ᴀʟʙᴜꜱ ᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴜʟꜰʀɪᴄ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ, ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ꜱɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ? ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ, ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏʀᴅ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ? ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʜᴀʀʀʏ, ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ 2 ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀʙᴜꜱɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴀɪɴ ᴀ ꜱᴜʙᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ ꜱʟᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴀɪɴ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ, ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ? ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴀʟ? ᴀɴᴅ, ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴍ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴀᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀʀʏ (ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʜᴇ?) ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪɴʜᴇʀɪᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ

Imagine marrying a mob boss in order to clear your loving father's debt to the mafia...

"When I first saw you, I thought I'd have to kill you." "Uh, excuse me?" "But now I'll kill anyone that even thinks of laying a finger on you," he said, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "How times change, huh?" ~~~ Atlas, a young chef, was simply trying to survive in the big city. When a mysterious intruder, Emil, breaks into his apartment, Atlas is thrust into a life completely different from his. As Emil takes a liking to Atlas, will the chef run away? Or will the crime boss give him a reason to stay? ~~~ [mxm]

❝"Already, you haven't been here for half an hour, and you are already in my office. You three just got here." He sighs in disappointment as he pinches the bridges of his nose. "This is the quickest someone's been in my office." There is always a first for everything I guess. "He called me a fag." "And you talked about my father!" The guy with the blue eyes barked at me. He's kinda plain looking, his clothes are neutral colours. But his eyes completely stand out from the rest of him. "Well how was I supposed to know your father was dead." He growled at me and I scoffed, "You shouldn't have stepped in something that didn't have anything to do with you." "Letting the fag tell you what to do?" The guy with a dragon tattoo erupted in laughter and I pounced on him. I grabbed him by the collar. "Call me fag again." "You guys need to stop-" "Fag."❞ __________ This isn't the best, but it's definitely better than my first book. Once again I thank you guys for reading that book, it took me too damn long to complete. 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 (05/17/24) 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 (07/28/24)

❝"Milo please tell me this is you?" "...Yea, it's me." I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn't hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn't hurt. "I've missed you." He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap. "M-Me too, but you're going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter." I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away. "Sorry. I just didn't think I'd see you after so long." He looked at my outfit. "You changed your style." "You too." I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt. I clear my throat, "Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!" I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn't want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, why would you think that." I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on. "Because you're literally running away." I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes his and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little. "Caleb... Milo?"❞ _________ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 (07/28/24) 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 (11/15/24)

My last ever hp fic besides if you guys want any one shots! Hope you like❤️

(Please know your own limit. This book is really not for easily triggered people. Read the Author's note carefully before proceeding.) Based on a prompt by a reader I want to be ruthless. . !!The story contains: -Explicit content -Stockholm syndrome -Abusive relationship -Violence & aggression (And more) so if you are not comfortable with it, please do not proceed with reading!! . "Aren't you just the cutest?" ... It has been a public secret that The Abadeer family is the most feared and powerful household in the world. A mafia family under the disguise of a conglomerate who doesn't even bother to cover their ugly scars on the surface. The Boss and head of the family, Sargon, is very well-known to be the vilest and most ruthless among them. The biggest tycoon in both white and black markets, including many pleasure houses filled with strippers and prostitutes across the city. It is also very well-known that Sargon's men will randomly kidnap a beautiful person on the street one night every month as a tradition. Then, they will sell/rent him/her at a much higher price. Kei comes from a very humble background. An orphan who has already lived alone for 2 years and worked diligently as a cashier in a small supermarket. That night was his unlucky night as he got kidnapped by Sargon's men on the way home from his job, forcefully sealed his fate to become a prostitute at one of Abadeer's brothels. And very much unlucky for him, The Boss has come to visit and wants to be the one who breaks his seal. And once the seal is broken, what Kei's fate will be? Will it make the situation even worse when the embodiment of a demon, disguised as a very handsome mafia boss take a liking on him? ... -This book is a fiction with MewGulf as Cast Start : 16th October 2021 End : 22nd December 2022 Approx. 150,000 words Copyright© 2021 By Underline. All rights reserved.

A boy stood at the edge of the balcony, peering down at the floor beneath him. He knew all it would take was a single step to end all of this. End the pain. End the struggle. Just as he was about to take a step off the edge, he felt hands wrap themselves around his waist, ripping him away from the edge. "How dare you even try to escape us in this way..." A deep voice said him. Though the voice seemed quiet and calm, the boy knew better. Another voice made its way into his ears. "You should know that even if you succeeded in your pathetic attempt at escaping us, we would do everything in our power to be with you even in death." Yes... He knew this fact all too well. Tears rolled down his face, knowing that there was truly... No way out.

"Mommy was a prostitute, of course I followed in her footsteps and became a stripper..." --- Alex James is an antisocial nerd during the day. However, hidden behind his dark framed glasses and baggy hoody is a hot and muscular body. At night time, Alex sheds his nerdy persona and becomes Alexandro, the sexy and alluring Number 1 stripper at Russo BDSM Nightclub. Alex worked strictly as a stripper for 4 years, nothing more and nothing less. After the urging from his only friend, Alex finds himself signing up to become a submissive, hoping to find a dominant that is willing to make him his. Alex still remembers how all of his previous exes broke up with him. They told him he was perfect, yet they said he was simply too tall and muscular for them. They wanted someone more...small and cute. So, Alex doubts that anyone would want him. What he did not expect was not one but two doms were interested in him. Alex is shocked to find out that he knows the two doms. They are none other than his popular classmate Maxwell Ricci who is known as the bad boy of the University and their Chemistry teacher, Caiden Russo! When the two of them find out his dirty little secret, Alex hastily agrees to be their submissive for 6 months. However, Alex begins to notice some strange things about the mysterious men. They are always guarded by at least 5 guards, he can't go to the third floor and they would always speak in Italian to each other. That's when Alex realizes it, his doms are part of the Italian Mafia! Well, things just got a little bit spicer because Alex is the lost mafia prince of the American Mafia, the Italian Mafia's sworn enemies! --- Start Date: 3/26/2022 End Date: TBA

What if Lily hadn't had one but two baby boys? Harry James Potter and his brother Wilson Fleamont Potter were twins yet it was always easy to spot the difference in the boys. Harry had their mother's green Avada Kedavra eyes while Wilson had their fathers Hazel eyes. Harry had his fathers poor eyesight while Wilson had perfect vision. Harry looked like his father while Wilson looked more like Lily while he still had bits of his father in him. What if Dumbledore thought of Wilson to be the child of the Prophecy? Is there even a prophecy? What if Voldemort and Harry had a connection deeper then most would believe to be true? He may not be The-Boy-Who-Lived. But he is The-Boy-Who-Loved. The world would soon know it too... .... All rights belong to J.K. Rowling This idea was somewhat inspired by so many fics I have read about Tomarry but it will also be original in my own way Do not be offended and do not hate if it is bad. I am not a good writer