MxMxFxMxM "It's okay to quit, mami." Elliot whispered in my ear. Shivers shot down my back as I felt him move around me. I stared ahead, my heart beating wildly. The feeling of wooden pole lightly grazing my back. "He's right, honey. You can, we won't be mad." Vincent said. My eyes shot to his from across the mat. He stood there with his hands behind his back. I growled softly. I quickly turned and went to grab the pole but was stopped short when my body was slammed to the ground. "Mmm. Our angry little baby is getting quite frustrated." Close to my face was Sammy smirking at me. He had my body trapped under his. I felt desire and anger boil in me. "You guys don't play fair." I said softly. Sammy chuckled while he was doing that, I shot my knee up and hit his stomach. He yelped out and I quickly shot up. "Ha! I won." I said while doing a little dance. I felt a little kiss on my neck then my arms were being drawn back behind me. My eyes drooped a little as they continued down my neck. "Good job, little one. But what's going to stop you from me?" 𒊹︎𒊹︎𒊹︎ Arabella Davis is a orphan who can't remember anything from the time she is 10. Now that she is 17 she finds herself in a mental hospital but was transferred to a school for the gifted. The Academy of Dark Arts. She meets four mysterious men who find interest in her and now they want her to themselves. DISCLAIMER- THIS IS A GROUP RELATIONSHIP AKA A POLY RELATIONSHIP. IF YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THAT OR UNDERAGE PLS CLICK OFF!!!!! Thank you

{The Wattys Awards Shortlist} The Saint's Brotherhood motorcycle club was known all over town, they were ruthless. They were feared, they got their reputation from one member in particular, one member that was so unbelievably intriguing and mysterious, people made legends and stories about him. They didn't know his name, didn't know who he was, where he came from, and they didn't know what he looked like for he wore a mask. The man himself struck fear into everyone he meant, he was the club's personal Devil. But she was okay with him.

"Are you ready, baby?" I'm asking her as much as I'm asking myself. She never lets her eyes leave mine. "Mm," she nods and I push all the way in. Her face twists in a mixture of torment and temptation. I hold myself still, feeling her tightness wrap every inch of me. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers. "No one will ever get you like I do. No one will ever f ck you like I do. No one will ever love you like I do, baby." --Though she's young, Silvie has spent a lifetime paying for other people's mistakes. That's what landed her in the sights of a wolf. A Gang of Wolves to be exact. Everything Wulf does is for his motorcycle club, but when Silvie- young, innocent, and sweet, enters the picture things change. He takes an interest in the little pixie who becomes more than just a payment for her brother's debts. What happens when a woman begins to tame the beast of her predator? What happens when a wolf learns he wants to be a protector? ** This story is a Dark Romance. If you want a fairy tale, read Cinderella. Yes, this book has a HEA, but there are a lot of bumps and bruises along the way. This book is real and sometimes raw. If you have triggers, expect some of them to be pulled** Highest Ranking - #1 Dark Romance #1 Age Gap #1 Alpha Male

Now being published on Radish! On a seemingly average night, Wren is dealing with the normalcies of her life-working at her bar, dealing with shitty drunk customers, and counting the minutes until she can go home to her fiancé. Her plans are quickly thwarted when two masked men barge into her bar after closing time. Despite her best efforts, they kidnap her, shackle her inside a desolate farmhouse and keep her as their prisoner. Wren soon discovers that the man she planned to marry wasn't what he said he was--not even close. Because of her fiancé's secret life of drugs and crime, he owes the Russian mob a lot of money, and her kidnappers plan to keep her until every dime is paid. Wren soon finds herself questioning what's worth fighting for. You'd think freedom, right? But that was before Wren knew just what was at stake. Her cold-hearted kidnapper known as Ace--who's not as much of a stranger as she led herself to believe-- soon shows Wren he's not as similar to the devil as he seems to be, and freedom might just be more dangerous than she had expected.

(Terzo x Sodo x Reader) Against your better judgment, you take on a portrait commission with suspicious beginnings. You are an atheist thrust into the world of Satanism as you meet and paint for the earth's most charming antipope. Will you walk away with your worldview untainted? Or will your little chats with Papa Emeritus the Third leave you changed forever? And what of his ghouls~? -Who is that in your motel window your first night in town? This fic likes cheeky banter, discourse and character driven plot. It's an extremely slow burn featuring Ghost BC 's Papa Terzo, Dewdrop and a little Swiss. Reader is Afab non-binary and isn't described~

I stared at the two hellish looking creatures that had welcoming grins on their faces, if you put aside they fangs that poked out under their upper lips. "Say that again?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "You signed the contract from hell, we are your faithful servents." The tall one nodded. "I didn't sign shit." I scoffed, starting to shut the door. "Actually, Miss Alyson, you did." The shorter one said as he shoved a paper into my hand as his foot stepped between the doorway. I grabbed the paper from his hands, frowning as my eyes glanced over it. It was my hand writing. I opened the door back up, scowling at the two. "May we come in, Miss Alyson?" The taller cocked his head, the smile still very intact. "No." I huffed as I slammed the door, quickly locking it.

when y/n copia returns back home to help her dad with the ministry she meets four new ghouls, one in particular that catches her eye however she puts that aside while she catches some sleep. Little did she know she wouldn't be alone while she slept as there was a silhouette watching over her.

-Átropos. -¿Qué? -preguntó confundido. -Átropos quiere decir cuando algo es inevitable, inexorable, Dabi -expliqué burlona, por lo idiota que es a veces. -¿Y qué? -Nuestro encuentro fue átropos. ••• ¡Obra hecha totalmente por mi! No se aceptan copias ni adaptaciones. Todos los derechos reservados al autor.

No se como me empezaste a gustar, pero desde el primer día que te vi, no puedo dejar de seguirte. [este fanfic es inspirado en los villanos de el anime Boku no hero] ♡ 27/junio/2020