What if they didn't live happily ever after... all artwork belongs to respective owners

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

-"I know we haven't seen each other in a long time, but I think I've been in love with you ever since." -help from working partner, @bloopsthetic

[FICTION AWARDS 2019 WINNER for Best in Mystery/ Thriller. FEATURED in WATTPAD MYSTERY/ THRILLER profile. ] Jackson Wolfe is WoodVille Asylum's most notorious patient with a history of atrocious violence. The doctors and the nurses are aware of Jacks previous history. Jack is the ring leader in the institution. He is also charming, and manipulative. He wants something done, he gets it done. No questions asked. Riley Frazer is the hospital nurse who gets assigned as Jack's nurse. At first Riley is just curious about Jack, but soon curiosity gets the better of her and Jack maybe a bit infatuated with the nurse. And that's when the murders start. Someone is carving up the patients in the asylum. Could it be Jack getting creative? WARNING: NOT A CLICHE ROMANCE. Includes murders, swearing and dark themes. Jack In The Box All Rights Reserved 2018 - 2021 © KittyKash92

Jacklyn Cordy is trying her best to live a normal life after witnessing a horrific crime. After receiving an anonymous note, she realizes no matter how hard she tries, life as she once knew was gone. And just like that, everything is taken from her. "He gripped my chin with his hand, forcing my eyes to his. "I'll be back for you baby. You'll see me soon." " WARNING: suicide, sexual assault, abuse, and strong language.

The best villains have back up plans, but even Maleficent couldn't have predicted how deviously delicious her 'Plan M' would turn out. That is to say, Sleeping Beauty isn't the only baby Maleficent ever cursed. She cursed her own infant daughter, and now, years later, Mal must battle the terrible fate her mother wrote for her. Mal/Ben.

F/n lived in a small village in the military empire of Roan. Since her village couldn't pay taxes, the men were murdered and children and women were sold into the slave trade. F/n and several others were bought out by the Emperor himself. Having caught his attention, F/n uses it to her advantage so she can find a way to escape. Naturally though escaping a man who shows no mercy was never an easy task. All artwork belongs to respective owners

[Modern AU] Charles swears he didn't so much push the hot guy into a stack of nonfiction books, so much as accidentally fall into him after the guy insulted his taste in books.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of the sleeping Ki Bum in the bed parallel to mine. He looks ethereal in the morning light. I reconsider the dark curtains just because he looks beautiful with the sunlight illuminating his face. I glance at the clock, trying to distract myself and slow down my heartbeat, seeing it is only 6:13 am. Too bright to go back to sleep, too early to get out of bed. I roll over all the way to get a better view of Key, it can't hurt to look at him just for a bit. Blond hair messy and falling softly on his forehead, bow-shaped lips slightly parted, blankets half covering his legs, half on the floor, his torso bare. My heart beat escalated, much too fast to be normal. But what is normal for me? This feeling had been there since the trainee days, not as intense, but always present.