❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

'do you have a habit of always running away from me or is it a werewolf thing that you love the chase?' Azarious asked, his deep voice reverberating through the empty balcony space as he emerged from the shadows, clad in a dark tux, he looked sinfully beautiful Athena thought, 'lycan,' she corrected, turning around to fully face him, thrusting her chin up in pride as he regarded her in cool silence, she could never tell what he was thinking, his onyx eyes gave away nothing, 'you didn't answer my question,' he said instead, Athena didn't know what came over her at that moment, either it was the way the moonlight shone over his handsome face, or it was the powerful aura of dominance and authority he emitted, maybe it was her lycan being too bold she told herself instead, refusing to accept the other two thoughts, swaying her hips seductively she walked towards him and pressed her lips to his neck, thanking her 6 inch stilettos else she'd never have reached his 6'3 tall frame, she heard him inhale sharply not expecting her move, nipping at his neck and placing an open mouth kiss she leaned up and looked at him innocently, 'what were you saying again?' ________________________________________________________________________ Athena May Salvatore, daughter of the Dante Enzo Salvatore, a carefree she lycan who was living her best life, her father called her little shadow as from a young age she followed him around everywhere, living a sheltered life she never imagined the things life would throw her way and the dangers she would have to face. Azarious, ruler of the night court and a direct descendent of the greek god himself, known for being the most just ruler and also the biggest introvert, Azarious had many plans for his era but none of them were having to quiet literally bump into a fiery 5'6 she-lycan that fate had given him to tame. yes this book contains characters from Her Dark Lycan but this CAN be read as a stand alone

What if a girl had a male wolf trapped inside of her? What if that wolf was her mate? * * * "I live inside you, Thea. My soul has resided inside you for years." "I-I don't get what you're saying." I was stumbling to find the right words. "You weren't breathing at the time of your birth. At the same moment, I was losing consciousness, going into what you can refer as hibernation to recuperate from the toll the war had taken on my body. Leaving this kingdom without a functioning king right after the battle was not safe, so I decided on transferring the king's crest to you. I guess something wrong happened considering how instead of the crest, part of my soul got shifted to you." "Come out." The burning pain in my chest I had come to hate returned the moment I said those words. It was followed by painful heaving for a minute or two before my back arched and I felt something clawing its way out of my chest. If I had blinked for even one second, I'd have missed the moment when a burst of light came out of my chest taking all my pain away with it. Next thing I know, a humongous black wolf was towering over me proudly. "Don't make a habit of it. I'm not strong enough to gain a perceptible form at will. For now, I can only materialize before you on full moons." He was saying this in my head as well yet somehow he felt closer to me than before. Swallowing nervously, I reached out to touch the side of his wolf's head. The second my skin made contact with his fur, tingles started erupting on my palm reaching all the way up to my neck, "Why do I feel this pull towards you?" "It's because we share souls, just as mates do." "Are you my mate then?" What I heard next made my blood run cold, "A king can never have a mate, Thea." ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

❝𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐇?❞ ❝𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄?❞ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ─── Y/N HAS BEEN A SIMP FOR KUNIMI SINCE THEY MET BUT HE WOULDN'T RETURN THE SAME FEELINGS. WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SHE RETURNS FROM AMERICA AFTER LEAVING FOR 3 YEARS? ────✎﹏𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄────── ✧ FEM!READER, ANGST, FLUFF ✧ 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: -MA: may contain strong language, nsfw, & some triggering situations -Does not follow the Haikyuu storyline -I do not own Haikyuu or any of it's characters. They belong to Haruichi Furudate.

᙭᙭᙭-᙭᙭᙭-᙭᙭᙭ What's ur name? I'm Bokuto :D ᙭᙭᙭-᙭᙭᙭-᙭᙭᙭ They call me God But you can call me y/n

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀss ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɴᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ?" "ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴋɪʀᴛ, ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsɪɴɢ." "ɪᴛs ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ sᴋɪʀᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ?" ᴀ sᴜɴᴀ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏ/ɴ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ sᴜɴᴀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ.

"ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ." "sᴜᴄᴋ ᴍʏ ᴅɪᴄᴋ." "ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ᴏɴᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴜᴄᴋ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ." ᴀ sᴜɴᴀ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ (ʏ/ɴ) ɪs ʙʟᴜɴᴛ, ᴇxᴘʟᴏsɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏʀᴛ-ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ. sᴜɴᴀ ɪs ᴄᴏᴄᴋʏ, ғʟɪʀᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪᴛ ᴛᴏxɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ.

"Sorry, but...I'm not supposed to be talking to you..." (L/N) (F/N) has never really had a problem with her parents' rules. No cellphones after 9pm. No red nail polish. No snacking between meals. No sleepovers. Ever. Absolutely NO talking to boys. Once, those rules had been simple, and easy to follow, but once a new family moves in next door, (Y/N) can't help but break the most important one. There was just something fascinating about the loud young man with two-toned hair, and things quickly become difficult... ...in the best way possible... . . . . Bokuto x Reader !Short Reader ⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ .Strong/Foul language .Sexual References/Scenarios .Emotional/Mental abuse .Stand in Cover by me.

"He's made of one tablespoon of sugar and one cup of salt," •Written by Sadlysoulx•