This story is completed! *** TRIGGER WARNING: Intended for audiences 18 and older. Contains situations some readers might find objectionable including sexual assault, domestic violence. *** Book 1 of the Closer Trilogy, a Dark Romance ..... "Don't you dare touch me," I said, hoping to keep up this surge of bravery. I pointed the lamp at him but he only laughed which was rightly justified. "You think a lamp will save you?" "I'm not warning you again." He was quick to snatch the lamp from my hands so I improvised by grabbing the pillow nearest me, throwing it as hard as I could at him. He didn't even flinch. I started for the door, but he launched himself in front of me, cutting off my path. His hands seized my wrists and slammed me onto the wall. He pushed his lips onto mine, the kiss far from affectionate. ..... NO TRANSLATIONS!! A Henry Cavill Fanfiction

Mia is a film photographer who made her living on her own and lives in the United Kingdom. Due to the fact that she is an avid gamer, she did not hesitate to say yes when presented with the opportunity to work as a set photographer on the first season of The Witcher. As soon as everything was settled, she hopped on the first flight to Hungary in order to get to the recording studio as soon as possible. She was taken aback by how welcoming everyone was toward her, and she found that it did not take her very long to adjust to the brand-new setting. Being social was not her problem, but being physical was. Mia didn't have to wait long to strike up a friendship with Anya and Freya, the actresses who played Yennefer and Ciri, respectively. However, her relationship with Henry, the story's lead character, was anything but friendly. Mia is the object of Henry's obsession, but she cannot let her guard down too easily around him. She longs to be able to let him in, but she knows that her past will prevent that from happening. Highest rankings. #1 in geralt #1 in night hunter #2 in cavill #3 in henry cavill

Alexandra is a Princess of Troy, daughter to King Priam and Hecuba. Twin to Paris of Troy, she is kidnapped in the Temple of Apollo along with her cousin, Briseis. Achilles, who takes a friendly liking in her, protects her while Patroclus falls in love with the Trojan Princess.

Amelia is Troy's long lost princess. She is immensely pretty and the best warrior alongside her brother, Hector. She finally reunites with her family, but one single move from Paris crashes her dreams of a happy life in her hometown. Troy isn't prepared for what's about to come, nor is Amelia herself. Never could she imagine that she'd fall in love with Achilles, her biggest enemy. What is she gonna do? Will she put love above all or will she fight pretending that her feelings were never there? And what happens when she loses the only person she truly loved and trusted? Will she stand up for her city or will grief eat her alive? Follow Amelia through her journey full of drama, sadness, upside downs, love, violence, betrayal and many more.

Life hasn't always been easy for Juliette Morrison, but she feels like now her luck might finally be turning around. Having booked a screen test for what could quite possibly be her first big picture film ever, she couldn't be more ecstatic... until she falls face first into the audition room, right in front of Henry Cavill's feet...

My eyes filled up with warm tears, my lip quivering as I clenched my fists. This was not the Andy that I knew and loved. No, now he was a monster. A cold hearted, disgusting monster. "Get out, Andy." I snapped. "Snow please. I didn't do it!" He cried. "You liar." I said through gritted teeth. Andy shook his head. "Snow I swear-" "Get out, Andy! Now!" I screamed at him, tears running down my face. Andy dropped to his knees and grabbed my hands with his cold ones, bringing them to his shaking lips. He kissed along my skin delicately before looking up with pleading eyes. "I- I love you. I love you- and- and only you Snow. Without you, I'm lost." Andy said in a shaking tone as he shook his head. I snatched my hands away from him and folded my arms over my chest. "You fed from me. You took too much so I wouldn't remember a thing." I said angrily, pushing against his chest with full force. He swayed back a bit but still sat on his knees, shaking his head. "Yes you did! You lied to me! You're a monster." Andy stood. "Snow, please." "Get out." I snapped. "I was trying to protect you!" "Protect me? From what! You sneaking around? Trying to cover up your lies?" I hissed angrily at him, shoving against his chest. Andy stumbled back a bit and looked at me, tears streaming down his face. "No, Snow. Please listen!" "I don't want to hear it." I snapped. "Snow... please." Andy begged. "I don't want to see you again."

What if Lucien did take Feyre against her will? Find out what it will take to get away from the monster she remembers Tamlin as. I do not own any of the characters or anything. All of the characters are Sarah J Maas in A Court of Thrones and Rose

Completed~Life after the war was not the same for anyone, especially the inner circle. But years later when everyone is starting to heal, Rhys and Feyre get a little surprise; but is it a good one? All characters belong to Sarah j mass None of this artwork belongs to me but they are each beautiful 😍 Art credit: ~Kat_adara ~oblivionsdream ~Jana Runneck ~Tara Spruit ~Emily Haynes ~Micheline Ryckman ~Tiara L'Hommedieu ~Jo painter ~Bxromance ~Ashley Simeone

This is a smut book. An andy smut book. Please submit scenes for me to write about. This is mutiple imagines about andy biersack

"You only care about yourself." I snapped. His face softened. "That's not true." Such a lie. He had no shame in lying to my face, nor did he have shame in his behavior or actions towards me. He was selfish. He only cared about himself and no one around him. The games he played with my head. The things he said to my face. Everything he's done to me has broken me more than I already was, so why was I still here? Why was I here with him? Why was I thinking about him and thinking of his feelings instead of my own? "I care about one thing." "What's that?" I asked gently. "You."