Everyone has a soulmate. Y/N the daughter of Aizawa Shouta and M/N lives in fear of hers. The large red mark on her face draws the attention of everyone and is the place where her soulmate will first touch her. Bakugo has never cared for soulmates. When the quiet Y/N meets explosive Bakugo neither of them expect what will happen next. Join the two on awkward first dates and even stranger second ones as they fight their way back together time and time again. Highest Ranking: #1 in BakugoxReader #1 in Bakugo #20 in xreader #5 in anime #1 in bnha #1 in mha #3 in fanfiction #1 in reader #1 in reader insert #3 in hero

"He's not a monster! Elik is my mate. The holder of my heart. He's a protector. He's my protector." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ Penelope thought her life was over when she was taken. The abuse lasted months, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That is until Elik came along, and ripped the door off of her cage. Literally. She knows he's different from her kind. He's not human. In fact, he's a 7ft tall muscular alien, and his kind have deemed him unworthy of taking care of a mate. Penelope knows different. She feels safe around him, despite his rugged appearance, and his deadly family history. Elik doesn't know what to think about the tiny female that is determined to stay glued to his hip. All he knows is that he will protect her no matter what, and he's determined to keep her. Even if it means snapping a few necks. [ book 2 of the Rytarian mates series. can be read as a stand alone novel ] *Rankings* #1 in safe - 3/14/20 #8 in Alien - 5/10/20 #4 in Rescue - 5/6/20 #5 in Abandoned - 5/6/20 #10 in Aliens - 3/18/20 #9 in Warrior - 5/10/20

What would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stumbled across an imaginable crime that he committed. - "I like you.. I like you a lot" I said shaking in fear as I stared into the gun burrow. The man chuckled darkly, for the first time since I met him. "Even now when you're inches from death." He asked. "E-Even now." I said, my lungs filling up with burning air as the gun is moved and pressed into my temple. "Then you're more of a psycho than I am."

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."

"I don't understand... what do you mean 'you guys share?" "You're all of ours baby girl. We all want to love you, cherish you, kiss you, and fuck you all the same." ~ After running away from a neglective and abusive household Avery decides to take her chances on the streets. Upon running into a kind young man she ends up staying on a ranch with five boys who find them selves obsessing over their newfound little princess.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

"You're playing a dangerous game, my darling. Don't speak of giving yourself to me if you can't back it up." he said lowly, a smirk still on his face. He was incredibly sexy. His deep voice, his handsome face, and his godly body. He made me quiver. "I'll give you a month. I want to mate you on the next full moon." he told me. "What if I'm not ready by then?" I asked, sounding more worried than I'd wanted to. "I'm pretty sure you will be. The mate bond is strong. And besides, we can do... other things... until then." he smirked. I'd quite like to do "other things"... HR: #1 in fantasy romance & #1 in dominance

"Let me go," I demanded weakly, knowing I was helpless against him. "Now, why would I do that kitten?" He grinned, a devious spark in his eyes. "Because I don't want you," I whispered breathlessly. His hazel eyes turned to hard topaz. "Oh, come on now, Kitten," he said, tone barely concealing his anger. "You're mine. You don't have a choice." Ivory Martin lived in a world that demanded balance. Every person was born in pairs, an opposite somewhere around the world to balance them. These pairs consisted of a dominant and a recessive, every dominant had some sort of special ability in which he could use to protect his recessive. Atticus Sanchez was Ivory's pair, and happened to have extremely strong psychic abilities, including telepathy, telekinesis and mind control. He also happened to have the unnerving ability to annoy the absolute shit out of her. Will Ivory be able to accept him with all of his secrets and danger? This story contain strong language, and inapproprate humor! This is not PG, kiddies! You have been warned!

Nixon is the 3rd book in the Broken Series. (Ryan is the 1st, Brynn is the 2nd) Nixon leaves rehab early because he can't deal with being there anymore. His sister Kelis finds someone in need of a roommate so he moves in with the girl and gives her his middle name, Lucas. He quickly becomes addicted to the girl and once he gets one taste he's done for. He warns her about his past, about his name, but she ignores all the red flags, not realizing exactly how intertwined she is with the people from his past. He becomes enamored with her, feels like she was made for him while still battling the demons of his past and soon it all becomes too much for him to handle. He makes a heartbreaking decision, thinking it's what's best for both of them and everything changes. Trigger/Content Warning: this book contains mature content, talks of suicide, mental and physical abuse, selfharm, drug use, and addiction Cover designed by Anastasia Wright

I know why hes punishing me. its cause I was being a lil brat earlier. Sassing him in front of everyone at the office today. But i wanted this. i needed this. He hadn't talked to me in two days. How else was I suppose to get his attention. Shawn got up from his chair, and walked around his desk. Eyes on me the whole time. Racking over my body. "You wanted my fuckin attention, Destiny?" His deep sexy voice said. he was so calm, but that was only on the outside. I know he was still pissed. This made me excited. He comes to stand behind me. pushing himself against me. showing me what I wanted. His thick hardness was teasing me. I move to turn around but he stops me. Slowly moves his hands up my body. Gripping my curvy waist, up my rib cage going over my needy breast grazing my nipples along that way. He takes one hand and grabs me by my throat . The other is gripping my hair. He lightly squeezes my neck. not enough to take away my air, but it was enough. "well yu got it!" He growls.