"I've decided that you are now my puppy!" "One, I'm a werewolf. And two, I'm not yours." Her soft smile changed into a sinful grin as she stepped forward, tilting her head as she stared down the teen glaring up at her with her sharp, cold dark blue eyes. Her favorite color. "My puppy." ••• Monday Addams. Cold, possessive, demanding, and a sadistic little psycho who's far worse than her twin sister, Wednesday. And once she sets her eyes on something, she would do anything to have it. No matter what. Fem! Addams oc x Intersex! werewolf oc Season 1- in progress Wednesday fanfic

Rowan Thorne doesn't exist. Not the way a person should. She walks through the world wearing a name that was never hers. She doesn't speak of the house she came from, of the man who made her what she is, or the love she held too tightly and let slip through her bloody hands. She has a past she should have burned to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she stands behind a counter in East Village New York, pouring coffee and pretends she's someone she isn't. And then when aspiring writer Allison Clarke strides into the café, Rowan is instantly hooked. Allison is everything she could ever want: tough, smart, and sexier than her wildest fantasy. She would kill to have her. Rowan knows she should stay away. She won't. What begins as curiosity becomes fascination. Fascination becomes need. Need becomes obsession. Because love like Rowan's isn't gentle. It's possession. It's devotion. It's ruin. Rowan wants you. Rowan needs you. Rowan loves you to death. (Welcome to the psychological thriller where the softest voice is a predator's whisper, the mask looks back when it smiles, and the first red flag was already hanging on the door: OPEN.)

This fanfiction follows Lucy but there's something different about her than every other girl. She has both female and male parts and she's never really used them until now. ⭐️⭐️⭐️ I should also mention that this story IS NOT MINE, its from a vary talented writer on fanfiction.net ⭐️⭐️⭐️

The Thirteen. A fearsome group of demons who rules the earth millennia ago. They had everyone living in fear each day. They ruled with cruelty and greed until their own clan banded against them against them and sent them back to hell with the help of a priest killing them all in the process. It is said that if anyone had a blood relation to any of the clan members anyone could use their blood to awaken The Thirteen. For three thousand years The Thirteen were imprisoned. That is until they weren't.

Killers, despoilers, slavers and thieves humans name them, but not one of these titles begins to describe the depths of their depravity. They have neither mercy nor honour. They roam and kill in darkness called up by their foul sorceries. From their kingdom born from the depths of malice and hate, with malevolent eyes, the Dark Elves bring woe and destruction to all the shores of the world.

agegap | poly | gip Loving two people is something the world often finds strange. To others, it seems wrong, unacceptable to hold more than one person in your heart. But love has never followed rules written by anyone but itself. You cannot predict the future, nor can you command your heart to love only one soul. Sometimes, without warning, it chooses more than one... and you are left to navigate the truth of your own feelings. Warning: ⚠️ Some intersex people may have breasts and a penis, while others may have both a vagina and a penis along with breasts.

Life in hell is not what they expected, but they make up for it chasing demons on earth.

FANFIC ≠ REALITY MATURE CONTENT 🔞 Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. This story may contain mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised. PREVIOUS ACHIEVEMENTS: #4 gl #6 latina #9 intersex #14 lesbian #4 lunch

Nova a 18 year old girl who's carrying more weight on her shoulders then most will ever carry in their life. A troubled home life and an insecure mind she just craves some safety and an escape from the life she's been living. She's already battling her horrible home life, insomnia which ultimately means she's struggling in school. To throw it into the mix she has a new strict English teacher who she thinks will be the worst thing to ever happen to her. She didn't realise how wrong she was. Aurora jones a 28 year old English teacher who doesn't let anything slide past her. Late? Don't come at all assignment not done? Not her problem. She seems cold and reckless but it's soon about to all change. She doesn't do relationships, never has. But what else can you do when you find yourself looking at your student maybe a little too often.

Princess Yasmin caught my chin- and claimed my mouth. The taste of stolen sweetness dissolved into heat as she kissed me-slow, consuming, deliberate. Not hunger. Control. My breath faltered. Her fingers slid to my throat, light but owning, while her other hand caged me against the wall. I didn't move. Couldn't. She took her time-every press of her lips deeper, sharper, undoing me piece by piece. A broken sound slipped out before I could stop it. She pulled back just enough, her breath hot against mine, eyes dark with something dangerous. "You think you're clever," she murmured. Her lips brushed mine again-soft, taunting. "You're not." Then she stepped away, composed, untouchable. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." ❃❀✿❁✾✤ Princess Yasmin of Solmira-calm, powerful, and known for her striking beauty-is not someone people get close to. She's kind, but distant. In control. Untouchable. Until she saves the wrong person. Althena was supposed to be just another life spared-a stranger pulled from death and given a place within the palace. Instead, she becomes a disruption Yasmin can't ignore. Bold where she should be silent, fearless where she should bow, Althena challenges her... and flirts like she has nothing to lose. And for some reason... Yasmin lets her. What starts as tension turns into something deeper, something neither of them planned. But Althena isn't just a survivor. She has another identity. A darker purpose. And her presence in Solmira is anything but an accident. Now, with secrets growing and feelings getting harder to ignore, one thing becomes clear- Because when darkness finally meets the light... one of them might not make it out the same. #wlw #enemiestolovers #slowburn