⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

Please note this is not my book this book belongs to LovesBitca8

they asked: "do you love her to death?" i said, "speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life"

Amara Alonso is 22 years old and is in her final year studying English literature at NYU. She's smart, kind and gentle, she always has been. But she carries a quiet sadness that most don't see. After losing her mother and sister in a tragic car accident 8 months ago, she was left with an alcoholic father who she blames for their death. She promises herself to push through her last year of college but soon falls into a cycle- skipping classes, tear-stained eyes, and an empty stomach. Emilia Zayed is a 29 year old creative writing professor. Emilia is poised, intelligent and emotionally guarded. She keeps everyone at arm's length- students, colleges, friends, and especially family. She doesn't trust people and shows no intention to. She shows no interest in anybody around her, until a soft brown eyed girl enters her lecture with a look of hurt deep in her eyes that she can't seem to stop thinking about. Emilia notices Amara's writing first. There's something about her work-so raw, so aching, so lonely. It touches something in Emilia she thought she'd buried. Never has a student's piece of writing made her feel this way. They shouldn't get close. They can't get close. But they do. And it's slow, quiet, and deeply emotional. It's Amara showing up during Emilia's office hours not just to talk about writing but about life. It's Emilia realising Amara needs more than feedback-she needs someone who sees her. And it's Amara finally finding someone who doesn't leave. The two form an unspoken bond they can't explain. It's forbidden in the eyes of everybody else. But they can't help but feel softer around each other. Will they ever act on it? Will Amara's hurt or Emilia's closed offness prevent them from ever truly opening up and giving in?

Victoria, cold and heartless when it comes to the way she runs her mafia. She's precise, full of secrets and doesn't let anything get past her. Some even say she has no heart. And that's the truth. Or it might as well have been the truth up until she meets Arabella. A soft dainty girl who has the biggest heart. But she harbours her own secrets. They have a calculated encounter that could shift everything they know. Through the trials and tribulations they face, through the lies and secrets can they open up to each other, learn to love through it all? [THERE ARE ERRORS in this book! So many errors & they will get fixed soon enough. I just write for fun & none of it is professional. Please beware of these before you read further!]

Forbidden things are like a beautiful hypnotizing magnet. Once you get pulled in, it's hard to pull back. But maybe I liked being pulled in, especially if it was by her.

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋, 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔!❞ ៸៸ ʬʬ.elcome ⇢ ARCANE fans ⁾ ゛ 一 ᯭ ˓˓ a Sevika x fem!reader fic ᩬ 🧚‍♂️ ‹ nsfw ｡ 11.04.24 ꜜ wlw ⸼ ⸼ ⸼ ⸼ [ sevika x fem!reader] [mature content] [lesbian]

Soulmate Au! 18+ March 1993, New York New York You've recently gone through a very messy breakup and now are urged to find a new apartment, quickly too. When your dear friend finds an opening in their building. This seems to solve more than just one of your current problems. This story will be mature, will contain graphic smut, along with angst and fluff. This will be an x reader and has no physical description of the reader except for that they're smaller than Sevika. This is an alternate universe but will contain most Arcane characters. I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARCTERS, I am writing an interpretive story about characters from another show. I do not own or claim to own them. LOVE YOU THANKS

When Virelai Chun steps back into Miami's gritty glamour after years away, it's not just to sip eggnog and deck the halls. It's to take over for her father, Dorian Chun. And Miami's gangs are no longer the rough illegal crowd they used to be... 𝙉𝙤. They've found a way to make themselves into Miami's elite, pulling strings in the city's most glamorous circles. Schools, politicians, you name it, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘵. And in Miami, you need them to like you. If they don't? Better hope you make it through the holidays. For Virelai, returning to Miami means facing Mazin Moretti, someone she left behind along with any memories of the past. But somehow old heartbreaks and bitter memories still manage to crash over them both like a winter storm. Especially with every holiday event, late-night meeting, and stolen glance only adding fuel to the fire between them. This only leaves Virelai in a city strung up with flashy holiday lights and packed with 𝘴𝘰 much fucking past baggage. Miami's darker side is glistening this Christmas, and Virelai is about to find out that power, passion, and betrayal are gifts 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. So spend your Christmas playing with fire... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙. [A Christmas Dark Romance & Sequel to Corrupted]