[Historical AU] Fire Emperor Zuko is a ruler who follows the tradition of possessing a court of consorts. He treats them well and goes about his duties running the Fire Nation. You are one of six consorts, enjoying the palace life without any worries. The Fire Emperor may have forgotten about your existence, has never laid a finger on you, and would rather eat his shoes than bother with his consorts... but that's okay! You love being insignificant in court politics and enjoying your life of leisure! It isn't until you take one tiiiiiny step out of your usual habits that you end up acquiring His Majesty's complete attention. Unwillingly. And he just won't leave you alone! Fire Lord Zuko x Female Reader || Characters are in their late twenties. Genres: Historical Romance, Comedy, Fantasy, Smut Alternate Universe, Historical World with bending elements still present.

"My father says Azula was born lucky. He says I was lucky to be born." "Well I say you're lucky to be you, and not to be them." Zuko X OC 𖤓Completed 𖤓

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

Thea May is an innocent 16 year old who goes to a private boarding school where she's bullied and humiliated. She's struggles with food and feels she'll be alone forever. That is until she's forced to live at school, where she becomes close to him... He is 17 and the towns bad boy. Always getting himself into trouble with a history of being a playboy. He owns the school and takes a special interest in bullying one girl in particular, Thea. He's very charming but has anger issues and can become very toxic and possessive. The story starts out very basic and kinda cringe but stay with me bc it gets less predictable and there are lots of twists. There are also some plot holes bc I started writing it a while ago without thinking anyone was gonna read it. DISCLAIMER there will be lots explicit moments in this book as well as touching on some heavy subjects like mental health,a little ddlg, mature scenes, abuse, ed's, self harm

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲." "He was danger in disguise. She was the spark he never saw coming." When shy, artistic transfer student Aera Valencia steps into Crestwood High, the last thing she expects is to catch the attention of the school's cruelest heartbreaker-Damian Ashbourne. He's rich, reckless, and rules the hallways with a smirk that hides scars no one dares to touch. From day one, she becomes his new favorite game taunted, cornered, and claimed in ways that blur the line between hate and obsession. But as secrets unravel and masks start to slip, Aera realizes there's more to Damian than just venom in his words and fire in his eyes. He wants her. He'll break the world to keep her. And he might just destroy her before she even understands what it means to be his. In a school full of lies, power, and darkness... love might be the most dangerous game of all." "What happens when the one person you should hate... is the only one who sees you? Can love bloom in the shadows of obsession and pain? And when secrets explode and loyalty is tested... will they survive each other, or burn trying?"

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.