Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Originally "My girl." NOT EDITED⚠️ "You love hugs Don't you?" "Only yours." - "You know, if you wanted a kiss you could've just asked, princess." he said seductively in my ear, his hand rubbing up and down my waist. - He slowly lifts his gaze to look at me. "You're scared, aren't you." - "Ava, my dick is rock hard and we're going to the fucking pool, it's taking my all to not take you right here in this fucking elevator." He grumbled causing my eyes to trail down to see it. - She was like a ray of sunshine. He was the devil. Join Ava and Kai on a journey of love, redemption, and the power of finding light in the darkest of places. You know what they say... opposites attract;) _______ Read to find out ;) ⚠️P.s... the ending to this book is SAD, read at your own discretion...Enjoy! ⚠️ ©️2023

One day, you began to see ghosts. You thought ignoring them would be the best course of action, but how can you do that when 'Geto Suguru', a character that's not supposed to exist in your world, suddenly came to your job and evaporated the 'ghosts' surrounding you? It didn't just stop there. You began meeting the others, who stuck close to you just like these ghosts did, and now you are torn between wanting nothing from this world and being beside these characters that you identified from the start. Out of all the series to be in, you just had to be in the world where everything feels normal even if the world is close to ending. // Or a story where you have the power to see curses and meet these characters even if you're a human from the modern world. (Inspired by Mieruko-chan, Inso's Law, and Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint)

𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩? You had a crush brothers best friend for years since you were little, even if it was older by five years he was still hot. Years later you find yourself kissing him at a party? Geto Suguru x F-reader

❝My ultra deduction tells me that...❞ ❝That...?❞ ❝... That you're in love with me. ❞ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ There were many unique people Y/N had come across in her life, but no experience of any sort could prepare her for the dark-haired boy with enticing, green eyes that walked into her bakery that day. (And ordered just about everything, might she add.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⋅✧⋅ [complete, 21/09/22] she/her pronouns will be used

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"at the sight of the words 'I love you' the desire to stay alive had welled up in him" - george orwell, 1984. a dazai osamu x reader

|𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆| - arranged marriage - slowburn - plot twists 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 always knew her fate was to marry rich - to save her family from poverty, even if it meant sacrificing herself. But when her abusive father sells her to the powerful Alvarez family, she realizes she hasn't been promised to a wealthy heir... she's been sold to the mob. Yet, for the first time, Adora tastes freedom away from her suffocating home. In a mansion full of rules, danger, and shadows, she clings to her independence - even when it puts her at odds with those who now control her future. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐙, the reluctant new head of the Spanish Mafia, has been raised to care about nothing but power. But he despises the bloodstained world his father built. He only finds solace in books - the one place he can breathe. When Adora enters his world, fiery and unbroken despite her past, Santiago discovers someone who understands him in ways no one else ever could. But in a house where loyalty is currency and secrets can kill, their connection might cost them everything. Is it possible for two enigmatic people to fall in love? Or perhaps their fate lies within the world around them. Ranking #4 in spanishmafia - 10/11/25 #6 in flirt - 10/11/25 #8 in freedom - 10/11/25 #9 in poor - 10/11/25 #9 in darkacademia - 10/11/25

[ 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 ] 𝙖𝙙𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚; 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗼𝗿 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿, 𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝; 𝘇𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗮𝗼𝗸𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂. [ 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 ] ↳ !! 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨!! - 𝘫𝘫𝘬 ; 𝘨𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘪 - 𝘰𝘤 ; 𝘬𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘢𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥; ₁₂ / ₁₃ / ₂₀₂₂ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥; ₁₀ / ₂₁ / ₂₀₂₃

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴄʟᴀɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴋʏᴏᴛᴏ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇꜰᴏʀɢᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴀʟʟɪᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʟɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ? ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀʀᴏɢᴀɴᴛ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ. ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ. ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʟᴏᴛʟɪɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ ⚠️ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ (ɴꜱꜰᴡ) ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ: ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜᴀʀᴅᴄᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴇx ᴄʜɪʟᴅʙɪʀᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛᴇᴀʙʟᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ: 2# ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 1# ɢᴏᴊᴏꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ 2# ꜱᴜɢᴜʀᴜ 1# ɢᴏᴊᴏꜱᴍᴜᴛ 5# ɢᴏᴊᴏxʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 2# ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ 1# ʟᴏᴠᴇꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ