«Hate may be easy, but love is the most dangerous battlefield of all.» - Julia Leonhart never knew peace-not since the night her family was torn apart. Disguised as Marcel Ryder, Julia has spent years fighting her demons, driven not by revenge but by the justice she clings to after a terrible mistake-killing the one man who truly cared for her. Fooled into thinking he was her enemy, Pavel's death shattered her need for vengeance, replacing it with a mission to stop monsters like the ones who manipulated her. But even soldiers have ghosts, and hers haunt her every step-some from the past she thought she buried, others in the form of Simon "Ghost" Riley, a sharp-tongued operative who sees through her masks. What begins as a clash of pride turns into something far more dangerous: a connection neither of them can afford. When her past resurfaces with deadly intent, Julia is forced to confront the monster in her she's been running from. Betrayal, vengeance, and secrets collide as she's hunted by those she wronged and those who wronged her. A Call of Duty fanfiction || Fem OC x Simon "Ghost" Riley +18

"You're waking up," I whisper, my hand splayed across her chest, just above the beat she forgot to feel. "I knew you'd crawl back to me." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Pain sharp and electric up my arm. I almost laugh. "There's my sparx," I whisper. Her grip is fire now. Her breath ragged. Her skin trembling beneath mine. "I don't want this," she breathes. "Oh baby, but I know you do." ------ A sociopathic arsonist, hell bent on revenge and a sweet delusional psychopath. What more could you ask for? In order to get revenge on those who have wronged her, 19 year old Seraphina Reed burns down her childhood home with her parents inside. She is a witty, strong willed woman who doesn't tolerate shit from anyone, anymore. Viella Iverson, despite her kindness and sweetness, is a pushover. She maintains a facade of being a decent person, but her true self fights to come to the light. She's hiding something or is she hiding from someone? --------------- -Mature Explicit Content -Dark Romance -Slow Burn -Criminals -Mental Hospital -Friends to Lovers -Found Family -Anti-hero

Introverted, kind loving, and aspiring 17 year old artist Darcie Viella just wants to make it out of her last year at Winchester Prep alive and unnoticed. Shes managed to stay low on the radar for a while, avoiding anyone's notice just incase she's recognized for her Mother and sister's past that reflected onto her back in the states. All was steady and relatively mild for her, until she made one of the best most worst mistake of her life, hooking up with 𝙃𝙞𝙢. Bold, impulsive and fun Grayson Cassian doesn't care about his inheritance or "need of a goal to receive such", instead he's more focused on his band that just got signed with the biggest label in the London area. He just had to graduate senior year at Winchester Prep with his brother and friends and then he would be free and on tour with the fame he always desired. But something stops him, what does every singer need? A 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙚 of course, and he's certain he's found his, no matter how reluctant she is.

(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

❛❛𝙯𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙫𝙮𝙫𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙡𝙞 𝙪𝙢𝙧𝙞❞ (Russian | 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦) A breathtaking tale of unforgettable battles, buried secrets, searing suspense, and a romance as sinful as it is intoxicating. This is not a love story for the faint of heart-it's a bittersweet descent where demons crawl from every corner, and the taste of danger is far too tempting to resist. Every scar, every wound, every discouragement was meant to destroy them. Yet people forget-fear is an aphrodisiac, and the pleasure of terror is the very drug that keeps them alive. They crave the darkness the way others crave salvation, and in their world, destruction is the closest thing to divinity. Theirs is a tale carved in blood and enmity, a saga that breathes violence, radiates power, and seduces with the kind of allure that burns and scars in equal measure. Scandalous or sacrilegious? Both. Betrayals, manipulations, and whispered lies stitch this story together, each one sharper than the last. Every game comes at a cost, every secret pulls them deeper into the abyss. Because here, power isn't just earned-it's stolen, wielded like a weapon, and fed by vengeance. And this time, the cost won't be survival. It will be glory, judgment, and ruin. So, what happens when 𝘼𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖 𝙎𝙤𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙫 and 𝘼𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙠 𝙄𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙫 place their stakes on the highest bid-where love and hatred bleed into one, and only the cruelest can endure? In the end, in this brutal war of vengeance and desire, there will be no mercy. Only one question lingers in the silence before the strike: Who will draw first blood? ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅