"I assure you brother, the sun will shine on us again." In 2018, after Thanos' snap, the God of Mischief yet again stumbles upon Midgard; Earth. Not realizing the events that preceded his arrival, Loki searches for answers on the dying planet, specifically from a mysterious woman named Demi, who's nerdy ass knows everything that has happened. With the help of Demi, Loki must find a way to contact his older brother Thor, God of Thunder, who may be billions of lightyears away and basically unreachable. But with this journey comes with secrets, lies, a growing relationship, and something Loki never thought he'd find before. Love. [takes place before avengers: infinity war, and a little after avengers: endgame] all rights reserved. copyright. tobi. 2019.

✧☾✧ CONTENT WARNING ✧☾✧ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master & Mistress" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes ✦₊˚.⋆｡°✩ Brook has survived a lot... but nothing prepares her for the night her step-mother and step-brothers drag her into a ritual meant to offer her soul to the King of the Underworld so that they stay alive. It should have killed her. He should have taken her. Instead it brought the darkness to light. And of course Hades sees it all. He knows that bringing her to his Underworld as a sacrifice would be a mistake (Hypnos would drag him to the Dream realm and keep him there for as long as he's capable). He also knows that bringing her to his Underworld to be his bride could be worse. Does he care? No. He has no intention of letting her stay in the mortal realm, therefore he has his shadows claim her. His equal. His chosen. His darkness.

"Your gun, Christian," I whispered breathlessly, the reality of who he was momentarily flashing in my mind. Even in bed, he was a dangerous man. He didn't stop. I felt the vibration of a low, dark smile against my skin before he spoke, his voice grazing my ear. "Gun's under the pillow," he whispered. ౨ৎ Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He murmurs as his hands close around my wrists, not rough, but firm enough to remind me who's in control. He lifted them above my head, and I kept my eyes on the hallway. "Two weeks no contact, that really hurt me," The grip around my wrists tightened. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." His eyes dropped down my body, while his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" My breath was caught in my throat, I'm scared, really scared because this wasn't the guy I had hung out with. I didn't want to cry or show weakness, but he's really off right now. He leaned into me, close enough to my ear before speaking. "I knew this was coming. It's a pattern with you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop and that I'm scared while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now you deserve a punishment for how you talked to me," My teary eyes met his as he tilted his head and slowly shook it. "All I want right now is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with my pussy while your head is in my lap." I tried to blink the tears away as I felt my nipples get hard just from those words and the wetness coming over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was askin

Chanel just wanted to celebrate her 21st birthday with her girls and a few drinks. She never expected to get chosen. Never expected to get possessed, owned, and devoured. But that's what happens when a good girl meets her worst nightmare. 😈 ⚠️Mature/ New Adult (18+) Copyright © 2025 by LezLane All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means-electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise-without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or scholarly works.

Luca Moretti was supposed to be a legend - until a career-ending injury turned the league's most feared forward into its coldest coach. Discipline is all he has left, and he wields it like a weapon. The players respect him. The press fears him. And behind closed doors, control isn't just his reputation - it's his release. Isola Ren never planned to come back to the sport that destroyed her family. But when she's hired as the team's new physical therapist, she finds herself face-to-face with the man whose name once filled her brother's stories. Luca Moretti. Arrogant. Commanding. Off-limits. Their first clash sparks more than anger. His warning is low and dangerous: "Careful, little girl. I break the ones who talk back." She should walk away. She doesn't. In a world where pain and passion skate the same thin ice, control becomes the most dangerous game of all. And when secrets from the past resurface, both will have to decide what they're willing to risk - for forgiveness, for obsession, and for something that feels a lot like love. A dark, age-gap hockey romance full of tension, obsession, and the kind of heat that burns slow and deep.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.