Watch Out (a Harry Styles fanfiction)
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His touch is like fire, dangerous, and leaving a mark wherever his bare skin touches mine. I only hope it can be like this forever, but deep inside I know it will all have to come to an end, either happy or sad.
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The Silence Between Us
His eyes met mine, and the world stopped breathing. We didn't need words; the silence between us burned hotter than fire. It wasn't love anymore it was something darker, something that tasted like pain and desire. It was heavy, suffocating... the kind of silence that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave. Between us, it wasn't love anymore it was hunger, obsession, and something far darker. He didn't have to touch me to make me shiver. His gaze did that. His silence did that. And I hated how much I craved it how much I craved him. He didn't say he missed me, but his silence did. Every pause, every glance, every breath between us screamed the truth He was mine, even when he tried not to be. Follow me on Instagram for further updates farmdarm_224Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Kissed by Whiskey
He wasn't the kind of love you sip slowly - he was the kind that burns all the way down. Every kiss feels like fire, and every goodbye tastes like regret.
Love Takes TIME
My dream is my priority and so is he. We started as friend and that's super OK with me. But all of a sudden I started to get very happy when I'm with him and get sad when his not around. This is bad! I don't want our friendship to end just because I felt a spark when our skin touch just for a simple tap on a shoulder . Well, this may sound cliche' for all I know but finally he feels the same when he told me one day "I like you" That's when Our Big Boss stand before us, overheard what JD said to me awhile ago. "What am I going to do with you two? This has to stop!!"Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Heart broken heart breaker
I'm going to break his heart like he broke mine. He's going to now it feels like to be all alone. He'll wish he never ever touched my beloved Felix. (Werewolf x witch and vampire x witch)Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Machine
He's like a machine. He hates to be touched. He hates anything to be non-sanitized. He can't stand human emotion. He fakes a personality, just to seem okay. He hates technology, but is nothing without it. He's a professor to the class, but supposed to be a student. He teaches the same thing everyday, but was meant to be there only to learn. And then he loses control, unable to be a machine any longer, he begins to realize worshiping technology is nothing but a curse. He holds the life of an introvert, the life of a mad man, and he admits to it. All of it. ~~ "You're useless. Nothing but a controlled soul in a shell of a body." "Then just label me a machine, there is nothing more insane than that."Abgeschlossene Geschichte
The Demon's Love✓
The demon - he only liked one thing shedding blood of people, enjoying to make them suffer. Enjoying to see them dead but until he meet this girl. So love can even change a demon? Impossible right? _____________________________ "do you ever wonder what happens behind the doors of big mansion owned by Devians?" My best friend asks with dreamy eyes while looking at the golden mansion , for some reasons black clouds surrounds the area around this mansion always. "I am not that interested " I shrug it off. little did I know. I was about to get trapped in it. ____________________________________ Devians - a family , another synonym for ''luxury'' , respected by all and feared by all. every one dream to be like them. have a successful career like them. Have the luxury they have. BUT most importantly , they wanna get attention of the boys living in the family. specially Damian Devian. the youngest brother who is a lecturer in the most known university . Goal of almost every family owning a daughter is same. Getting their daughter married to any of the Devian brother. But the family hides a secret. A gore one. They're demons. New book out - https://www.wattpad.com/story/317707587?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=ClarrisaButera&wp_originator=VXFd6rF8Vk5lDNbVg6H3LoYrcprw4ofEpp44p8YFP239HGswown3TimPVBmKYaljHsC0QTSOtuPmOYWKsEhTFDeNDtXxwRP7oRn1i5VBo1v2zixdRIzxA%2Fbp3LcPicw2Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Soft Things Can Kill You (MFMM)
My name is Wren. I'm exhausted, under-caffeinated, emotionally unstable... and apparently mated to a god, a jealous alpha, and my teacher with arms thicker than my will to live.** I wish I was kidding. But nope. I got dumped at Hollowthorn Academy - a school for the powerful, the broken, and the chronically unwell - and now I have three dangerously hot soulmates fighting over me like I'm the last snack on Earth. And honestly? I kind of want all three. 🖤 **Ashriel** - The god in my head. No, seriously. He lives in my mind, talks in cryptic riddles, and acts like he owns my body. He's terrifying, obsessive, and somehow the only one who makes me feel safe when I'm falling apart. I think he wants to devour me. In multiple ways. 🖤 **Ryan** - The Beast. Alpha shifter. Growls when I look at other guys. Gets jealous of my cereal. Once threatened a chair for getting too close. He's chaos in a hoodie. But when he touches me, I feel like I could stop running. 🖤 **Theron** - My teacher. Yeah. That's going well. He's quiet, massive, and stares like I'm both a threat and his last meal. I know I should be scared. But I feel seen. Protected. Like he could hold all my broken pieces together... and snack on me while he's at it. Meanwhile, I'm stress-eating Honey Nut Cheerios and trying not to scream every time someone says I'm "chosen." There's something inside me. A mark. A power. A darkness. Everyone says I'm special. But I don't feel special. I feel like a haunted gremlin with abandonment issues and way too many men breathing down my neck. Still... maybe I could be more. Maybe I could fight fate, fall in love, and survive the wreckage of who I used to be. Or maybe I'll cry in the girl's bathroom and eat emergency cookies out of my bra. Either way... I'm not going down without snacks.
Professor Parks
Bellamy I was late to class. He made sure everyone knew it. Dr. Elijah Parks. My Microbiology professor. Brilliant. Distant. Impossible to crack. He barely looks at me. Barely acknowledges me. And when he does, it's to make some dry, cutting remark meant to put me in my place. But I see the way his jaw tightens when I push back. The way his hands clench when I tease. The way his cold, unreadable eyes darken when I step too close. I didn't expect him to get under my skin the way he does. I didn't expect to enjoy pushing his buttons, cracking that icy exterior until I saw the fire underneath. And I definitely didn't expect our late nights in the lab to start feeling less like work and more like a dangerous game-one we're both on the verge of losing. Elijah I don't like people. I tolerate them. I endure them when necessary. But I don't like them. Bellamy Rhodes is no exception. My late best friend's daughter. She's brilliant. Headstrong. Reckless. She gets under my skin in a way no one ever has. And the worst part? She knows it. I ignore her. I cut her down with sharp words and colder looks. I remind her, again and again, that I am not someone to be toyed with. And yet she keeps pushing, keeps testing, keeps smiling at me like she knows something I don't. She's temptation wrapped in chaos-bold, relentless, completely unaware of just how much she affects me. She pushes me too far. She tests every boundary I set. She teases me with that wicked little smirk, knowing damn well I'm close to snapping. She's forbidden fruit. And God help me, I've already taken a bite. *** Professor x Student Grumpy MMC that's secretly a softie Jealous/possessive MMCAbgeschlossene Geschichte
His pretty professor (mxm)
"I want to fuck you," he said, low and filthy. My breath hitched. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor." He pressed closer, towering over me, his hard manhood grinding slowly against my thigh. "I want to bury my cock inside you and feel how tight you are." Logic screamed warnings in the back of my mind, but they were drowned out by the heavy ache between my legs and the way my hole clenched at his words. I found myself nodding slowly, heart pounding. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?
NEVER BEEN BETTER FT. HARRY STYLES DUTCH COMPLETED
You see that boy? He looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and...Dying inside. He's hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being enough, tired of life. But he doesn't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So he keeps it all inside. Acts like everything's perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that he's the happiest person they know. That he has no problems and his life is perfect. If only they knew the truth.Abgeschlossene Geschichte
His eyes met mine, and the world stopped breathing. We didn't need words; the silence between us burned hotter than fire. It wasn't love anymore it was something darker, something that tasted like pain and desire. It was heavy, suffocating... the kind of silence that crawls under your skin and refuses to leave. Between us, it wasn't love anymore it was hunger, obsession, and something far darker. He didn't have to touch me to make me shiver. His gaze did that. His silence did that. And I hated how much I craved it how much I craved him. He didn't say he missed me, but his silence did. Every pause, every glance, every breath between us screamed the truth He was mine, even when he tried not to be. Follow me on Instagram for further updates farmdarm_224
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