A love story about a troubled girl and a boy on the run.

|A stalker romance| When Trinity finally takes on her first case as a lawyer, she's completely oblivious to the fact that it might be her last, considering it made her the new obsession of a certain dangerous man. - "Unblock my number, Malyshka." A voice as deep as night says from next to me, the accent slipping with Russian. A warning, a threat..no. A promise. He knows I'm awake. Please read trigger warnings<3 UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY WARNING- THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE!!!

❝𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩?❞ ╰┈➤ IN WHICH your life took a turn when the Wing Hero, Hawks, claimed that you are his wife and the mother of his twins, even when you don't have memories of being a wife or a mother. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Post-Canon ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Canon Divergence ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ NO Anime/Manga Spoilers ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Fluff and Cute Stuff 【 鷹見啓悟 】 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗢 (𝗛𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗦) 𝗫 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗: 𝗔𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗟 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟮 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗: --- My Hero Academia ©Kōhei Horikoshi LITTLE HAWKS ©ASTRAGAZER- ---

'Shoulders back.' 'Rest your hands on your lap.' 'Smile, but not too much. People will know it's fake.' 'Talk when you're supposed to.' 'Show affection towards him in front of others.' "So, Mrs. Valentin I have a question for you?" He gripped my thigh underneath the dinner table as I looked at our neighbor. She gave me a mischievious smile as she glanced at him before looking at me. "How's marriage life working out for you?" My hands started to tremble making him grip them tightly. It was a silent warning. I inhaled quietly and smiled. "It's phenomenal, making me fall in love with him all over again." Who knew the love he has for me would cause a typhoon inside me. ¥ 22 year old lonely, innocent, Jane Fitzgerald was known as, 'Plain Jane.' Nobody seemed to care about her existence and that's why she became isolated from everyone. And she's okay with that. But yet she urged the feeling of being wanted and loved by someone who truly cares for her. Her wish came true when she met Luca Valentin. Everything was perfect in the beginning until the man of her dreams became her worst nightmare. ¥ "Remember the butterflies that colored the air, each time we met? They bounced, like children inside my stomach. And play, a song with the cords of my veins. You clipped, their wings with the knife of your lies. And I, no longer can sense their effect." - Quote written by: Clairel E.

You met your kindergarten crush at a food market and he asks to study Until he asks for you to study at his house, but suddenly asks for you to follow him to a dark under ground room, you could hear muffling and saw a woman then realize your crush isn't who you think he is...... ‼️THIS STORY IS FOR 18+ NOT MADE FOR CHILDREN! Contains: Gore,Abuse,Degrading,Suicide,Rape, And heavy language not suitable for children.‼️ I do not own sangwoo, This is just a Fanfiction of him. The original creator of the 'Killing Stalkin' Manhwa is named 'mOss'

I snapped my eyes to his doing my best to give him the angriest glare I could. Something is his eyes flashed as he pushed me against the couch before climbing on top of me. "Get off of me!" His head dipped to the curve of my neck as he ran his nose along my skin, I felt him inhale slowly as he grabbed my hips roughly. "There's just something about you when you're angry that makes me want to fuck you." (Updates every Wednesday) Honourable Rankings: #bwwm: #1 (2021) #dark: #2 (2021)

- "Has he ever touched you?" - "Is that your only concern?" - "That definitely is one of my concerns, doll. Now answer ME." ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She was moments away from saying "I do" - dressed in pure white and trembling with anticipation until Rex Knight walked in. Her groom fell first, blood blooming like a nightmare across the altar. The next bullet was a warning. For her. He didn't come to stop the wedding. He came to reclaim what's always been his. How dare she stand dressed in white for another man. A mistake. That one he had to correct with a bullet. ❣ But here they are - love drowned in blood, lust laced with history, and only one way forward. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ She's the servant's daughter. Sweet & untouched. He's the arrogant mafia prince who turned her sweetness into his favourite muse... much before they both could even understand these things! ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ "Marry me. Now," he ordered. She stared up at him, her heart hammering like a trapped thing in his daunting presence, "No... n-not until I breathe," she whispered. His sly smirk widened. How he loved this new side of his little Ela.. his precious doll! ❣❣❣ →Dark romance!! Reader discretion is mandatory X

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

* * * Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body. "Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed through my veins as I sprang up and spoke to him in a deadly whisper "No need to be upset? No need to be up-flipping-set? The boy I loved died to save me. He sacrificed himself to the ocean. To you, to you oh great and powerful Poseidon, to you. So when you go through that and get upset well boo-frigging-hoo." * * * Allysia cut herself off that day. Never spoke another word after those 6 words. Blocked all emotions. Until Poseidon DO NOT, I repeat NOT, expect updates to this story to be quick and regular, I merely write when I fancy. Also this is unedited and therefore imperfect, when I have completed it I will go through and edit it thoroughly. #709 in fantasy - December 12th 2016 #460 in fantasy - June 29th 2017 #288 in fantasy - July 16th 2017 #578 in fantasy - October 6th 2017 #519 in fantasy - December 5th 2017 #203 in fantasy - December 12th 2017

On an isolated island stood a tall tower, where a Goddess of luck was kept by a rich man. When the Goddess reached adulthood, her "owner" arrived, the heir of the Albrecht family, Leon Zigmund Albrecht. When Leon laid his eyes on her, he was instantly mesmerized, and that night, he completely owned her. But the next morning, his goddess was gone. The moment they met again, he swore to take her away, especially seeing a mini version of her beside her. This is a story of a young genius CEO teaching and guiding his wife to live in the modern realm.