Reading this will make you go, "Why?"

𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓... 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏 ... ꧁༺༻꧂ 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕 "What happened why are you not talking to me"I said worried why he's not talking to me "Now my actions will speak more than words" he said while taking his belt off from his wardrobe "Y-you. what are you doing" I sutter looking at him and taking steps back He starts coming towards me goosebumps rises on my skin and I run from there While running my foot stumbles and I fell while he's taking slow steps towards me just some steps away from me I swallow hard I tries to stand up but when a force grabs my arms and with that he puts me on his shoulder "ahhhhhh" scream left from my mouth "Wrong place to scream cara mia I'll show you real place" he said huskily and start walking towards his room ~~••~~•𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 ~~••~~°

They told her to stay away. Malachi Rowen was a warning dressed in leather and ink, with a voice like smoke and a smile that promised wreckage. Everyone saw the red flags-except Sofie Vera. Sweet, sun-drenched Sofie, who ran from the quiet pity of a town that never let her forget. At Bramden University, she just wanted a fresh start. No whispers. No past. No heartbreak heavy on her shoulders. But then came Malachi-with secrets stitched into his skin and shadows trailing close behind. He was the kind of danger you didn't survive untouched. And yet, when he looked at her, she felt seen. When he smiled, she forgot to be afraid. She should have run. Because some boys don't just break your heart. They leave scars you carry in your bones. Let me know if you'd like a version in a different tone-more romantic, mysterious, dramatic, etc.

#1: Ruthlesshero - 2025.04.21 #1: passionatedesire - 2025.07.08 #2: powerandcontrol - 2025.11.11 #2: loveandhate - 2025.11.15 "Because you're blind, Vania." His laugh is dry-like bones breaking under pressure. "Blind to the darkness that consumes me, the evil that stains my very soul." His tone grows colder. Bitterer. "Ce que tu appelles amour... c'est un poison pour moi." (What you call love... it's poison to me.) Follow me on instagram - @authorshyantika

"Touch me, Blaze... and you'll remember me every time something beautiful dies." -- She was the only sin he'd die to confess. So he destroyed his kingdom for her absolution. -- 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. Power built their world. Power destroyed it. She pulled the trigger that turned his hate into a kingdom of fire, and now fate binds them to the same war. Hate keeps them sharp. Hate keeps them alive. But hate is just another mask for power. And when it cracks, they'll both discover the cost of letting go. -- In a city ruled by blood and silence, some names are spoken only in whispers. New York breathes violence like smoke-its kings crowned in crime, its peace bought in bodies. Blaze Marino, heir to a fractured Italian empire, doesn't believe in myths. He believes in control. In power. In pain as currency. But when a woman with white hair and a scar like prophecy crashes a masquerade of monsters, everything changes. She moves like fire. Vanishes like smoke. Leaves no name, no trail-just destruction and desire. And with her, the game changes. As alliances crack and old ghosts crawl from the shadows, Blaze finds himself caught between revenge and something far more dangerous: curiosity. Obsession. A pull he can't explain. They say saints die young. But what if she was never a saint at all? And if she was- maybe she always knew how her story would end. 𝕿 𝖍 𝖎 𝖘 𝖎 𝖘 𝖆 𝖘 𝖙 𝖔 𝖗 𝖞 𝖆 𝖇 𝖔 𝖚 𝖙 𝖆 𝖘 𝖎 𝖓 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 𝖆 𝖓 𝖉 𝖍 𝖊 𝖗 𝖈 𝖔 𝖓 𝖋 𝖊 𝖘 𝖘 𝖎 𝖔 𝖓 𝖊 𝖗 Tropes / Themes: ✦ Mafia · Enemies AND Lovers/Yearners · Don x Assassin ✦ Russian x Italian · Dark Romance · Slow Burn ✦ Antihero · Psychological Tension

This is a story about two perfumes in my current story: Burberry, a soft-hearted perfume developed a crush on Posh the second perfume in my collection thus follows their story which started when Posh arrived in the perfume collection and the story along the way. Later the story goes, the greater the tension and spice goes on between them. Was Posh thinking the same thing... Was Burberry pointed out she's gay?

Powder could fix anything. Jinx left only wreckage behind. Zephyr never stopped loving her-no matter how much of her the world tried to erase. In a city choking on smoke, war, and broken promises, one fox will chase a spark - even if it burns him alive.

I woke up whispering a name I didn't know. And something in the dark whispered back. He's not a dream. Not a ghost. He's something else-something born from want and loneliness. I made him real. And now he won't let go. Dark. Obsessive. Invisible. If you want a man who will get on his knees Lucien just might be for you. TRIGGER WARNING. • Supernatural obsession and possessive behavior • Erotic content and explicit sexual scenes (18+) • Power dynamics in intimate situations • Mental health themes (isolation, grief, emotional neglect) • Past trauma (foster care, abuse,house fire, sibling death) • Mild stalking and voyeurism (romanticized but present) • Intense emotional dependency and themes of identity This is my first attempt at writing so please be kind. X