"Knew you was ride or die Some vibes you can't deny" MADDY PEREZ X MASC OC GXG BLACK INTERSEX OC

Y/N Archer is vampire, wolf, witch hybrid. After being on Earth for so long, she has vowed to never become involved with humans on a deeper level. However, when Ariana Grande and Y/N Archer meet, Ariana becomes determined to break down Y/N's walls no matter what it takes. *Y/N G!P*

"No one will love you like her. It's pointless, like tears in the rain." ---- ArianaxReader Gp reader

▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Kai tightened his hand around my hand. For a second, I thought I wasn't able to breathe. I wish I could explain how Kai is able to make me feel whenever I'm around him. It's like something just gets over me. I feel happy. I feel safe. Why can't I just bring myself to say yes? "I'll wait for you." He said. The yearning in his voice could have knocked the wind out of me. I looked deeply into Kai's eyes, and that was when all the constant swarming in my mind paused. I could no longer fight it. I wanted Kai. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Nineteen-year-old Celeste Dumonte is just trying to find her footing in college when she unexpectedly catches the eye of the university's star quarterback. What begins as a thrilling romance soon collides with the shadows of her past and the shadows of her family's past. Kai Stone, is reeling from a painful breakup that's left him questioning who he is beyond football. When he meets Celeste, her quiet strength and complicated past draw him in deeper than he ever expected. What begins as an a spark quickly grows into something that feels like destiny.

It only would make sense to keep the bloodline as royal as it could be.

Being on a world tour is nothing new for Billie Eilish. But when her old manager gets fired, and Harper-sharp, stunning, and maddeningly professional-steps in, things start to feel... different. Harper's rule is simple: no mixing business with pleasure. But Billie's charm, wit, and raw vulnerability chip away at Harper's walls. And Billie? She's falling too-but fear, fame, and forbidden feelings make it hard to breathe. In a world full of cameras, pressure, and packed schedules, how do you stay professional when your heart's off-script?

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

A love story

"You deserved a real man to protect you and take care of you." Mm. So much for that. "How could I have done that sitting behind bars?" He takes my face in his hands. "There wasn't a day that went by where I didn't think about you, baby." I close my eyes as a tear drops down my cheek that he gradually wipes away with his thumb. "I've missed you so much, Leila." He says in a deep raspy tone. His lips hungrily fall to mine. They feel so foreign yet so warm and familiar. Both of us fighting for dominance as our tongues twirl against each other. My breathing hikes and I can't help but feel the wine taking over my body as I drape myself over his lap. I need him so bad right now. He starts biting little trails down my neck, getting close enough to one of my sweet spots. I push off him, and rising to my feet. "Nah. I don't believe you." Backing away from him. He returns a confused look. "Lei-." "If you missed me, you would've reached out to me." He finally stands. Sticking both his hands in his pockets. "One year you've been out. What the fuck have you been doing all this time?" I yell. He takes a step forward. Ting. Both of our eyes cut to the elevator. There's a loud drunken screech, "Damiannnn!" Who the fuck is this bitch??

When a serious journalist and a billionaire in a scandal meet.