Book 1 in the Sins of the City series. ✯✯✯ I wear his name like a scar. Alessandro Rossi stole everything from me-my freedom, my future, the lie I told my father to keep him alive. He thinks I'm a tool to be used, a bride to be displayed, a Fraga to be broken. He thinks the ring on my finger means I belong to him. He's wrong. Every cage has a weakness. Every monster has a wound that won't heal. And I've spent enough time in the dark to know exactly where to sink the knife. When I'm done, he won't just lose me. He'll lose everything.

Hermione knew she was good with kids, but this was beyond the pale. She had been called down to Emergency for a 6 month old infant boy, the original diagnosis was splinching as he had been apparated in with an injured adult but the minute Hermione looked at him she knew better and immediately cast the counter curse and began healing the open wound on the child's chest. Someone had cast a sectumsempra on him. What sort of person would do that to a baby? It couldn't have been an accident. The hit had been dead on and with a target that small it had to have been done on purpose. The story is also posted on Archiveofourown.org https://archiveofourown.org/works/44188648 Podfic (Audiobook) can be found on Archive.org under TrillbySkinner Italian Translation by @HPTraduzioni Vietnamese Translation by @strwbnt3 Russian Translation (probably) on Ficbook (if anyone finds the link, please share it! I'd love to include the translator here!)

This story, which was a Mattheo Riddle fanfiction (character who belongs to @yasmineamaro), is being edited in order to become a dark romantasy Harry Potter retelling. The book will be available in English and French. Now available on Amazon! -> more infos on Instagram and TikTok : @delages_shadowed_quill Blurb : « As the centuries-long war that has torn the magical world apart takes a new turn, young and innocent Aelys finds herself trapped by her father's loyalty to the powerful and feared dark wizard, Darkvis, when he offers her hand in marriage to his heir. Mattheo, molded by his father to be the perfect soldier, loathes the very idea of marrying Aelys. Torn between his desire to please the dark wizard and his hatred for his unexpected bride, he'll be forced to make choices that will form the path towards his future. Whereas, the young witch hides many secrets that only her father and Darkvis seem to know, but which could prove crucial in the dark wizard's gloomy victory in this war that has lasted far too long. »

"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.

She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

A villain takes with the desire of outsmarting the enemy by any means possible. Saros is no different. He fights the hero, commits evil deeds, and strikes fear into the hearts of all the citizens of Wallowdale, but what he thought to be his nemesis' weakness turned out to be his own. {Male Super Villain x Female Reader}

- dramione -ongoing -mature content - contains themes that aren't permissible in non-fiction - OOC sh*t. Paradox par·a·dox /ˈperəˌdäks/ a situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities. When the devil and an angel make too much sense. A story of a demon looking for solace, and an angel looking for chaos. A story of utter redemption, healing, sexual awakening, and paradoxical curses that blanket darkness to the first light Draco Malfoy has seen in years.

He couldn't break his gaze off me. The depths of his midnight blue eyes indulged in seeing me squirm under their cold, unforgiving gaze. He had his guards surrounding the house at all times; his face twisted into a sick grin as he tied me up. I will have no chance of getting out . . .unless he gets what his revenge based on the past. {• • •} "I'm going to give you a two minute head start. No men will be on watch. No doors will be locked. You can run and run and run. You can hide and hide and hide. It doesn't matter, Amber, I will always find you. Use these only two free minutes as a chance for hope. A chance to find your way back. . .home." He flashed me his sinister smirk as he loosened the ropes around my wrists and cut the bounds on my ankles that had been depriving my circulation. "Now," he breathed out as he opened the door in front of me and pulled me to my feet. "run." He grinned, turning his head down at the large watch displayed on his wrist. "Clock's ticking." {• • •} Amber Rain was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. She never would've guessed that a night in her town, a night at a dance club could turn her life dangerous. She didn't know it would be her last night of freedom. She didn't know she'd be paying for the crimes of someone else. Caden Moretti is a corrupted man. He is the leader of the Moretti Italian Mafia. Learning how to kill and torture those who posed as a threat to his family at such a young age has pushed him to insanity. He is obsessed with power, money, sex, and vengeance; he has been ever since his dad was murdered right in front of him for the vital secrets he was keeping. Since then, Caden has always been hell-bent on finding the killer and enacting his revenge. And, he's finally found him. Justice will be served, Using the killer's daughter as his weapon. {• • •} ⚠️Mature Content

Please give this book a chance :) After the nightmare you had you were a mess of tears. Maybe you shouldn't have stayed up reading those Creepypasta stories. After wiping away your tears you got up and grabbed your phone to check what time it was. As your phone blinded you with its light on the screen you let your eyes adjust to it. Once they did you saw that is was 2:00 a.m. "What the-?" You asked out loud to yourself. You put your phone down and turned your lamp on your bedside. When you were about to get up to splash water on your face you saw someone outside. "What the hell is a person doing outside this early in the morning? Are they crazy or something?! Do they know that there are serial killers on the loose?!" Suddenly a tall figure in a white hoodie came behind the person. You went down on your knees and watched from the window. The strange figure hid behind the car that was parked in driveway. The person left their door open and the strange figure walked into the house unseen. "How fucking oblivious can you possibly be?!" You whisper yelled. When you were about to get up from your knees, you started hearing female screams. You went back down on your knees and saw the figure come out of the house. The once white hoodie was now red. He ran out of the house, but then looked at you through your window. You made eye contact. Never blinking. You couldn't see much, but there was enough moon light to see the everlasting smile that was carved into his face. You broke the staring contest and went to your phone remembering that you heard about him on the news and online. You opened your phone and figured out who he was. "Jeff the Killer." You whisper to yourself with a bit of fear in your voice. ⚠️WARNING⚠️: INCLUDES CUSSING, GORE, AND MATURE SCENES. THE COVER IS NOT BY ME. IF YOU ARE THE CREATOR AND WISH FOR ME TO TAKE IT DOWN I WILL DO SO. **Will include Female pronouns, but fill with what is preferred** HIGHEST RANK: #1 in jeffthekiller

The Hunter and His Prey A camping excursion gone wrong quickly leads Violet into harms way. The hunter will do anything to get the prey he seeks, what will happen when Violet comes between him and the prey he is mercilessly hunting down? Read on for a sneak peek! Story Excerpt: I dashed forward hearing his footsteps even louder than mine had been behind me as I raced into the rain. My bare feet sunk into the muddy Earth, making me slide across the terrain as I bounced forward. Strong arms grasped me around my middle, hauling me off the ground and into the air screaming flailing my feet into his strong thighs, swinging my arms back behind me until I made contact with his chest and face, clearly making no impact. He began carrying me back off to the house. "Help," I screamed into the rain, into the endless tress, into the empty forest. "Enough," he growled his face inches from my ear as he pulled me up by arms and led me back into the house by them. He pushed me forward, through the threshold of the door and slammed it behind us. I stumbled forward before turning to face him, aware that I had angered him, shaking from fear more than my cold wet body at what my fate would now be. "Take your clothes off," he said gruffly as he strode towards me. Caught of guard I took a fumbling step backward and stammered, "Wh-What?" "Take off your clothes," he demanded again as he stripped his wet T-shirt away and placed it on a set of three large black metal hooks that lined the wall. He turned back to me glaring and strode towards me stopping so that my face was only centimeters from the fine black hair that covered his immaculate chiseled chest that led down to model worthy abs. His jeans hung low on his body, showing of the V shape of his hips that women lusted after. "I'm not going to have you ruining my home with your muddy wet clothes. Now take them off or I will," he stated bluntly eyeing me harshly.