Possessive Draco Malfoy 18

Daphne commits a heinous crime and somehow ends up in Azkaban. After withstanding the horrors in the infamous prison she miraculously finds herself a student at Hogwarts, under mysterious circumstances. Beneath the watchful eye of both the ministry of Magic and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, she crosses paths with many well-known figures in the Wizarding World. While trying to find a way back home and make amends with every sin she's committed, Daphne finds herself relying on two mysterious men. Mattheo Riddle, the Dark Lord's son, and Thomas Figg, a secretive professor whose reputation precedes him. The similarities between the men hasn't gone unnoticed as they both try to use Daphne as pawns in their own power plays. On a journey of rediscovering herself and redefining her definition of home we follow Daphne on her treacherous path in the magical world. Disclaimer: This story is a retelling of the Harry Potter Universe. I've tried to stay as close to the main story as possible, but there are some changes. It's a Mattheo Riddle fanfic, though slowburn. The first contact between the two doesn't take place until chapter 9. If that's not your speed, consider skipping this fic. This story goes into detail during violent, depressing and sexual scenes. Reader discretion adviced, I guess. Credit: Mattheo Riddle: yasmineamaro

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When Blaire Lestrange meets Mattheo Riddle, she expects a lunatic, a cruel and cold-hearted son of the most feared wizard of all time. But he isn't, and in fact, he's incredibly handsome and charming. But when two troubled people meet, their paths of fate entwining, what is to happen? They are both running from their families, it's just a matter of who's faster.. *** mattheo is based off of mattheo riddle, @yasmineamaro's character, but athough he may share the name and looks i have slightly changed him as a person.

She writes a journal stating word for word her deepest darkest desires. He finds it, and uses it as blackmail against her. 18+!!! Chapters marked with "🔥" have explicit scenes. It gets spicier as the story carries on. ""... I want to beg him to stop even though I don't really want him to. When I say please stop I want him to go harder. And when I'm a moaning mess, I want him to make fun of me, and to tell me that I deserve it. For him to be aggressive, or tie me up. And really, I just want him to control me.""

Attraction, desire, and sinfully beautiful, Mika Santana is a devil with the face of an angel. Despite her tragic past, she's never given up her ruthless pursuits for success and vengeance which leaves little to no room for matters of the heart. But when she collides with the Morterero's boss, she starts to feel something in her chest. A rupture. A melt. A lightness that can change her world in ways, she never knew. Asiel Morterero is a timid artist trapped by the nightmare of his older brother's death. The unexpected death forces Asiel into a world of guns, drugs, and violence with the legacy of his family weighing on his shoulders. But despite being thrown into a deadly world, he's never stopped seeing the beauty in the world... including the heart beneath the icy, flirtatious exterior of a woman he shouldn't want. An escort. His savior and downfall all wrapped in one. Their love is never supposed to happen- but when it does, it unleashes secrets that could destroy them both... and everything they hold dear.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Carlotta Angela Vasiliev is a 17 year old girl living with her adoptive Russian mafia family of 4 brothers and father. Ever since she was a child, she's had no sense of belonging, abused by the Swedish mafia in her youth, her Russian saviours are the only family she knows. That is until someone frames her with the CPS and she gets taken away to live with her biological family. Enter the Italian mafia. 5 more overprotective brothers who finally got their little sister home in New York. Carlotta faces a new life with a new family, will she ever see her adoptive brothers again? Or will she replace them with her biologicals? What happens when she meets a boy who catches her eye? ~~~ "Car." He cuts me off, taking a step towards me, "Nothing about you could ever bother me." He says, lifting a hand to cup one of my cheeks. "Apart from your bratty attitude, but you'll learn." He adds on at the end nonchalantly smirking down at me as his hand slides from my cheek to my throat. TW: Mentions of abuse, rape, violent scenes and SMUT

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

REWRITING!! In which time would never be enough, and vows lived to be broken. | "Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Draco groaned into my parted lips, earning a moan from me as he forced himself deeper, rougher by the feeling of my body trembling in his grip, "Such a good girl," | "It seemed so perfect, but ended so soon." ___ A Draco Malfoy love story with a bunch of messy plots. Highest ranking; #2 in harrypotter #3 in malfoy #1 in dracofanfic ___ Trigger warning, This book contains mature content. Such as sexual relationships, violent actions, signs of sexual abuse, foul language, and character death. 18+ only. All the characters in this book are over the age of 17. I do own Leiah and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling,