Eastmount Psychiatric Hospital Project Black Widow Patient n. 384 Name: Harry Styles Date of birth: February 1st, 1883 Date of admission: March 20th, 1905 Date of death: - Additional Information: Disappeared on September 6th, 1906. 24/11/19 #15 in fanfiction

One of the most powerful man in the world. He was called Octavius. Cruel, coldblooded, and completely unobtainable. The Devil in a Brioni suit. The mere whisper of his name was like lethal poison that burned through the hearts of millions. Penetrating, and clear amber eyes that made grown men weep, and women burned with seduction. Behind the curtains, no one knew what he looked like yet he was always in control. It was a reputation he had fought to establish, one that brought him power, wealth and just about... everything. When a series of unfortunate events lands her into the very strong, powerful arms of Octavius, it was everything she'd been warned about. The beautiful brute, Octavius, moody and controlling in every aspect. She had never met a man as brutal, and stormy as him, someone she couldn't help but sprout wild, random phrases to, and offer hugs. A man that always gets what and who he wants because that's how his life works. Until it doesn't. Until he stumbles into a five-feet angel with the sweetest smile, and adamant about being friends. - preview - "Has any man ever made you so crazy you thought you'd die if you didn't get his cock inside of you? If you couldn't feel his fingers digging into your thighs as he spread you open and devoured you whole? Have you ever come over and over, so hard and so many times you couldn't be sure where one ended and the other began?" His strong, veined hands gripped the backside of my bare thigh, tracing over my skin, itching higher and higher and I could feel a deep ache building inside my lower region. My mouth slacked, at a loss for words, all I could do was whimper softly under his possessive touches. "Answer me." Big, forceful hands caressed my chin, almost gripping my neck, only retracting as I let out a tiny breathless sigh. His dark deep amber eyes were on fire with a carnal sexuality that I had never seen before. "Use your words."

All that is hidden will be revealed... A BWWM reverse harem age-gap story.

[COMPLETED] "Theodore?" He snaps his head back to me and gives me a small smile. "Where have you come from?" I repeat myself. "Bad people." He mumbles and shuffles closer to me. "Safe here?" I pursed my lips and then nodded my head. "You're safe here." Eden Rose, a successful business owner, finds a strange man in front of her house in the middle of the night. Theodore Thomas was taken as a baby and used as an experiment his whole life. He finally escapes and stumbles across Eden Rose, who he happens to take quite a liking too. #1 in cute on 5th of March #15 in romance on 5th of May #1 in bwwm on 26th of May

"Luci I wanted to-" "Don't f*cking call me that," Lucifer interrupted, speaking in a monotonous voice, whilst staring intently at the marbled floor beneath his feat. "It suits you though!" Dior defended in a giggly tone, but his expression did not change. "I said don't f*cking call me that." "You can even give me a silly nickname if you'd like," she proposed. Silence "Eh, you'll learn to love me one day." Little did she know, he already did. ------------------------------------------------ After the kidnapping and torturing of Dior Delilah Hamilton, the only daughter of the biggest mob boss in New York, Dante Hamilton, her father had no choice but to hire a full-time bodyguard for her, otherwise known as : Lucifer Alistair. Dior Delilah Hamilton Despite how the world has treated her, the contagious smile on her face never faltered. Bringing joy to those around her was her addiction, and the innocent aura surrounding her can never go unnoticed. With 3 older brothers, and a mafia man for a father, she was protected beyond belief. Or so they thought... Lucifer Alistair. His name itself causes the strongest of men to shiver in their boots. And boy did he live up to his name. He'd been let down all his life and learnt to never expect anything from anyone, because everyone will leave you in the end. His mind was set. He was to be a lone wolf til his last breath. Broken, misunderstood, heartless, soulless even, Lucifer could not be fixed. That was until Dior slithered her way into his shattered heart, and vowed to make it whole again. ---------------------------------- I don't own any pictures used in this story All rights reserved, do not copy my work

What would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stumbled across an imaginable crime that he committed. - "I like you.. I like you a lot" I said shaking in fear as I stared into the gun burrow. The man chuckled darkly, for the first time since I met him. "Even now when you're inches from death." He asked. "E-Even now." I said, my lungs filling up with burning air as the gun is moved and pressed into my temple. "Then you're more of a psycho than I am."