_highest ranking in fanfic #892 LMAO_ Ember Les Madaton is a woman seemingly hell bent on walking a path of self destruction. She's got herself into some double XL trouble that she hopes to hide from in the world's most chaotic city: Gotham.But she's developed a problem, a very real and irresistible obsession with a man known to all as a total psychopath: The Joker. Instead of laying low as she knows she should, Ember embarks on a suicide mission to capture The Clown Princes heart, that is if he even HAS one. And if he doesn't. . . well that makes two of them. Amazing cover made by @SirpunzAka-alot Mature chapters will be private if you want to read them you have to be +16 and follow me

I struggled against the chains, ignoring the smell of my burning flesh. Crimson glanced at me and she had a lazy grin on her face. "Why are you smiling?" I breathed out. She shrugged, her own chains clanking. "Isn't this nice? Us two, together. No one to interrupt us. It's kind of like a date." She joked. I growled, not liking her sense of humor. "I hate you." "Likewise." • • • • In the pack region of the Midnight Watchers, the name Crimson Alexander puts fear in their hearts. Stories of the young woman is what keeps the pups in and the guards alert at night. She's the reason he has to find and kill her. Paxton Thornhill, deadliest and meanest Alpha and man of all time. He hates Crimson with everything in him even though he has not met her a day in his life. With the deaths of his pack members rising, the only way to stop it is to kill her. But what if Crimson is already two steps ahead of him? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Criticism is Welcomed ✌🏽 Cover is by: Me All Rights Reserved © 2018 Chayla Stewart #1 in Surprises as of 05/06/22, 01/27/23 #1 in bwwm as of 05/06/20, 01/15/23 #2 in werewolf as of 05/04/22 《MATURE CONTENT》

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

Augustus Wolfgang, a billionaire and a very lonely man who has never had a love life until he gets set up with a bubbly, kindhearted woman, Salma Abdulmajid. They form a relationship that moves very fast even though they had enough time in the world.

Many people don't know me, but I don't know who me is either. I can't tell you if I'm the loud or rude stereotypical black girl because Mom would say I need to speak up. I'm using my library voice with strangers. I can't tell you I'm the introvert because I like good company. I was born into a world that judges me before they get to know me. And try to attack the concept of happiness. I need it most in this filthy world we live in. I need you. Because you listened and didn't say a word. Just you being there was enough to make me believe you understood the troubles in my sentences and words spoken in a foreign language. I want myself back but I can't remember who I was. || Ebonee desires life to the fullest content as a brown skin but is constantly faced with life's realities that can never turn into her sudden dreams. As she is constantly faced with comparisons of her beauty, cruel judgment, and love she didn't expect it to turn out so unplanned in her premeditated life. || || Then there's Beau, who lives such a different world outside of the way Ebonee sees it as he tries to determine who is his out to kill him. Living two different worlds in hope to find a middle ground, somewhere, between light and dark, in the novel of BROWN SKIN. ||

"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love herself? I questioned as my back hit the wall "Ah, see that is where you're wrong love, how can a girl like you not love yourself? ~~~~~ Two Tainted hearts Two different people Two different stories Too many haunting secrets