𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 18 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖...

One party. One rumor. One spark that no one saw coming. Regina George has a reputation to protect and a throne to keep. Rodrick Heffley has nothing to lose and a talent for ruining good decisions. They were never supposed to cross paths-until a party throws them into the same room, and suddenly everyone thinks they're hooking up. They swear it isn't true. They swear they don't even like each other. But rumors don't spread this fast unless there's a little truth behind them... and the truth is, neither one can stop thinking about the other. While Regina and Rodrick try to control a story that's spiraling out of control, chaos sparks somewhere else-between Angie Steadman and Greg Heffley. Neither of them asked for chemistry, but it hits anyway, pulling them together in all the wrong ways at all the wrong times. Secrets. Temptation. Jealousy. And a whole lot of bad decisions. Smutty book, smutt is in almost every chapter

When Dimitri first saw Cora across the smoke-filled room of a bar, his body recognized her before his mind did. To the world, she is the good girl-reserved, untouchable, pristine. But Dimitri sees the lie. He sees the controlled fire behind her eyes, the desperate need for chaos she carefully hides. He saw his own addiction mirrored in her perfect restraint. He follows her home. He breaks in. The sexual violation is swift, brutal, and silent. Cora plays her role perfectly: she begs him to stop, she fights with desperate strength, selling the violation to the last degree. But when a genuine moan of uncontrollable pleasure tears from her throat, the game is set. Dimitri understands immediately: her resistance is just foreplay. He finishes deep inside her, asserting his dominance completely, and then he simply leaves, vanishing into the night like a specter, leaving behind only the wreckage and the proof of his invasion. But the game has just begun. Dimitri keeps stalking her, an ever-present shadow waiting for the precise moment to breach her sanctuary again. Cora is trapped in a terrifying, addictive cycle: the shame of the violation clashing violently with the secret, consuming pleasure of her own forced surrender. The darkness is their shared language, and the violation is the only way they can truly connect. They are both hopelessly addicted to the dangerous ritual of denial, trespass, and raw, unwanted possession. Denial is a pulse-pounding look at two broken souls finding their own twisted definition of intimacy-a secret, thrilling relationship built entirely on the act of taking what is forbidden.

Your alone, living on your small piece of land far from civilization. On a cold Friday night there's a knock at the door. A tall and large figure fills the crack in the door. Unknowingly to you this man is here for one thing. You.

When the prestigious Elysian Gallery unveils a chilling new exhibition from an anonymous artist known only as A.S.M., whispers ripple through the elite art world. The pieces are hauntingly beautiful-gruesome, surreal, and disturbingly intimate. Sculptures made of what appears to be synthetic flesh, paintings that unsettle the subconscious, and arrangements that look almost too... anatomical to be fake. Anaisa Willow Fairchild, an avid lover of the macabre and a passionate student of dark aesthetics, attends the exhibit out of curiosity-but what she finds awakens something deeper. She doesn't recoil. She understands. She sees. Also in attendance: Dr. Hannibal Lecter. Quiet. Observing. Disguised as just another curious patron, he watches Anaisa with intrigue. She does not flinch before the monstrous beauty of his creations-she lingers. She appreciates. She reveres. Unaware of his true identity, Anaisa begins a dangerous waltz with a man who sees her fascination as something divine. And in a world of masks, murder, and mirrors, the question is not whether she'll discover the truth... ...but whether she'll embrace it.

"they keep telling me there are other girls to love...but why waist time on them when i want to spend eternity with you?" Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman has another side that's reserved specifically for you.

After the Tri-Wizard Tournament, Hermione finds herself with her back against the wall and a decision to make that could change everything. AU

Cover Photo cred goes to Ress_03 or @ress2thousand on IG. Harry and Hermione are in love with each other and everyone knows it...except them. A hopefully heartwarming and unique fic about two people who are beyond oblivious but nonetheless in love with each other. Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. That goes to J.K Rowling

Dying the second time hurt more than the first. When you're the Master of Death- the bite of a werewolf is much more than growing furry once a month- especially when two Werewolf Gods advise him they have 'chosen' him as their new Alpha of Alphas. Something they haven't been able to do since a pesky wizard Myrddin bound their reach. Harry's a bit put out at being another chosen anything -- and his vision isn't fixed even though he's been bitten to hell and back and a bloody werewolf? Bollocks! None of that tops the fact that when his best friend, and secret crush, Hermione Granger walks in his new instincts go a bit bonkers and he tents the hospital sheet. Can a werewolf die of embarrassment?

Harry was left in the doorstep of the evil Dursleys on the fated night. Sirius was arrested and thrown in Azkaban. But, what would've happened if Dumbledore checked upon Harry after 2 years? What if Dumbledore made sure to give a trial to Sirius Black by overruling Cornelius? What if Sirius got the custody of Harry as he was proven as the god father of Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived by blood ritual? And what would happen when Harry embraces his complete magical potential and also he discovers that he was fated for an unbreakable soul bond with the brightest witch of the age. What would happen if the fated muggle-born witch is not what the British magical world thinks she is?