Evangeline Rosewell has too much love to give. Fortunately, the three people she loves the most are exactly the same way. ( THE INFERNAL DEVICES TRILOGY )

⚠️ warning: mature content, including gore, abuse, mental illness( small scale),sexual relations, and some beastial play between protagonist and the wendigo "Heed this child of thorn, From whence they came, 'Twas the darkness born. Unite with beasts of gore and shade, In an intimate embrace with those forbade. Lay thoust head upon his chest, Your hair entangles in his claws as you rest. The horned one knows his bride best." There are secrets in our world, dark secrets. Magic has been lost to humans. We no longer see the fairies in the field nor the gnomes in our gardens, but they're still there. As this tale makes it painfully clear. The formidable Wendigo, tall and horrific in appearance. The cunning Omen, with his deceiving beauty and sinister appetites. The grouchy Grim, damned devourer of souls. The princely Unseelie, with secrets he adores and a court he abhors. The brooding Magpie, cursed by a gift made from love. The Hawthornes are an eclectic family in the magical world. The cursed ones that even those of their own kind shrivel away from. Content with each other's company, this never bothered them. The only thing missing is a woman to love, a bride. Four girls with four stories and one choice to be made. One of them is chosen by the Hawthornes and they choose our dear protagonist. Whimsy and nightmare blur together in a fairytale of an unconventional love between five inhuman creatures and a woman brave enough to possess their hearts. (A/n: This book will not be about four different girls. After the introductions are made, one will be the protagonist. Just thought I should clarify.)

NOTE: This fic has been discontinued as I have made a new version of it. Check it out from my profile! ❝aut simul stabunt aut simul cadent❞ You remember crying out as you reach towards the door. When the lever had been pulled, your whole world crashes right before your eyes. Then you wake up, having arrived in Nockfell. ❝Pain. Death. Suffering. When will it ever end?❞ 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. [[ SPOILER WARNING: There are spoilers if you haven't played the entirety of Sally Face! ]] 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿 : I do not own Sally Face, it is owned by PortableMoose (or Steve Gabry). All I own are my own characters, the plot, and the cover.

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"...as soon as her hand twisted the doorknob, a very disturbing scene unfolded right in front of her eyes. A young, brunette girl, sat completely naked in Alexander's lap, her wide hips moving fast up and down, moaning loudly, riding his shaft while he held her by the waist, looking up at her with such raw desire, that it simply made Iris's cheeks redden in embarrasment. But what drew her full attention next, and made her loudly gasp in utter shock and horror, was all that crimson liquid dripping from his mouth, down his bare chest, the source of it being quite evident, judging by that relatively big cut on the brunette's left shoulder. Monster... Her mind whispered, standing rooted in the same spot, frozen in fear. Her whole body started shaking uncontrolablly, totally unable to proper react, while Alexander's hypnotising eyes were now fixated on her, staring at her with such intensity, that it almost made her lifelessly collapse on that floor."

Mia Tennyson, a young psychologist, finds herself jobless after a year of working in a local hospital. Having a hard time finding a job, she was very surprised after finding out she's been accepted in Riverscope Prison as their new employee. Although not satisfied with the job she was given, Mia soon faces a man who turns her world upside down. She falls in love with the guy who doesn't know how to love. Warning: it can consist strong language, violence and mature scenes

"Just go Harry." I sigh. "Harry didn't mean to make you sad, Harry I-is sorry." He says to me in third person like he always does, but this may be the last time. ~~~ When an autistic man falls in love with an artistic woman.