You always wanted a way out of town and away from the trauma of your every day life, but who knew it would come to you in a blue mask? Your life was certainly troubled. You had no parents- they were stripped away from you by a faceless thing in the woods one night when you were a small child. You had a troubled friend group. You had a stressful, mind-numbing minimum wage job. You had a broken home, completed by the drunken, careless uncle who had once promised to take care of you and your siblings. It made you want to disappear. The grey man dressed in black was a surprise to you after a chaotic night at home, and it was just his luck you even found him. However, what you thought to be a strange new friend was lethal and full of old horrors, and you soon come to find that he wants to be much more than just friends. (Cover art belongs to me!) Started: 8/26/2022 First Published: 10/15/2022 Finished: [Pending]

Ever since (Y/n) had inherited her great grandfather's farm in the desolate town of Markwood, she had been living paycheck to paycheck as a farmer. So when she ends up holding an intruder hostage in her home, she's torn between killing him or keeping him alive. He is one more mouth to feed, but letting him go could mean her demise. Cover art by: nala_fel on Instagram

After Kaido's attack on Kid's stronghold, the crew got seperated. Kid remains in a cell, Killer is captive in the clutches of Orochi and his newly formed personality 'Kamazo' and you feel lost between the barely living bodies of whores. When everyone meet once again after the fight on the floating island, will you find the strength to feel worthy of your place or will you fall into the depths of despair after the abuse on your body? Can Killer make up to you, making you feel comfortable to be in his presence? And will Kid get his shit together to help you out for once? Only time will tell. Story is mostly dependent on the manga, so updates are irregular when Kid Pirates aren't written in the manga chapter.

One piece Killer x female Reader modern AU. Moving to a new city brings a fresh start to anyones life. But what happens when you cross paths with a blonde beauty, who sees nothing in life except for you. Will you change this man's life, or will you let him continue living same old, same old. I own nothing from the anime One Piece. I do not own any characters or reader-Chan. I don't own any pictures used, unless specifically stated, most of these pictures come from Pinterest from other people drawing them and the pictures belong to their rightful artists. I just own my thoughts. I hope you enjoy reading.

----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, therein making her a legend! Easy as pie. Until she gets found. A series of blatant lies and lucky breaks later and she is mistaken to be one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this predicament Kate couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she has to do is keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. What a fantastic position she is in! There are just two problems. One being him. Alessio. The Don, the Godfather, the Capo di tutti capi (the boss of bosses) who has taken a keen interest in Kate. Even that is something she could probably handle for one night. Except problem number two. They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the month. Alessio's interest in Kate threatens to expose her, something she would surely die from. He knows she doesn't belong but it's not as though she could have just waltzed in, right? By the time Kate realizes that not even the greatest scoop is worth the price, she is in far too deep to call it quits now. ~~~Praise for When The Sun Goes Down~~~ Natasha427: "It was so captivating that I may or may not have spent the last several hours holed up in my room frantically scrolling down to read more. I LOVED IT!" uninteresting17: "You're my soulmate. I love just everything about your writing." Daisy_Blue: "Has anyone seen my heart? It seems to have been ripped out and tossed across the ocean." NaughtyPlease: "I am beyond obsessed with this piece of literature heaven!!!"

He's rude, he's arrogant and downright insolent. She's a damaged good with walls built so high it's a surprise even she can see over them. It's almost been a year since Scarlett Valentina has been working as secretary to the suave, sexy billionaire - Jasper Queen - and as her first year draws to a close, sparks begin to fly. Suffering from a childhood of abuse, Scarlett refuses to let anyone get too close until even she herself cannot stop her boss from digging deep into her past. But, will she let Jasper break down the walls and unearth every part of herself for him? Will Jasper stay long enough to seek his secretary out? Through all the scars, tears, truths and tantrums, who will burn and who will make it out unscathed? • THIS BOOK HAS BEEN FULLY REVISED AND EDITED AS OF JULY 1ST 2017 • ● DEAR READERS, PLEASE BE COURTEOUS OF THE FACT THAT THE FIRST 16-18 CHAPTERS WERE WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 14 YEARS OF AGE HENCE WHY THEY ARE NOT VERY GOOD AND PROVE TO BE RATHER NONSENSICAL AT TIMES. THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING.●

"Time is up, I AM CLAIMING WHAT IS MINE!" His voiced shattered throughout the entire tower. He has found me and claiming what is his; me. "Sire please, she not even 21 yet. Please let her stay for the year!" My father pleaded for my life but it was no use. I belong to him. Silence crept through the house before loud banging from large footsteps crept from the staircase. The pleading did not work. He was coming for me. .... BOOM! The large sealed oak door broke down with a simple kick from the notorious beast. I ran to the corner for protection but to no avail. He was taking me to my new life. ------------ My destiny was written before I existed. My family bloodline held much respect throughout generations, we were a perfect fit to be married off to the Vincenzo family. The largest mafia group to rule all of Europe and parts of America. They controlled everything since the beginning of time. So when my ancestor agreed to marry off his 8th grandchild off to the leader of the Vincenzo clan; it was a victory for the family. I am the 8th grandchild. My life now belongs to the Vincenzo clan.

"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline. "Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add. "Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies. *** Anastasia Levkin has recently taken the title of Donna of the Russian mafia after her father died. No one knows she exists, let alone is the most feared and deadliest assassin in the world and the new queen of the Russians. When Anastasia goes on a mission to infiltrate the Italian mafia, she believes it will be an easy task - get caught, lie her way into the Italian mafia and destroy them. Simple right? Except things don't always go according to plan. When Vincenzo Medici, the Don of the Italian mafia, catches Anastasia in his warehouse, he falls into her trap and accepts her into his mafia. Using her as an asset... but is that really all she is to him? The question stands: Will blood always run thicker than water? Or are there exceptions? The more time she spends with Vincenzo and his family, the more difficult her decision becomes. *** *Book 1 of the Medici series* BEING RE-WRITTEN #1 in Mafia (21/03/22) #1 in Humour (22/03/22) #1 in Gun (22/03/22) #4 in Romance (21/03/22) #1 in MafiaRomance (08/04/22) #1 in Don (17/04/22) #7 in Funny (15/11/22) #1 in Assassin (22/02/23) #1 in Violence (26/04/23) #5 in Betrayal (25/01/24) #1 in Plottwist (21/05/24) #1 in Guns (09/02/25)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

× 𝑯𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎? 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒆𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅. 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔? 𝑺𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒔. × I DON'T OWN THE CREEPYPASTA! THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS! MY OC, YUI, MY APPEAR IN THE BOOK TOO! COVER IS DONE BY ME !