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Cold, cruel, calculating. These are the words that best describe Chevalier Michel, the second prince of Rhodolite. A genius and a master swordsman, he has well and truly earned the monikers the Brutal Beast and the Bloody Tiger, and he's worked his whole life toward the singular goal of claiming the throne. He has no time or patience for anyone or anything that stands in his way, and he certainly never gives any thought to something so foolish as emotions. Few question him. All fear him. Except for his new maid. ***** Proof of ownership for RoyalRoad.

A woman who's lost her voice has landed up in Comte's mansion. As a once well known singer with a love of music, would she find a new dream? ✮ He shrugged. "Mozart will help you out, should you get into trouble." 'Are you sure he won't land me into trouble?' "I'm not that much of a jerk." Mozart had entered the room while we were talking, and he was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed across his chest. "If you don't want to go, no one's forcing you. I'd rather you not come too." ✮ *None of the characters, except for my OC, are mine. *This is a Mozart×OC fanfic because I can't do Y/N. *The cover art doesn't belong to me. *Again, I promise fluff. *Genres: Romance, fanfiction

Hello there. This is my first time writing fan-fiction in wattpad, so please don't judge me about my interests. I will appreciate you if you help me in grammar corrections or if you have ideas for my story. This is an MLBB fan-fiction and WARNING! This contains Yaoi, Yuri, blood, suicidal thoughts, and other inappropriate things for kids, and cringiness. Please stop reading if you don't like it. Thank you. 🌺😊 Edit: #1 in Harihar - 10/07/2022

This is basically a book full of all my fics from my Tumblr (most of them are E-42 Miles). But anyway....THIS IS FOR BLACK PEOPLE ONLYYYYYYYY, so don't try to ask me to write for any other race CUS I WONTTTTTTT Follow my Tumblr: @helovesthisgorillagripper SEND REQUESTS, COMMENT, VOTE, DO WHATEVER IDC

"𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫..." • • • • • • • • • • • NOTE: All the events of IkeVamp happens 10 years prior to the story • • • • • • • • One day in July of 2019, there was a girl named Mitsuki. Mitsuki was a travel agent from Japan who happened to be traveling to France, as her dream trip, along with the fact that she needed to update her blog, so she went to the Louvre Museum. Mitsuki was just an average girl with an average life, until shet met a mysterious man. The man in question was from 19th century Paris, France, and his clothes made him look like he had stepped out of one of the paintings in the museum. Who was this man, you may ask? Why it was none other than Le comte de saint Germain. The man captivated her, piqued her interest, and she followed him into a door that led her to 19th century Paris, France. Mitsuki had walked into a gorgeous mansion, filled with 12 hot men. She could never really describe what it was like to actually get transported to the 19th century, but it was absolutely amazing. Though, her story does take a turn for the worst. Because she got transported to the 19th century, she decided to mess with each of the guys and break each of their hearts. It was one guy after the next, stomping onto their hearts and basically spitting on them. Eventually, she does leave the mansion, and a few years later, it comes out that Mitsuki has in fact died. Whether her death was of natural causes or not is unknown. But, 10 years later, in the cool fall days of 2029, two new girls arrived. They were nothing like Mitsuki. In fact, they were the furthest thing from her. They came into that man

Life never was going to be easy, I knew that. But even I couldn't anticipate teaming up with my ex-boyfriends mysterious wife, or the darkness she unintentionally walks us into. All bets are off when one of the Kings of the underworld requests an audience, and no fool, even a jester would deny him. Unless you want him off with your head. **** It's the simplest things that he makes seem so grand. The way he sits, blinks, hell even the way he picks up his glass of vodka. His tattooed hands wrapped around the glass, finding the right amount of grip so as to not break it. Glancing at him only one time I know he is the definition of beautiful chaos, perfection. One breath, two- "And that's your problem now." His deep voice whispers in my ear, the goosebumps that ripple my skin let me know this is very much real. "You don't realize that the promise of a man like me, is forever and binding."

"Now since we are done with the introductions I have a question. Are you sure about this marriage?" I nodded "I am." He scoffed and leaned against the wall behind with hands in his pants pockets "Why? Because I have money?" What? "Are you impressed by this mansion?" I can be scared of Dad but he is no one to address me as a gold digger and say bullshit. "I don't care if you take me as a gold digger. You are no one who I am bound to explain anything to." I turned back to leave but he held my hand pulling me with a sudden force making our chest crashed against each other. He held my waist pulling me closer, suddenly again that feeling of nervousness filled me. "I am correcting you at this point, you are bound to tell me each and everything about yourself... you know why, because baby I will be your future. Soon you'll be so close to me that you'll be in the same bed as mine." ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Alessandro D'Angelo, CEO of 'ADA Enterprises' and a mafia leader, hidden from the world. Ariana Lincoln, an internet news reporter, who is interested in knowing the secrets of this oh-so-saint billionaire. What happens when Alessandro knows about this girl who is desperately after him?

Mina ends up in the streets of 19th century Paris, with no knowledge of how to she got there. When a young gentleman and his butler save her life and offer her a place to stay, she learns that there's more to that mansion than meets the eyes. With no knowledge of how to get home, and with a murderer roaming the streets, what's the best course of action to take? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Don't you have work?" "A writer's schedule is flexible," he replied, following me down the hall. "You mean you're goofing off." "I'm researching." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *None of the characters in this story are mine, except my OC, her family and the serial killer, and a couple others... *This is an OC×Arthur Ikemen Vampire fanfic. *Genres: Fanfiction, Fantasy *The cover art does not belong to me. *This story is more plot-based than it is romance-based, because that's just how I roll. *Er... Have fun?

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*