"No one is born evil. It is merely circumstance that makes them that way." Ezme does her best to stay out of trouble, and in a world over run by gangs, mobs and mafia, that's no easy task. Her family stay out of it, live an ordinary life as much as they can, but there's nothing that can stop them when they come for her... Highest rating: #3 in Violent Original cover edit by twitter user @HANEUL7900 *completed* 18+ CONTENT! RATED MATURE FOR OBVIOUS REASONS. Do not read/interact if you are a minor.

He's searched for the right one for years...his patience growing thinner as each passing day goes by...the right one, the one he can sell the lie to, until it is too late for her... Bound is a story of a choice gone terribly, terribly wrong......... Complete as of March 20th, 2019. Please follow the tale into TWISTED, the new thriller by FireWoman74

Bryony is a girl that would definitely prefer to be in the shadows rather than the spotlight. In a class assignment she is partnered with a hot jock and gets an opportunity to go back to his house. Was it a mistake?

❝you look so good in red❞

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

As young and wealthy heiress desperately runs away from the memories of her noble life in Spain, she turns to France, where she moves in with some relatives (Giry) until she finds a new home for herself. There, she quickly catches the interest of the rumored Opera Ghost, who is quick to claim her as his own. Just as as their feelings begin to blossom, their pasts begin to chase after them, threatening to end what had only just begun. Regardless, their relationship manages to move from dolce to appassionato. IMPORTANT NOTE: This fan fiction refers to the Phantom as "Emil" and not as "Erik."

Elizabeth was adopted by the Daae family when she was just 4 years old. After the death of Gustave Daae when Elizabeth and Christine were 10, his trustworthy friend, Madame Giry, takes both Elizabeth and Christine to the opera house, where she lives. The story starts the day of the performance of "Hannibal" and through a winding sequences of events, Elizabeth finds herself down in the catacombs. And soon, comes face to face with Him. Christine couldn't see past His deformed features, but Elizabeth could. She learned to see the man behind the mask. She saw that he was no monster. He was simply a broken soul, who was looking for any ounce of affection. Christine couldn't understand why Elizabeth cared for him so much. Things escalated quite quickly when Raphael, Raoul's younger brother, comes to the Masquerade Ball. The brothers seemed to always intervene when they are not needed. But, what happened after that dreadful night after Don Juan? Well, I guess you will just have to read and see. #10 in #phantomoftheopera 9/5/19 #1 in #christinedaae 9/26/19 #5 in #phantom 9/30/19 #1 in #phantom 10/9/19 (I obviously don't own the rights to all of the Phantom characters. The only character that are mine own are Elizabeth, Raphael, and the kids. This is my first time writing, so please, bear with me. I've also made some changes to the story line, to fit in with the Elizabeth character.

Years before his birth, it was prophesised that his soul would never be whole, that his heart would never beat in rhythm to his other half. Micajah was born with a dark soul, a soul that was corrupt. A soul that was more wolf than human. A soul incomplete. Nothing but an imperfect creation that walks earth. He will never have a true mate. When his turn to rule the wolf kingdom arises, after the death of his mother, he is forced to choose a female that has already been rejected from her true mate. Alongside his rise to the throne, the wolf kingdom begins to tear itself apart. An uprising begins. No one wants a creature, hated by the Moon Goddess herself, to rule. Even if he is the only royal heir by blood. Even if it is what tradition dictates. A male more beast than man, can never yield humanity, let alone love. But humanity can be learnt, and love seizes all - even those with corrupt souls.

"Don't look at me like that." He says sternly. I clear my throat in embarrassment. "I wasn't looking at you like anything." I tell him and he rolls his eyes. "I see the lust in your eyes and smell it between your thighs. Don't lie to me, love." He says and I scoff. Kilo Apollonios: Daughter of WolfGod Apollo and Queen Hecuba. Rejected by her mother she was raised by her father. A kind hearted, innocent demi goddess she goes to a Gala only to met by the most intoxicating man she has ever met. Little does she know, he is 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙣 Lucifer Morningstar: The beautiful fallen angel. He rules the underworld, known as hell. Looked down on by his many brothers and sisters yet he has the the most important, and the hardest job. Forced to attend a Gala hosted by his father, he meets her. His visibly innocent and pure mate. Will she accept him regardless of the terrible things she has heard about him? Can they make it through the bumpy ride or will they fall out of their seats? Read to find out!! Accomplishments: #1 in wait #1 in tease

#1 in the Kingdom series Sneak peak - Xavier growled possessively, walking towards me like the predator that he truly was. Staring into the endless pools of his eyes, I saw as raw, primitive need took over every ounce of him and all it did was turn me on more.