated. "Um, hi! I was wondering if we could grab some coffee and maybe hang out sometime?" she asked nervously. He turned to her, a sense of darkness and danger emanating from him. Her body went on alert. "You shouldn't be able to see me," he said with a smiling like a Cheshire cat. . . . "I scratch and bite" she warned "You'll crawl and beg too" he smirked. . . . The Ripple She hardly has time to breathe, much less dream, considering that she is juggling two difficult jobs. One face, nevertheless, sticks out in the midst of the chaos of her daily subway rides: a mysterious guy whom she covertly refers to as "the subway hottie." His mysterious presence becomes the high point of her daily routine-a secret joy. However, one day, with an unusual burst of courage, she dares to break the silence between them. What starts off as a brief connection quickly develops into something forbidden and thrilling. She has no idea that this seemingly random meeting will upend her meticulously planned life in ways she never could have predicted. The Echo He had to grow up too early after being born into an uncertain circumstance and found refuge and survival in the shadow of an underground empire. From a street-hardened recruit to a trusted enforcer in the family's inner circle, what started out as a desperate decision quickly turned into a way of life. However, trust is brittle and was destroyed the day he discovered a cruel betrayal that left him bloodied and drove him to flee. His only goal now is to exact revenge, and The Nemesis is his target. But his well-laid schemes fall apart when she gets in his way. His icy determination starts to soften for the first time, and he has to decide whether seeking vengeance is worth losing the one thing he never thought he deserved-her. 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬

His hand shifts under my sweater cuff, sliding up to my forearm. ''Tell me you don't feel it.'' I brush my fingers over his collarbones, just above the worn edge of his shirt. Beneath it, I feel the faint shift of muscle, the stutter in his breathing. He kisses me hot and hard. Like a collapse, His hands slide under my clothes to my neck and my hair where they make fists. My scalp prickles. He lets me taste a future with him, to feel it in the thrust of his tongue and bite of his teeth. I'm panting, and aching, and still, we know this won't change anything. Still, he kisses me bruised. 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 BOOK ONE C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ violence/abuse/trauma ❤︎ flawed characters (and development) Copyright © 2018-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

𝑨𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 is about to start her final year at Westfield Academy, she's long been known as the 'perfect student.' With impeccable grades, pristine reputation, and a calm demeanor. But what no one knows is that behind her carefully crafted image, Artemis is hiding pieces of herself-parts of her past and the darkness she keeps. She's not the flawless, angelic figure everyone assumes she is. 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑨𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒔, on the other hand, is the mysterious popular guy. Quiet, brooding, and always surrounded by his group of friends, Mateo is a puzzle no one can seem to solve. Despite his good looks and sculpted physique, no one truly knows the real him. Girls are drawn to him, but he keeps his distance, never giving anyone a glimpse into his life. His touch leaves her breathless, and with each passing moment, she finds herself pulled deeper into a world she never thought she'd be part of. But as their bond grows stronger, a shadow from Artemis's past threatens to tear them apart. Will she be able to face her darkest fears and overcome the haunting memories that still plague her? As their obsession for each other deepens, they'll discover just how far they're willing to go to protect the fragile connection. But the question remains-can they truly escape their pasts and find the love they've always craved? Or will it be the one thing that destroys them both? Watch them being obsessed with each others

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

Requests are closed! Please refrain from sending me any more, thank you ~ Just a series of unrelated oneshots for Chishiya x reader. They have nothing to do with each other or with my other fanfictions, they're just here for fun. (:

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia never thought in a million years that a simple house party could turn into total madness. Drunkenness blacked out her mind completely. When she wakes up, she's sitting in the back seat of a car with an unknown guy staring at her in the rearview mirror, and the door is locked. It turned out to be the brother of her best friend. A total psychopath who lurks in the shadows with every step and every breath that she takes after he has seen her at the party. Now, he won't leave her be, even if she begs him on her knees. ALL RIGHTS ARE MINE. IF YOU TRY TO COPY, I'LL TAKE LEGAL ACTION. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

BOOK 1 OF THE STOLEN DUET || "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨." || 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈 Is anything but weak, she craves nothing but power and revenge. Revenge towards a certain Russian cold hearted ogre. And she'd kiss any man only to slit his throat seconds later. The devil is very much real. But Adrias Russo is him in shape and form of a Human. The devil would drag you down too hell. Adrias Russo would bring hell too you. And so engulfed you'd not for a second want out. 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐎 is the definition of a cold blooded tyrant. An he'd wear the label with honour. Something about poems irked him. Little did he know Morana Giovanni would be the devils favourite poem. I didn't hate her, I hated the way her whole self could agitate me to a limit where I'd supress a emotion of hate towards her. And he didn't want revenge, No that would be too boring for the devil. He would ruin her repeatedly with no fail. Crush her dainty heart which she barely showed to anyone with his bare hands blessed from hell. And then he'd watch it all burn down, Only to repeat it again. Until she was completely ruined. If his soul was black, why did he need any color to his lfie in the least bit? Adrias simply wasn't a human that was born, he's purely nothing but a fire set from the depths of agonising hell. And who knew she would find comfort in the arms of the devil. Because a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ─┈ In desperate search of solace, wearing two losses on your hands like thick textured gloves, you arrive at Trost State University in an attempt to live out a dream you once shared with someone dear. There, eating off the bone of sheer chance, your present is greeted by your past, and you find your life intertwining with a group of close-knit friends. Lingering in their shadows, close behind, is an art student named Jean Kirstein, with a cold exterior, heavy-bagged eyes, and unpredictable behavior. It's not long before your heads clash, but what happens when your hearts begin to do the same? 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 aot college au. 18+. dark content. check all trigger warnings. intended only for mature audiences. read at your own risk. an absolute slow burn so if you're gonna complain, don't read!! i am not accepting translations!! cover art credit - bearbrickjia ☆﹕ good rankings﹒✷︵ #1 jeankirstein 1.16.24 #1 shingeki 8.12.24 #1 jeanxreader 3.5.25 #1 attackontitanfanfiction 3.12.25 #1 jean 5.1.25 #1 college au 8.24.25 ෆ