I was 8 when I got promised to Andrei, my childhood friend. We shared a great bond and comfort with each other. But we didn't love each other. That word wasn't in my vocabulary and perhaps nor in his. I am genophobic. I am scared of sexual intimacy. I married Andrei, not aware of someone's eyes on me all through these years. Danzel Lavigne. I had no idea that my husband's older brother was obsessed with me. Completely, insanely obsessed. He wanted me from the moment he saw me but his father refused. The don can't have a disable as his wife. I am mute. My life turned for worse after Andrei died and I was summoned by the devil. He was supposed to kill me, avenge his brother's death but..did I mention he has a blindspot where I am concerned?

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! His movements hastened, her moans intense. She felt him leaning to her ear, picking up a different angle, his hand moving under her body to grab her breast like a possession, his thrusts fast and hard, his sweat bathing her skin. She came undone as loud as she could have been, pulling the sheets in her small fists, making a mess with her juices. He remained embedded, listening to her breathe, letting her come down from her high, waiting for her to realise what sin was she condoning, what parlous pleasure was she devouring. She remained unmoving, focusing solely on bringing back her dwindling breathe before he decided to speak, closer to her ear as he was, his teasing demeanor was unmissable, his sardonic smile imaginable. "Found you" . . Cat and mouse game could last only so long, it was only about time he clutched her in his claws ready to tear her apart. Tara managed to keep herself safe from his clutches for three long years. Three years of betrayal, longing and chase. She had her share of revenge, it was his turn now. Everything shall be repaid in blood or pain. Or both. In continuation with my previous book "Stuck"

Content warning: Storyline is scandalous. Don't read if you can't handle dominating and toxic men. It's an erotica. What happens when a Professor gets obsessed with his student who is 22 years younger than him. She surrendered to him because of money but little did she know that she had already entered the cage of lust and obsession. Will she ever be able to come out of this forbidden thing or will she surrender to his madness?

The death eaters have a group chat and it's complete chaos. Voldemort bitches like his life depends on it, Everyone is afraid of Severus, Lucius is simply exhausted, The Carrows are attached to Severus, and much much more. I own none of these characters

' One puff, and then a second. He simply couldn't stop himself from going for another drag. Just like he couldn't stop averting his gaze towards her sleeping figure, bathed in moonlight. One more glance and then I'm done. But he knew he was lying to himself; right from having their clothes being unbuttoned, to being an entangled mess together- the memory burns a vivid picture in his mind. The brown of her eyes- so warm, so intense, as if he knew looking deep into them was going to leave a mark on his soul. One more puff, and then I'd stop. But her skin, all soft and smooth seemed to inch closer, as though his touch was burning her to ashes. And she wanted to be burnt. Their moans were muffled within the confines of these walls, like the rings of smoke clouding his vision. Her lips that moved in complete sync with his own- disguising as his rehab, only to taunt him into relapsing. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and then at her, and just wondered- Why was I under the wrong addiction all this time? ' It has been some time since the war and most of them had moved on. But not her. She was trying to but one tempestuous night someone arrives at Hermione's doorstep like a hurricane. And the world comes crashing down at her feet. What will she do now? #slowburn #triggerwarning #mature content

Snape thinks all is well and that he can leave the memories of Hogwarts forever in the security of a new life in the Muggle world, until an old enemy from his past returns to exact revenge on him. Will his bride stay by his side upon learning about his past and the first love whose memory he cannot seem to let go of, or is she going to walk away, leaving Snape to live the pitiful lonely life he once dwelled in? ******************************* "Do you still love her?" Silence. "Yes. A part of me still very much does," he finally confessed, as a hot tear left Meredith's eye, falling on her cheek. She bit her lips hard as she tried not to cry, so hard she could taste a little blood, but it was nothing compared to her bleeding heart. Which woman's heart would not shatter into pieces knowing she was sharing a romantic place with another woman in her man's heart? ************************************ Disclaimer: I don't own anything and everything you recognize from the Harry Potter world here; all belong to JK Rowling. A/N: Some things/facts/details from the original story by JK Rowling have been changed (e.g. Snape is still alive) to fit my own story. You don't have to know the whole of the Harry Potter world to understand this story. Enjoy reading. This is my first fanfiction / longer-writing attempt, so, any constructive criticism is very much welcomed to help me improve my writing skills. Enjoy reading! :)

(two years before The Golden Trio age) You received your Hogwarts letter and had started attending when you ran into Professor Severus Snape. All was fine until you found him snooping around your house trying to find out who you were. He doesn't know that you've been there for him since his birth...

this story is about hermione granger had to get married to severus snape he has other lovers that are not happy of what next wait to find out (sorry i suck at this i hope you guys like this story

It all happened in a second, leaving Hermione's soul to travel back to before the war in order to change the course of time. With her husband's death plaguing her thoughts and memories of their romance, Hermione quickly realises that her past has been changed. When she encounters two mysterious voices whispering menacingly in the corridors of Hogwarts at night, Hermione doesn't know yet that her soul has been sealed with a horrible fate, threats lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to strike. While struggling with understanding the new dangers that oppose her and fighting to win her lover - Severus Snape - back - their romance forgotten with time - what neither know is that the clock is ticking and that a "soul [is] lost in an eternal time of misery." ▽ϟ▽ "They say that loves has no limits, no barriers. Someone I cherish used to say that our love will conquer time or death. Yet here I stand Professor Snape, in front of you, and the passion that once bore these noble obsidian eyes as they lay on me, exists no more. I yarn every day for your touch, the way your rough finger traced my naked body right after we made love to each other, or your lips, those same lips that swore to love and protect me until death do us part. You are a man of your words Severus, even in the future. Yet why does it seem that all I want right now is to grab onto a man who doesn't even remember us, and never let go?" ▽ϟ▽ SS/HG pairing Disclaimer: I do not own any of the pictures I upload on this book or the picture on the cover page. However, the photo-montage is mine. -mature content, smut, etc. ▽ϟ▽ SOULBOND: enchantement book 1 🔻 SOULBOND: redemption book 2 (ongoing -> check profile for more information)