Haven Miller was in love with Jung Hoseok. Or more specifically, his writing. He was a famous author of erotic poems, novels and short stories. All of which displaying sexual behaviors between both he and an whomever just so happened to be reading at the time. It was a known factor that he was her favorite of all time, and his work always threw her in for a loop. But what she didn't expect was to get involved with the Jung Hoseok himself, and experience another side of him that nobody else has ever seen or read of before. A darker side of him. The real him.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.." "....𝐇𝐦𝐦.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚?" In which you meet a mysterious and closed off boy in the library, who strangely gives off familiar energy, but is a complete "stranger". So much secrets, so much emotions, so much intimacy, so much LOVE. Somehow he just can't seem to stay away from you, as you just can't seem to stay away from him. HIM; the boy from the library. BLACK FEM READER (She/her prns) Erenxblackreader Please do not copy my story or repost/ rewrite it This story does contain mature themes such as smoking, sensitive topics, and sexual moments, heavy violence, as well as vulgar language. If you feel uncomfortable with any of those things this story is not for you ⚠️ If any images are used they are not mine unless I say they are, so creds to the artist ⚠️ ⚠️ I do not own Attack on Titan or any of the characters from the anime ⚠️

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

What should have been just a one-night stand unravelled into an unexpected pregnancy and a new planet far away from home for Amanah. Being a foreigner on an alien planet with a species very different from her own, Amanah has to cope with her pregnancy and make the alpha want to be with her. However, it proves to be difficult since he's having an identity crisis himself. He is torn between his wolf Orion, obsessed with her, and himself, in love with another she-wolf. Will she end up winning both of them or end up going back home and cutting them off for the rest of her life? "Look, I told her she can still try to claim you if she wants to, and you can act the fool, but I will have you just as you'll have me at the end of this," I confirmed my feelings confidently, my heart violently banged against my chest as I said, "You're mine, alpha." His eyes darkened as he licked his lips. His hands still kept a tight grip on my hips, unwavering of my confession, which I believe was always obvious. "Can I kiss you?"

When Two Opposites Attract

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Imani is starting her first week at Hillview Willow, a private elementary school. Only the most richest parents send their children there and for the most part, the school has very professional, prim and proper teachers working there. Key word; "most part". Imani isn't the best role model for kids, matter a fact, she barley likes kids but she takes this temporary job anyway for the pay. After her first day of teaching, one of her students parents comes late to pick them up and she's introduced to Matteo Wallace. Matteo's a rich lawyer who is always moving around, taking care of his son Mikey, and barely has time in his life for woman, until he runs across Imani in a semi heated confrontation. ___ Ps. This story is a bit fast paced and does a lot of time jumps

Four years ago, Selena Moreau gave her heart to a man she had no business loving. She was a seamstress-young, gifted, and far from home. He was a prince, caught between duty and desire, with promises that tasted like forever. In the quiet shadows of the palace, they shared something soft, something sacred... until the world outside tore it apart. Now, Selena lives a quiet life in the town no one of importance ever visits, raising her son with careful hands and a guarded heart. She asks for nothing. Expects even less. The boy she bore is hers alone, and she intends to keep it that way. But when the newly crowned king returns and their paths cross once more, old feelings begin to stir-and buried truths rise to the surface. Alexander is back... not just in her world, but dangerously close to the one secret that binds them forever. He wants to know his son. He wants to understand what he lost. But after everything he left behind... will she let him in? A story of first love, betrayal, and the slow, aching journey back to one another-where the cost of silence may be the only thing keeping them apart.

Their love is like a bullet, it could end both of them...or maybe just one of them. • His eyes flicker to my lips- quickly back to my eyes. "Maybe I'm waiting for a thank you." I smiled. Who does he think I am. "You want gratitude for tackling me?" "No, for keep your pretty little ass alive." The way he says it isn't gentle. It's possessive. And it shouldn't sound the way it does in my stomach. • "To love her is treason. To let her go is war." Started 10/29/2025