Harry comes out of his shell and starts to enjoy the pleasures of sex with the help of two friends of his. His thoughts are on another, but he doesn't think he has a chance... or does he??? --- This work doesn't belong to me (It belongs to 'tas' on another website) and am just posting it on here so I and others can read it on a website we love

Avalyn has always been good at running; it's what she does best. But when fate offers her a chance to break free from the shackles of her past, she doesn't just sprint away, she charges headlong into the unknown, ready to face whatever challenges await. Fueled by an unwavering determination, Avalyn embarks on a relentless pursuit to find and hold those accountable for their misdeeds. Amidst the darkness, she discovers individuals worthy of being saved. With her enigmatic history both pushing her onward and haunting her every move, she remains resolute in her mission to purify the world of those deemed unworthy of existence. Yet, she doesn't tread this path alone; her past demons refuse to let her stray too far. And perhaps, that's just fine. After all, where's the thrill in running if there's no chance of being caught? "Dirt-clouded vision and earth-filled lungs. Every breath devoid of air. Every bone crushed by the weight of the world. My fingers fought to free me, and when I made it to the top, it wasn't relief I felt." !!This is the second book of the duet. Please read Patient A-3 first!! ⚠️ This is a reverse harem and a DARK romance ⚠️ 18+

A not so innocent nymphomaniac comes across two sexy men trying to steal her heart. What happens when she wants them both? "Can I have you both?" No MXM Rankings ⭐️ #1 in Emo #1 in Mature #1 in Sexy #1 in Relationship #1 in Drama #1 in Love #1 in Trouple #1 in ALT ©Copyright 2024. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie on wattpad.com. Thank you. SEXUAL CONTENT

After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without warning, Delicious's pimp decides to sell her off to two brothers named Amir and Yoshun. Surprisingly, love is sparked between Delicious and Amir making this a relationship a taboo. However, she learns that things are not simple, the simple man that she knew is from a secret society where polyandry is allowed and is a huge rule to follow. Tied up in conspiracies, Delicious learns that in this world there are many secret societies that exist, and order must be maintained, or hell will break loose. While Amir and Delicious fight to save their relationship from being broken, many parties seem interested in Delicious and will do everything in their power to take her away from Amir. Delicious is now forced to fight them while being involved in a polyandrous relationship with dominant men who will not take no for an answer. *All celebrities used in this book are used for fictional purposes only and has no reflection on these persons real life.* *All celebrities used in this book are used for fictional purposes only and has no reflection on these persons real life.*

She walked into that club ready to sell herself- not for pleasure, not for desire, but because desperation makes even innocence cheap. She expected darkness. She didn't expect to stare straight into the eyes of the devil who ruled it. Aryan Abdullah. A man who kills without blinking, commands without raising his voice, and destroys anything that shakes in fear before him. She shouldn't have seen the blood on his hands. She shouldn't have watched him pull the trigger. Witnesses die in Aryan's world. Always. No exceptions. But she wasn't killed. No- he chose a fate far crueler. He stepped behind her, wrapped his arm around her waist, pressed his chest to her trembling back, and locked her shaking fingers around the gun. "This is hell," he whispered, before forcing her hand to fire the bullet. Her innocence died with the gunshot. Her soul burned with it. Her freedom was buried beneath his claim. "She is mine." The moment she became a sinner, she became his- a possession carved in fear, a witness turned weapon, a girl the devil decided he was going to keep. She wanted to save her father. She ended up belonging to a monster. And Aryan? He doesn't want forgiveness. He doesn't want redemption. He only wants her- terrified, stained, and tied to him with blood she never meant to spill. In his world, hell isn't a punishment. It's a home- and he just dragged her inside.

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

His irises swirled slowly, an enticing pale silver against his stark black lashes. They illuminated slightly, so quick it was gone in a blink. He broke our eye contact, lifting his head straight. A darkly amused expression appeared. It happened so quickly it seemed like a mask appeared. I blinked myself out of my trance, and turned on my heel to see what was at the receiving end of his humor. Augustus stood there. His face contorted into anger as he took in my ruined dress. His hands shook in his fury. "Roman." Augustus nearly snarled the name. "Have you come to join us, little King? The party was just getting started." So his name was Roman, some big secret. I rolled my eyes at the reveal as well as his taunting sentence. "Davina, what is going on here?" Augustus asked, his eyes full of betrayal. I had never seen him so guarded. I could feel his anger through my bones. His words were careful. What was he talking about? My brows furrowed at the insinuation, "What?" A line of smoke floated around my right shoulder and come between Augustus and I. How convenient. I had the desire to swipe it away but didn't. "What can I say, she...seduced me." Roman purred. His voice was a sensual whisper in my left ear. I subconsciously lifted my shoulder and backed away from it. Not only because he had lost his fucking mind, but also because it shot down my spine, caressing my skin. ** This book contains mature content. I will not give a maturity warning in advance, besides this one. The list of trigger warnings is as follows: DARK THEMES/violence/sex/mature language/r*pe/blood/beatings/war/torture/death/dominance/weapons/selfharm/suicide ** This book is 100% my original work. Any parallels between this writing, and another book are strictly coincidental.

"I hate you" "Fucking too bad I'm your mate" I glared at him sitting in this damn steel box, I don't wanna get stuck in this freaking elevator with him! "It's your fault why were here!" I sat on the corner taking off my high heels...I can feel his eyes on me once I took off and wiggle my toes to make me feel so comfortable. "It's getting hot in here" he mumble and stood up taking off his office suites damn the shitty abs I may or may not drool as of this moment until I notice his eyes on me,I blush when he saw me staring at him. "Like what you see?" I rolled my eyes on him. "No, I'm just wondering how many gay population licked that abs." He sighed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? You didn't know the whole story for what happened that day to judge me!" "Oh ofcourse I don't!!!! I don't need too anyway like some people say to see is to believe my dearest mate!" Three step and he was now infront of me boxing me with both of his arms. "I guess you want another kiss my love, do you miss the taste of my lips that day? Do you like to....kiss me now so I can prove to you that I'm not the person you think I'am? Or maybe you can test me on your bed tonight when we get out of here? So I can prove to you my sexuality...." his eyes is full of desperate desire licking his lips he move closer and closer until our lips are inches apart. Little did he know my blood preasure is boiling enough to think of anything to keep him away from me. "Do you hear me Debura?" I tighten my grip on my Lv bag before I stoke it in his head. His eyes got wider before he collapse infront of me. The elevator ding open as I stood and pick up my heels smiling brightly to the man I just manage to knock down. "Yes I can hear you Tastian!" Published @27May2017

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for pain but nothing happen. He froze smelling me. He pulled away with his eyes wide. He looked my over in shock and I looked at him confused. What was going on? "It's you" he stated. "You're the one"