Ashton Miller was the richest, most powerful and sexiest man alive. Being a multimillionaire, he had everything he could have ever wanted; girls, cars, and so much money he didn't know what to do with. As the biggest playboy in New York, Ashton jumps from girl to girl breaking their hearts as he went along. He didn't care about anything other than his company and himself. Layla Kingston. Layla was NOT rich, actually Layla was basically broke. She worked as a waitress. She didn't have guys all over her, in fact she's only had one boyfriend and that didn't turn out well. Layla didn't have it all, in fact she's had a very hard life, and just when she thinks her life is finally starting to turn over it turns out way different than she thought. A story about two wounded polar opposites crossing paths. ****************************************************************************************************** Warning! There is some swearing and 1-2 dirty scenes so if you don't like that or are too young I'm not responsible :) Thank you @babedirectionerxx for helping me edit!! Highest Rank: # 1

It was known to be flirtatious and charming, but when it came to you, it seemed to be excessive. Working hard your whole life, it came as a surprise to you whenever handling SCP-035 came as a challenge. Not only that, but your superior was quickly getting close to you. Perhaps a little too close. Now you were stuck dealing with the inner turmoils of what you want to do with your life, the suffering your superior is putting you through- And what happens when a talking theatre mask takes more interest in you than it should? And why do you take such an interest in it too? (The cover art belongs to me.) CONTENT WARNING: This fanfiction contains emotional abuse and manipulation in general. It also contains strong language, (non-explicit) sexual abuse, death, and mentions of alcohol and blood. If you are uncomfortable with any of that, please heed caution. Started: 08/18/2020 First Published: 10/2/2020 Finished: 10/17/2021

"There's my girl!" I felt four sets of eyes shift to me; instead of making eye contact, I shifted my gaze to the floor. "Don't just stand there! Come here!" The threat in his voice was obvious, so I did what I was told, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't. I shuffled further into the room, still staring down at the beige carpet. I felt his expectant gaze on my face, and I kept my legs going until his shoes came into view. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face him. As my eyes met his chestnut brown pair, his hard stare bore into me, seeming to see my every thought. I tried to avoid his eyes, looking everywhere but those cold orbs. The hand that wasn't holding my chin managed to grab both of my wrists and pulled me so that I was sitting sideways on his lap. "How's my favorite girl?" I shivered from the touch of his breath on my neck. His arms wrapped around my waist like a cage, trapping me in. I'm fine, I'm ok. He wouldn't dare try something in front of other people. Highest Rankings: #1 in Used #1 in Intimidation #2 in Bruised #8 in Intimidation #141 in Like

Recently turned D-Class, you were a researcher who terrified your colleagues and had committed a terrible crime that your past self claimed was for the greater good. Turns out you had a stalker, and after being brought to 049 as a means of end, you, with no memory of your past, push through a breach and slowly uncover the mystery of yourself and that unforgivable thing you've done. All the while, bonds strengthen, and feelings develop with an unlikely someone. (Cover art belongs to me). Started: 08/19/2019 First Published: 10/28/2019 Finished: 08/19/2020

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!!DISCONTINUED!! started - 01.07.23 ended - 07.23.23 プロットのためだけに I wrote this when I was 12

I looked around the locked room, shivering violently. I spot the discards of my hair that Clockwork cut off and start to tear up, running my fingers through my now short hair. Damn, she's crazy. She broke into my house Kidnapped me Locked me in a room And traumatized me.... All for a stuffed giraffe? It doesn't make sense though... I mean, she wouldn't just keep me hostage for that. There must be another reason, and if I want to get out alive... I must find out why... (All art including the cover belongs to me😅 Enjoy the story!❤️)

//This feels pretty weird because of many things but oh well let's just ignore everything I need Ranfren content and I don't find so I make it// Randal gets pretty obsessed with a classmate at first sight -TW May probably have many non-con descriptions, blood, reality bending and other things that may make me go to AO3 and yea srry reader is female but I doubt anyone will find this fanfic-

(I DO NOT AGREE NOR SUPPORT CAPTAINHOWDIE'S ACTIONS. THIS IS MERELY OUT OF BOREDOM.) "ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ʷⁱˢʰ ᴵ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵉⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵒⁱᶜᵉ." You have fallen victim to the Enigma Of One-Sided Friendships and his troubling nature by the force of his hand. Now, you'll be sticking around with him for the time being-but he has further more plans that involved you being around him. What will you do with someone that makes you want to just blow your brains out? ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: MENTIONS OF YANDERE THEMES, BULLYING, VIOLENCE, IMPLIED STALKING, MANIPULATION, OBSESSION. (Reader is female, sorry! Dont worry, you can still read idc! Do what you want.)