Violene Stories

Vanessa Parker gets trapped in a loveless marriage when her father (a famous mafia leader in the underworld) gets under debt from a young Billionaire Nick Maxwell and sells his daughter to the ruthless, arrogant businessman. Both Vanessa and Maxwell are so consumed by hatred towards each other that all they can think about is destroying the other one till the core. Vanessa herself is not a pretty fairy either, infact a dark angel entering Nicks life to doom him to hell. Little does she know that while achieving her mission she's messing with The Great Devil himself!

Rameesha Farooq is a 26 year old Pakistani-American divorcee. No matter how long her family has been living in America, having a divorced girl at home is a huge disgrace. Imran Eijaz is a 29 year old Pakistani-American widower with a one year old son. His family wants him to get married again so he'll move on from his ex-wife and his son will have a mother. Rameesha has gone through enough in her last marriage to believe that marriage is just another word for compromise, and love is just an illusion. While, Imran refuses to move on from his ex-wife to love anyone else and is using this new marriage to give his son a mother. They both gave their parents the responsibility to choose a spouse for them, and now they're both getting a second chance to marriage and maybe even love. Follow their journey of helping each other overcome their past and start a new tomorrow. (Special thanks to @UnresovledFate for the cover)

Summary : Floris, is an online content creator, known by the name of Fundy or FundyLIVE almost cracks out of jealousy of Dream's close friend, George. His jealousy takes the best of him, when he decides to quit his job at a store, lying about the fact he wants to become a full time streamer, and joins a cult, that he hopes will kill the other that fights for his crushes love. Other than hiding those gory factors Fundy had to hide his feelings for one of his close friends, Dream. He is living by a mentality, that will one day, ruin his life. I had a dream about this ok? Info about the fic (not so important tho) So i used to write a fic by the name "Just Gold" with Eret and Fundy. But i found out Eret was uncomfortable with shipping so i deleted it. So this one has the same sadistic tone. BTW : The book is HIGHLY inspired by the movies/books The plague dogs (my fav), Watership down and Felidae (I hated that fucking movie but i loved it at the same time lol)

He was cold-like ice untouched by sunlight. His heart, sealed behind walls of stone, knew nothing of tenderness. To him, intimacy was not affection, but power; not connection, but control. His world was ruled by lust, fueled by rage, and void of softness. But then came her. She wasn't supposed to matter. Yet, her presence unsettled him. Her silence screamed louder than words, and her eyes-those haunted, pleading eyes-chipped away at his edges. His body betrayed him first, drawn to her like fire to dry wood. He didn't know if he wanted to possess her... or destroy her. And in the space between desire and destruction, a game began. A game of love. And betrayal. --thebadjeon

Haunted by past abuse and trapped in a home that despises his truth, Sahara is a boy quietly withering away. His silent love, who represents warmth in his cold world, becomes his only anchor. Sahara must confront his inner demons and the manipula tive forces around him to decide if love is worth surviving for. I will be posting this story on royal road as well :) THE STORY IS FINISHED!

Being a killer in that forsaken place was... entertaining, at best. Especially considering that-unlike the survivors, who were painfully aware of every second spent in that hell-the killers had been stripped of any ability to perceive rounds. They just knew they were there for a single purpose, with no capacity to question it. And they had no issue indulging in it over and over again. But one thing they all agreed on was: the food situation in that place sucked. So, let's change that. ----------- Or: The Spectre thinks it would be fun to let the killers kidnap a certain pizza guy so they can eat a decent meal for once. (Elliot domesticating the killers one cooking lesson at a time). Or or: I made a crack fic to beat up writting block and poor Elliot has to suffer (ELLIOT-CENTRIC) ----------- Also on AO3

"Oh, really? Great," Agust replied sarcastically and pushed past him. "Jack," the man said. "Don't care," Agust replied not turning back. "Oh, trust me... you will"