Todos cargamos con un poco de locura dentro de nosotros. Y es esa irracionalidad la que lo alimenta, la que dibuja una sonrisa que muestra sus dientes afilados y listos para romper piel y destilar sangre. Él puede olfatear la locura en tu alma como un sabueso entrenado, hambriento de dolor, destiñendo decadencia y muerte. Shhh, no digas su nombre. Cover Art & Design: Consuelo Parra

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River. A girl utterly oblivious to his way of the world with a curious heart determined to understand the extent of his nefarious ways. River comes to realize that Harry is hiding something much deeper than ever expected, only once those secrets are ultimately revealed, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

Desesperada por ser madre, Helena hizo lo impensable: un pacto de sangre con Lucifer. Pero lo que creyó un milagro pronto se convirtió en su peor pesadilla. Su hijo no era solo suyo... también era del Diablo. Ahora, cuando el Príncipe del Infierno regresa para reclamar lo que le pertenece, Helena hará todo lo posible por evitar perderlo. Sin embargo, ¿cómo se enfrenta una simple mortal al ser más poderoso del inframundo?

Encerrado en una jaula subterránea, Caleb, el Alfa más poderoso jamás capturado, ha sido reducido a un experimento militar. Durante meses ha soportado torturas, estudios y aislamiento... hasta que huele por primera vez a Liliana, una científica que no sabe que es su compañera destinada. Su sola presencia despierta al lobo dormido. Su olor lo vuelve incontrolable. Su sangre lo reclama. Ahora, el vínculo es inevitable. Y Caleb hará lo que sea para protegerla. Incluso si eso significa destruir todo para reclamar lo que es suyo.

Dannielle escapó de una de las redes de tráfico infantil más grande de Francia, fue recluida en un psiquiátrico durante cuatro años y dada de alta por mejoría. Ella, en un intento por retomar su vida, ingresa a la facultad de Medicina de Hamlëin creyendo que después de salir del infierno todo sería cielo y qué error. La caja de pandora se abre y las secuelas de su pasado despiertan de las peores maneras. Edad recomendada: + 15 años.

La vida tenía el destino marcado para ambos, sin saberlo las personas a su alrededor los unirán. Savannah y Bastian se verán envueltos en la pasión, la lujuria y el amor, así como en traiciones que no sólo los destruirán a ellos, sino también a los que aman. CONTENIDO FUERTE, LEEN BAJO SU RESPONSABILIDAD.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.

Una chica, dos hombres, una tentación. *** Se suponía que Sofía solo sería la niñera de sus hijos y se suponía que el matrimonio gay que la contrató no la vería de esa manera... Pero lo hacen. Ellos la quieren. No solamente quieren una mujer que ame y cuide a sus hijos, buscan una nueva obsesión con la cual volverse adictos. Y Sofía podría serlo. Advertencia: contenido +21. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS ♡