King of Hell!Tom x Fallen Angel!Reader Heaven truly was a beautiful sight to behold; he would take pleasure in watching it burn. She'd always been different, everybody had always known that from the day she was born. They told her she was special, a gift from the Gods because the angel wings on her back - which should have been grey at birth - where the purest shade of white anybody had ever seen. So she got used to the lingering stares, the secretive whispering from her peers and everything else that went along with the label of being 'special' at birth. But what happens when her peers turn on her and the only person who can rescue her is a demon sent straight from hell, and not just any demon but Tom, the Prince of Hell itself?

You need a date to your sister's wedding and the stranger in the coffee shop seems to be the perfect choice. Until you see pictures of yourself and him all over the internet because apparently he's an international movie star and now the whole world thinks you're dating. And you have to give the people what they want, right? Even if it's fake.

The reader is on her way to New York City for a two-week work-related trip. Everything seems to go fine until she realizes that the one and only Tom Holland, Spider-Man himself, is on the same flight as her. Hearts flutter, but the nerves get the better of everyone... Except for the best friend and wingman, Harrison Osterfield. Will his plan to get the girl for his friend work out? Or will it only cause more trouble?

Pain. It's what he liked. He liked inflicting it on other people. Because that's what you have to do to become the most feared and most powerful mobster in London. Kind. That's what she is. She put others before herself. She thought everyone had good in them. Until she met him. What happens when mobster Tom Holland gets served by waitress Ellie Jones? Is it the beginning of a love story, or pain and tragedy? *PREVIOUSLY "Let Me Burn"*

Y/n Y/l/n has been preparing her whole life to take over for her father, what she wasn't prepared for was falling in love with the rival mobster Tom Holland. She risks everything for her love for him. Will her fathers lies tear her apart or will she find strength in the brown hair mobster she calls love.? Tom can't help that he's become a lover boy, still feared throughout London, but so helplessly in love with his enemy. She might just be his demise. Can he keep his secret up or will he die trying? ~It's implied that the reader is of color, but it is neutral female reader~ Please Read Prologue

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake