(Ghostface X Depressed Female Reader) Premise: A young women has recently moved into a new home that her late grandfather passed onto her. Between her loneliness, anxiety disorder and depression, she finds her one way to cope is by researching and learning about serial killers. Through her facisnation she becomes mainly obsessed with the infamous Ghostface, and upon a faithful night, comes face to face with him. Gradually she builds an intimate relationship with the killer, and rather than fear him, looks forward to his nightly visits. -Trigger Warning ⚠️ this story contains content that may or may not upset some readers, with issues relating to self harm, alcoholism, abuse, and mental health disorders. (However, if you came looking for an xreader story with a serial killer, you're likely prepared. Just wanted to put the warning out there.)

Revenge. I'm familiar with it. You have to be when you're the firstborn son of a notorious mafia leader. Death and vengeance have been the very foundations of my life. So who in their fucking mind would be stupid enough to cross me? My brother and I have been wrongfully convicted of a crime we didn't commit. We know who is behind this. We bid our time behind bars, planned and prepared for the day we got out. Now we're free and hungry for redemption. I know what must be done. I know whose blood will be spilled. But before I go after him, I'll go after his daughter. I never said I play fair. *Book one in the Marino Brothers Duet. Rated 18+ due to explicit language, sex, and violence.*

Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

This contains the steamy, R-rated chapters of The Closer. Readers unable to access the private chapters in the main book due to any problems can read them here. For the main story, refer to my profile. ~~ What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy

*®*Mature readers only please..*®* "Come with me. Just give us tonight. Please Kelly." he said making me look back up to find his eyes burning into mine. His hand was outstretched towards me. The choice to take it, mine. I gulp, as my heart rate thumped wild and untamed. Just like him and the way his touch erupted the wild hunger within me. Before I could think much about it, I was reaching a quivering hand towards his. Heat erupted when his hand touched mine and I let in a sharp inhale of air. Those eyes burned into mine as his hand circled around my much smaller hand and he smiled softly. Taken away yet again by those captivating blues, I was soon letting him lead me forward. *°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*°*° ****From my one shots*** !ALL RIGHTS RESERVED! DO NOT PLAGIARIZE ANY OF MY STORIES!!

*This is a FREE book with PAID exclusive chapters* [The Dad I'd Like to F*ck] "You should be careful," Devin said calmly, bending over to scoop Rory into his arms. "This bathtub can get incredibly slippery." "So I noticed," she said dryly. Mortified, she noticed how erect her nipples were. They stabbed the air like tiny knives of arousal and she was positive that Devin had noticed. "I think I can walk now," she said quickly. To her relief, he set her on the ground and reached for her towel. "This is the second time I'm rescuing you," he said, in that quiet way Rory was beginning to recognise as his annoyed tone. "Let's not make it a habit." Rory tightened the towel around herself, wincing from the motion. "I slipped in the tub. Hardly a rescue." A dirty look crossed his face. "I haven't had sex in two years, Rory. Consider yourself rescued..." He turned to leave "...from me." She was speechless. For starters, this had been the longest conversation she'd ever had with Devin Shaw and, secondly, she was positive that he wasn't as crazy as he let everyone believe he was...

Carlos Larves, he was the king of romancing (well in his head, he was). He knew how to trigger your self-control and he relished on your discomfort. He gave pleasure, the right amount of passion and if necessary there'd be just an ounce of pain. Carlos, he called himself the inducer. And for him Tori was simple. He wanted her beyond compare that no one else would understand because she wasn't just one of his usual conquests but so much more. She was different and he wanted her to feel what he could do before anything else. Tori Battes, she was a simple college student living in California who came from a small town in Tennessee. She needed a work when she decided she wanted to go on her own and when she finally got a work as a housekeeper, she didn't know she would be in the house of this so called "inducer" with a twist of an oblivious past history. There was a secret behind Carlos that she didn't even know to begin with, it was something she would have to find out but not until Carlos fucked with her mental stability first. Let's journey with them. NB: this story is intended for audiences 18+ years or older, but if you think this story would stimulate you, go ahead.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

MATURE - EROTIC Amelia had a cliché love for her best friend, a love that you read so much about in other romance novels. The difference though? One journey changed her cliché feelings to an accidental passion of lust and temptations. Their story isn't based on puppy love but pure, primal sex drive between two best friends who come together accidentally on their journey. Was it love or just lust between both who continue to find themselves entwined with each other? Unlike the cliché stories; he wants her. He wants her on him every chance he can get. What will happen when it's time to go home, if their sexual relationship can survive until then? A mature book, based on Bumpy Ride; from the authors one-shot collection. Cover by @Sweetblast