[Human!Vox x Fem!rReader] Vincent Whittman was once the boy who offered you coffee after an accident in the hallway. Now he's the man interviewing you on live television. He's charming. Successful. Beloved by millions. And he knows you too well. As your fame rises and his presence becomes impossible to escape, you begin to question what really happened in the past and how far Vincent went to keep you close. Because love isn't always sweet. Sometimes it's calculated.

"What do you want?" You ask nervously. Obviously, this is a ransom. Money? Drugs? What else could it want? "Just some company is all. Nothing serious." Your face falls flat 'Seriously?'

Vox x Female Reader !!TW!! When Violet appeared in hell 3 years ago, she quickly got the feeling she did not belong. She disagreed with the divine judgement, and when she saw that angels came down from heaven to exterminate the souls of hell, she saw an opportunity instead of a massacre. Hiding in the shadows, she began to steal money from those in hell with power, the overlords, in hopes that one day she will make enough to bribe an angel to take her back with them to heaven. To where she felt she belonged. Saving the biggest fish for last, she sought to rob Vee tower, not knowing it would lead to what she feared most: Facing her sinful nature. (This story involves a lot of dark themes and is a smut fanfic so please read author's note!)

A treaty masquerading as a wedding. A marriage built on surveillance, contracts, and delayed execution. When Vox is forced to marry an angel he was once ordered to kill, cruelty becomes policy, obsession becomes survival, and love, if it exists at all, arrives twisted and dangerous. This is not a romance. It is a captivity. ⸻ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨.

•𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 •𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 •16+ 𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖! It hasn't been long since I've been in Hell. Despite the immense effort it took to get used to it, I've managed to adapt. I don't remember how, much less why, I'm here. After trying a few part-time jobs, saving up for rent, and getting the right references, I landed a job interview with the tech giant VoxTek, owned by the powerful media overlord Vox. The only thing I can hope for now is that everything goes smoothly and I get the job. How hard could it possibly be? •⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS SMUTS AND MANY ELEMENTS THAT COULD BE HARMFUL FOR TO THE FAINT OF HEART⚠️• •𝐶𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑃𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡

*this is a short three parts story with an open ending to which I may add parts in the future. > Alastor was gone for seven years, no note or answer. So who could blame you for finding solace in his enemies arms? But when he comes back, it seems he expected to find you waiting for him. A type of chaos ensues you weren't prepared for. Would you have to choose between them? • vox × fem!reader × alastor

Leaving France to go to New York to go to an Ivy League school for coding wasn't an easy task espesially as a woman in the 80s. Suddenly, a man slides into the booth of the coffee shop you'd been studying at. He brings more peace to you than expected, but he has a dark side to him, but maybe you do too.

A book filled with deep talks, second chances and finally, a moment of peace for Vox. This book does not contain heavy angst or adventurous fights, my focus will be mostly on deep psychological problems and it's solving.

𝑉𝑜𝑥 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡． 𝐻𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑡． 𝐴𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 '𝑍𝑒𝑟𝑜', 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑． 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡． 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 - 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟． 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆.