I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

"Guys like you don't go for girls like me..." "Good thing I'm not like most guys then, huh?"

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

In which Ròmia died in a car crash and was Reborn in TVD as Caroline Forbes and she isn't about to die for a doppelgänger Blackfemoc~Niklaus Mikaelson

She swallowed, the words still trembling in the air between them. "I just need to know that what I'm sacrificing means something." For a moment, Klaus only stared at her. The room felt too small, the world too quiet, like even the air was waiting for his response. Then his voice dropped, low and rough: "Please, Monroe... don't turn your hesitation into doubt for me." He stepped closer, and the heat of him was overwhelming. His hand traced the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek with a reverence so at odds with his reputation it made her breath catch. "Yes, I will do all of those things for you," he went on, voice steady, dark, certain. "I will kill for you, lie for you, tear the world apart stitch by bloody stitch-all because I am Niklaus Mikaelson. The big bad hybrid." His mouth curled-not as a joke, but as a promise. "And if the universe dared to take you from me, I would drown it in fire and scream at the gods until they gave you back." His other hand slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her against him until there was no space left at all. "But for you-Monroe Prejean-I will do something far more terrifying than violence." His forehead touched hers, breath mingling, eyes burning with something too fierce to name. "I will burn."

"You think you're the heir?" she said softly. "You think the House of Black would kneel to a man who spat on its name?" Twelve Grimmauld Place was never meant to be a safe house. It's a fortress. A crypt. A throne room. When Sirius Black returns with the Order of the Phoenix, he thinks the ancestral home is his to command. But hidden behind blood wards and centuries-old spells is a truth he never expected: someone else has already claimed the Black seat. Regulus's daughter. Raised in the dark. Trained by the house itself. And absolutely unwilling to play by Dumbledore's rules. She doesn't fight for good. She doesn't fight for evil. She fights for blood, power, and the forgotten legacy of the Noble House of Black. And in her house... you don't get to pretend.

When he and his friends auditioned for Love Island as a joke, the last thing Roman Rossi expected was to meet and fall in love with Athena Woods. Athena Woods was shocked when she was picked to be on Love Island. She's a hopeless romantic, but she has zero hope for men. That is, until she meets Roman. -- Love Island 2026 ocxoc

He's been waiting five centuries for a mate. She's spent three centuries convinced she's the only one of her kind. Khalan is the apex of Lycan evolution and he's done with destiny. After five hundred years he's been waiting for the moon goddess to lift her curse. This year's Blood Moon Ball is his final act of defiance. He's closing the door on legend and moving on without a Queen. Avery is a ghost in the high-end art world. A world-renowned anonymous artist, she has spent three hundred years hiding her immortality after a horrific accident claimed her family. She has no idea she was adopted, or that she's a Lycan. She just knows she doesn't age, she doesn't die, and she's utterly alone. But when an invitation arrives bearing a crest Avery hasn't seen in a century, her solitude shatters. Desperate for answers, she steps out of the shadows and into the spotlight. She isn't looking for a fated mate, she's looking for her own kind. The Alpha is ready to give up. The Artist is just arriving. And the Moon Goddess is finally done playing games.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

𝑀𝑦, 𝑚𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑤, 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎе 𝑔𝑜𝑑𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖е𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑤𝑎𝑦 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝐺𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑡ℎ, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒 ˳༄꠶ 𝑖𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑎 100 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑝... ˳༄꠶ Top rankings: #1- sokkaxoc #1- waterbending #19- mother #5- sokka #29- atla #1-firenation #3- airbending #4-aang #1- avatarxoc Started: Apr 10. 2021 Posted: May 10. 2021 Completed: Ongoing (Sokka x oc) (Book 1: Water) (Slow updates because I am a junior in college with a full time job and studio work) ALL ART BELONGS TO ME THANK YOU MADE IT MY SELF ENJOY♡