Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

The Siren Dangerous. Beautiful. Unreachable And like any Siren, she was to blame when men lost control. Book 2 in the Sports Car series

Ask anything of me, except to leave you. FORMULA ONE AU MAX VERSTAPPEN COVER BY @/SWAIIOWTAIL

Aria Navarro is twenty-one years old, fast as hell, and ferociously determined to carve out her place in motogp without anyone - especially a man - claiming credit for her rise. Max Verstappen never asked to be dragged into her narrative. A three-time f1 world champion with a reputation for ice-cold focus, he becomes an accidental antagonist when the media decides he's taken aria under his wing. As their worlds collide and as her results climb, aria must fight not just the commentary but the creeping fear that maybe... just maybe... she's starting to care what he thinks. max verstappen x fem!oc

𓂃 ₊ ❝ and we would wear the same crown keep slowin' your heart down we are the gods now ❞ 𝜗 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝓸𝓻... ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ.

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Complete!

"𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔" wednesday addams x oc

Lucifer "Luci" Shelby is a broken man, haunted by the horrors of war and struggling to find his place in a world that doesn't seem to understand him. At just twenty, he's already fought in the trenches of World War I alongside his older brothers, but while they emerged hardened and unyielding, Luci was left shattered. With PTSD raging inside him, he's become a volatile, unpredictable force, his mind a battlefield that never ceases. As a member of the notorious Peaky Blinders gang, the Shelby brothers rule Birmingham, but Luci's uncontrollable rage and manic episodes make him a loose cannon within their tightly-knit empire. His thirst for conflict and pain drives him into reckless battles with anyone willing to test him. But it's the quiet moments, the ones he can't escape, that break him the most. Caught between the brotherly bonds that once held him together and the mental chaos he can't outrun, Luci must face the darkness inside him before it consumes everything he loves. In a city where power is everything and survival means more than sanity, can Luci find redemption or will his war-both in his mind and on the streets-tear him apart?

"Dahlia Blossom. Don't let the name fool you. She's better known as the Black Dahlia. And she didn't earn that nickname by smiling and looking pretty." "She sure knows how to perform for the camera." "Because she knows how to play the game. She always has. Right from the very beginning. And for that reason alone, she may just be one of the deadliest Victors you come across. You need her on your side, Katniss... Or neither of you will be going home." *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* 𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐲. finnick odair x fem!OC pre-hunger games ⇢ mockingjay @madebyrach , 2023