A perfect man exists? Yes, he does. He is perfect enough to carve out imperfection in his life, his love supposedly sweet or is it just a show? A disguise to keep her chained to him. A cycle of murder, danger and sweet lies surrounds her.

Deadly assassins Allegra and Ace have been trying in vain to kill each other for years. With a mutual enemy threatening their mafias, they find themselves in an unexpected alliance, and soon discover killing each other isn't the only temptation they need to resist... ****** Allegra Grey is poised to be the next great American mafia leader, and she's more than living up to the name. A skilled assassin, there's only one target who's ever gotten away from her-suave, sinfully handsome Ace De Luca, heir to the Italian mafia and the Greys' biggest rival. When both mafias are faced with a dangerous threat, they're forced to work together to protect their families, and unexpected sparks fly. Allegra definitely isn't one to sleep with the enemy, especially an arrogant womanizer like Ace. But there's an undeniable electricity between them and Allegra's not sure it's all hatred. Ace may be bad news, but Allegra's never been afraid of a little danger. As the fire they're playing with grows to a scorching blaze, one thing is clear: trying to kill each other may have been difficult, but resisting this intense chemistry will be impossible. [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes, violence and gore

Intrigued by a mansion only you can see, you venture into its domain. What lies in wait, when you meet the owner, who is a man of intrigue himself, of the mansion and enter a world separate from the world you know? Will you only be a puppet in the man's schemes or something else? I do not own the cover picture or music videos (or any content within the videos) used in this story. All rights go to the respectful owners. I do own my writing, so please do not steal. Thank you for reading. This story is also on Quotev under my profile name Darkened Warrior.

I opened my eyes and thought I was in heaven I soon realised that I was mistaken This was utter hell I'm in an otome game and I'm not a major character! Honestly whoever decided to do that is an utter troll. Well, I don't want to be a minor character, I want to have fun.

soul mate /ˈsōl ˌmāt/ noun noun: soulmate a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. The connection of soulmates is physical. The images drawn on your own skin show up on your soulmates as well. Cuts, burns, bruises, and blisters also shared with soulmates. When one is felling pain, the other feels it too but to a lesser degree. Though there is a connection, there are limits. Marking personal information, locations, appearances, and the such will show on the writers skin, but not the soulmates skin. (y/n) was sure her soul mate played volleyball. Constantly feeling a light tingling sensation on her fingers and forearms. But she guesses it's only fair, as she loved art. It was impossible to not get paint on herself accidentally. After many failed attempts to meet with her soulmate, they both kinda gave up. But of course this is a story about (y/n) finding her soulmate. So maybe she hasn't given up completely. Takes place mid/end of season 3 and in season 4 This is kinda cool: Ranked #5 in xreader (Feb 25,2021) Ranked #16 in haikyuu (Oct 2, 2020) Ranked #1 in Tsukishimakei (Oct 2, 2020) Ranked #13 in Art (Oct 2, 2020) Ranked #6 in Tsukishima (Sep 4, 2020) Ranked #1 in haikyuutsukishima (Jan, 2021)

It's said that an angel's blood can resurrect a person. The purer the blood, the more powerful the resurrection. To find an angel is hard, but to get their blood is even harder. Imogen and her sisters are down on Earth for a "trip". She's left with two other angels, one who wants to commit sin. They're ambushed and attacked by a vicious group of demon warriors who want their deity alive. They'll do anything for angel blood and they've got them. Three angels, two who are almost as pure as you can get. Balthazar and his team are trying to stop the warriors from collecting the angels and their blood. What he doesn't realise is that the one person he doesn't want to save is his soul-mate. With his walls slowly breaking, will they be able to be together? Or will their differences be too much to bear? Only time will tell but it's running out for Imogen, and time won't stop for anybody. Completed 10/2012 Highest ranking: (tag) fallen - #23 (tag) demon - #255

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

A burnout intellectual. A bipolar outcast. A insecure artist. A childish rival. A...tenacious best friend. And the cherry on top of your already unlucky situation? A mysterious psycho intent on destroying everyone with you as the self-destruct button. Literally. They're all out to have you as their as their own. Even if that means playing into your personal demon's mind-games. You may not know much about this hellish situation you've been plunged into but you all know the outcome. This ends in blood.

I can not think back on when the wolves made themselves known. Of course we learned of it in history but my brain was too packed of other useless facts and numbers that listening to the droning of creatures befell me. All I know now is they are known. I also know they kidnap girls from school and call it love.

Disclaimer... [Highest rating: #7 in Science Fiction] "Please, sir." He stared at her with glittering eyes, his fingers once again steepled. He appeared to take pity on her a second later and rose from his seat. "My office Ms. Sanders." Feeling jittery and angry, she stood. On unsteady legs Christy followed her boss, ignoring the curious looks she was receiving. She felt nerves and something far more potent swirl in her stomach as she left the conference room behind. The minute they stepped into his office, three things happened. The door slammed, the walls went dark and her back was roughly pushed up against the glass. Christy didn't have a second to protest as a wall of heavy muscles thrust against her and she gasped at the unbound pleasure ricocheting through her body. Mr. Humack buried his head between her neck and shoulder and let loose a growl that had a stab of pleasure accosting her most secret place... He bit her shoulder and she yelped. His deep baritone was smooth with husky passion that made her shiver. "I will have you, Christal." It wasn't a promise. It was a threat. **** Christal Sanders had expected great things from her new job as a Space Pod designer and Current Affairs rep. Unfortunately, after six and a half cycles of working for Mr. Humack, reality was a little too much to stomach, after all her high expectations were reduced to little more than silent treatments and the occasionally frosty glare directed her way. She was convinced this couldn't be all there was to her life so she filed a vacation request, but it was denied. Her boss wouldn't let her leave, and that's when things got weird. She found herself having a string of bad luck, and a not-so-epic faint, that ultimately revealed something that would change her life completely... Of course, not before it tied her to the Jude that had caused it all, Her boss. And now they had no choice but to be joined at the hip while trouble follows them across the universe.