[Rated #92 in Satan] Blood painted the floor, splashing up and staining the once chipping and dusty walls. I knew there was a reason I never took this route through this side of the school, something about this site just gave me chills. But I was right about everything. I shouldn't have come here, I shouldn't have done any of this. I should've known the consequences were real, but I didn't think they're ever be inflicted upon ME. And there I was, staring the tall and mighty Lucifer who towered taller than I could've ever imagined. I felt like an ant compared to him, like a bug that would get trapped and then crushed in his mighty hands. His teeth flashed from the above lights, his eyes remaining a dark black onyx as he stared deeply into my soul, I could feel the heaviness in my chest, tears threatening to spill. I couldn't find my voice. Everything that I once owned was just suddenly... Torn away from my grasp. "Please don't hurt me..." I tried to say sternly but all that came out was a sharp desperate plea. Lucifer was merciless though, I should've known from the beginning. He's the fucking devil of course... "Oh Idris, I'm not going to harm you." He paused in between his words as if thinking of something to add. His smile widened into a nasty, sinister smirk. "...Yet." [WARNING: Depression, Self-Harm, Possessiveness, Dystopian] {TRIGGER WARNING} [Lucifer X Angel Story]

Marlowe Lee is a cute fluff ball that has albinism. He's from a sweet family but is bullied in university because of his small frame ,being an albino and the fact that he's gay.But after meeting with Dexter his life will change completely. Dexter Endymion Dmitriev (The Grim Reaper) he's the typical university heartthrob that has a dark vibe around him that makes him unapproachable. But there's something about him that nobody knows he's the heir to the most powerful Russian mafia and that's how he got his nickname The Grim Reaper. How will their relationship change will they form a bond or remain strangers. How will they relationship be affected by the Rossis , Dmitrievs enemies and the various occurrences that will happen around them? ____________________________________

I didn't see him boom out of nowhere, but there he was standing right next to me on the ledge that would lead me to my own doom. I forgot that I wanted to jump as I looked at his long blonde hair that rustled as if a wind was blowing, even thought there was no source that would have been able to blow anything in any direction. His face looked like a sculpture in the perfect ivory, but it was his eyes that drew me the most. Almost clear, so light was the blue that sucked in my soul and radiated a feeling of love in my body of the likes of which I had never experienced in my life. "So, are you planning to jump or are you waiting for a sign from the heavens? Because let me tell you one thing, if you are waiting for a sign from above, you will still be standing on this ledge by the time the sun finally burns out." Before HE could commit suicide, Lucifer walks into his life and tells him a story that will change him forever... This is a story I wrote around 5 years ago, and I thought it would be interesting to share it here on Wattpad. It is of religious nature, and it might offend, although that is not my intention. My intention is just to show that every story has two sides, and sometimes each person has their own truth and perception.

“Angel of Death, my ass.” “I'm not forcing you to believe me, but get it into your thick skull that you're not in your world now. Here is a different one; the Underworld if I may, but really, after time, titles became less significant. All except to the main man, of course, Lord Lucifer.” If I heard him right before, he said he would offer me to his Lord as a present. Then, he referred a name Lucifer as his Lord. He mentioned the Underworld, and if I was remembering the Bible right… No. No, no, no. I knew what I did was a sin, and that I deserved to go to Hell. I jumped off a cliff to see and be with Flinn again, not please some guy who defied God and… “Wait,” I said, pulling Ciel to a stop. He looked at me impatiently, and I barely recognized we were now in some unreasonably long staircase that seemed to endlessly go down, only lit with glowing red stones on the corners of each step. “You said Lucifer; the Fallen Angel? As in… Satan?” “The one and only.”

Suddenly, a bright light flashed in the corner of his eye and Gaon looked up curiously to see a car driving recklessly towards him. He should move, right? That would be the normal reaction, right? Moving out of the way of a speeding vehicle. But he was tired... **** Kim Gaon isn't coping well after Yohan and Elijah left for Switzerland, throwing him back into the pit of loneliness. All he wants is to forget the pain he caused the ones he loved and sometimes fate has a fickle way of making that happen.

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***

Derek owns a small pub on the border between the nice neighbourhood and the Orcus in the city Pareo. One day his friend shows up, and the mafia right after. Warning: This is a manXman story, so if that isn't your cup 'o tea then this is not the story for you. Also any 'intimate' scenes will be posted for themselves. New cover made by Elfie (@WriteDrunk_EditSober), thanks a lot! Previous cover made by meisgabrielle (thank you~) @meisgabrielle

(Undergoing editing) *WILL CONTAIN M-PREG, SMUT, SWEARING* (Book 2 in the Mafia Series.) "Raymundo Vega meet your new wife, Derek Giordano." He wheeled around in his chair and stared up at me, hate flaring in his eyes. I wanted nothing but to leap over the table and strangle him with his intestines. "Two words." He held up his fingers in distaste and I glared at him. "Hell. No." That was it. Case closed.

❝Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality❞ Harry Potter was on the summer vacation of the fourth year so he was soon to be fifth year. What will he do when his cousin finds a ferret, which happens to be his rival Draco Malfoy? - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 12 GOODBYE ( i had no clue what i was writing so Ummm ) Chapters are 1000+ words +fan art of the story