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, the love that slipped through her bloody hands. She has a past she should have burned to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she pours coffee in a quiet corner of New York City 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.

sodani au ft.KATSEYE FANFIC ≠ REALITY MATURE CONTENT 🔞 Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story may contain mature themes intended for adult audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

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's hand caught my chin. Then- Her lips crashed onto mine. My eyes snapped open. The cold sweetness of the nectar mingled with warmth - hers, mine, impossible to tell anymore. Her mouth coaxed mine open further, taking back what I had stolen. Slowly. Thoroughly. Not a rush. A reclamation. Her lips moved with such control it made my knees weaken. It wasn't just a kiss - it was a statement. You don't win against me. My body tensed, trapped between wall and woman - royalty and rebellion. Her fingers slowly slid from my jaw then to my throat, brushing the skin there like she owned it. Her other hand planted firmly beside my head, holding me there, commanding. I didn't resist. I couldn't. Every movement of her lips was deliberate - drawing out the flavor, the heat, the punishment. She didn't let a single drop escape. I melted into her kiss. Or maybe I burned. Her tongue flicked the roof of my mouth. She tasted the last hint of sweetness and didn't stop. I let out a muffled sound - somewhere between a gasp and a groan. She finally pulled back, barely an inch, breath grazing my lips. Her chest rose and fell against mine, both of us unsteady, caught in the aftermath. "You think you're clever," she whispered, her voice husky, her eyes darkened in a way I'd never seen before. I blinked, still stunned, lips parted. "You're not," she said, lips brushing mine again - featherlight. Then she stepped away. Just like that. Back straight, chin high - as if nothing had just happened. "Next time," she said, voice cold again, "touch my dessert, and I won't stop at your lips." Story Description: The Shadow Reaper - born of vengeance, trained to kill, untouched by mercy. Until she meets Princess Yasmin - beautiful, calculating, and dangerously in control. A cold-blooded assassin and a calculating princess collide in a battle of power, desire, and control-where every kiss is a challenge and surrender is the deadliest sin.

"Why did you show up at my school? Why did you corner me in the bathroom? Why did you kiss me? What did you mean you can pleasure me in more ways than one?" So many questions were running through my head and not having answers was driving me out my mind. "I can't answer any of those questions-" "Why the hell not?!" My hands were bawled into fist as she looked down at her own hands, as if contemplating what she should do. "Are you here as my patient, or as a personal matter?" She asked as she got out of her chair. I watched as she walked towards me. Today she was in a suit. A very alluring, seductive suit that seemed to make my mouth water. "Please answer Miss Wilson before I become irritated," I cleared my throat. "Personal," she nodded her head and walked up to me. With each step she took forwards I wanted to take five backwards. "I showed up to your school because I couldn't stop thinking about you. I cornered you in the bathroom because I wanted to see how you would react to have someone stand over you, and watch you squirm until you fell to your knees," she was standing directly in front of me now. "I kissed you because I had been wanting to do that since the moment I laid eyes on you. I wanted to know how your lips would quiver under mine. How they would part as I stuck my hands in between your legs and circled your clit. And as for the last thing," she ran her hand through my hair and pulled my head back. Her lips went to my ear, "you knew exactly what I meant," a whimper left my mouth as she started nibbling on my ear. "I'm going to fuck you now Miss Wilson," I felt my inside starting to burn as she ran her tongue down my neck. She started sucking on my collarbone making my knees go weak. "And if I'm being honest," she moved back up to my neck and once her tongue touched that spot a moan slipped out mouth. This seemed to arouse her as her grip on my hair tightened. "I haven't felt this excited to fuck someone in a while,"