"You're-- you're a... a..." he stammered, his face pale as he struggled to speak. "A girl," Kayla finished flatly, rolling her eyes. * Nathan Kingston seems to have it all. He's the newest star player at St. Thomas Academy, an elite all-boys private school. Nathan is charming, confident, devilishly handsome, and dangerously talented on the ice. But there's one problem. Behind the flawless smile and perfect facade. Nathan is a girl-Kayla Kingston-living under the stolen identity of her dead brother. Keeping her secret at an all-boys school is hard enough. But then there's Louis Auclair. Team captain, top student, and the one person who sees through the cracks. Louis knows something isn't right. And as his suspicions grow, Kayla finds herself torn between protecting her identity and facing the boy who could expose her... or destroy her first. Because in a school built on reputation, talent and secrets. One wrong move could mean the end of everything she's fought for.

Raised to be holy. Born into something far more dangerous. Seventeen year old, Evienne Ellery spent her life preparing for heaven. Sent away to a secluded boarding school in the Swiss Alps by distant, unfeeling adoptive parents, she was raised by nuns and priests to be obedient, submissive and small. Behind stone chapels and cold classrooms, Evienne learned early that love was conditional, punishment was holy, and suffering was something to be endured quietly Her future was simple: be good, be faithful, and one day do her duty-marry a man who would secure her family's interests. Her life was planned. Controlled. Perfect. Until it wasn't. When everything she knows collapses, Evienne is torn from the only world she has ever known and sent to live with her biological family-six brothers who are loud, vulgar, violent, and unapologetically criminal. They don't pray. They don't obey. And they certainly don't believe in God the way she was taught. They believe in blood. With them, she learns the truth of who she really is: The lost princess of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. Her brothers have been searching for her for years, and now that they've found her, they refuse to lose her again. In their world of power, crime, and betrayals, Evienne learns that love doesn't always look gentle-and protection often comes with a body count. But as old family feuds resurface, enemies close in, and the past she was hidden from begins to reach for her, Evienne is forced to confront an impossible question: What happens when the people you love will never be welcome in heaven-and you're no longer sure you want to go without them?

Valerie Henderson has always known two things: Monsters aren't real, and Steve Harrington is insufferable. As Dustin's older sister and Nancy Wheeler's closest friend, Valerie has spent years watching Hawkins from the sidelines, sharp-eyed, unimpressed, and dressed in black like she's permanently attending someone else's funeral. She doesn't trust easily. She doesn't fall softly. And she definitely doesn't fall for boys with perfect hair and worse reputations. But when Will Byers disappears and Hawkins begins to crack open, monsters stop being a metaphor, and surviving them means working alongside the one person she swore she'd never stand. Across five seasons of secrets, near-death experiences, late-night arguments, and tension thick enough to rival the Upside Down, hatred slowly turns into something far more dangerous. After all, some things burn fast. And some things burn slow.

Rhea Addams, daughter of the elusive Ophelia Addams and cousin to Wednesday, arrives at Nevermore Academy with a past shrouded in unanswered questions. Raised by her father after her mother's disappearance, Rhea carries not only the weight of her Addams heritage but also the rare ability to bend shadows to her will, a gift inherited from his outcast bloodline. Alongside her raven visions, cryptic glimpses of death and omens, her powers set her apart, even in a school filled with the strange and supernatural. As she settles into life at Nevermore, Rhea finds herself balancing her school life with the allure of mysteries far darker than she imagined. Drawn to the charm of Tyler Galpin, the local barista who seems to understand her outsider's heart, Rhea becomes entangled in a dangerous connection. But beneath his disarming smile lies a monstrous truth, one that threatens to consume them both and pull her deeper into the shadows than she ever intended to go.

- now get your ass off this bathroom floor before i start questioning my choices. steve harrington x byers! oc (fem) started: december 29th, 2024 ended: may 11th, 2026 season 1: ✅ season 2: ✅ season 3: ✅ season 4: ✅ season 5: ✅ 𝘨𝘰𝘢𝘭𝘴 ♡ 1k : january 5, 2025 (🎂) 10k : march 23, 2025 50k: may 17, 2025 100k: june 4,2025 500k: october 29, 2025 1 million: december 4, 2025 2 million: january 25, 2026

Arla Black surprisingly get's transferred from Beauxbaton's just before she's due to start sixth year, she accepts her invitation to Hogwarts, finding out that her father has escaped Azkaban and is currently in hiding. After quickly becoming acquainted with the Slytherin group, she becomes a popular figure amongst the boys you all know and love (and girls, can't leave out our Pans) but has a particular relationship with none other than Lord Voldermort's son. With war looming, toxic relationships, a whole lot of flirting, drinking and smoking. Arla will have some big decisions to make during her time here. She stands on the opposing side to her fellow friends and Mattheo Riddle, but will that stop them from embarking on a dark/twisted relationship? What side will Arla choose? Who will she listen to? Find out in my new fan fiction!!

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Psychological breaking ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement (upcoming) explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

The facility is normal. 
The staff are kind. The patients are manageable. That's what you believed when you started working there. They follow their schedules. They attend their sessions. They behave. Until it comes to you. Some wait for you. Some watch you. Some don't like when you spend time with anyone else. It starts small-requests, conversations, familiar faces. But routines are important here. And once you become part of theirs... they don't like it when you change.

Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, stalking, kidnap, nsfw, actual plot. His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She would even go so far as to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his anger but only from his devotion. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.