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[His Calming Song] Luca Kaneshiro x Reader [HIATUS?]

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Reads 29,594
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Parts 27
Time 1h 49m

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You, a totally normal office worker, went to your friends bar to just drink for fun. 

At the bar, drunk, you knock over someone else glass of alcohol on them. You look at the man and apologize. He complained about his shirt being ruined and you thought little of it until he made you look ip the brand of the shirt. 

Now you were indebt to him. What does he make you do?

But are you really? A normal office worker? 

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New story already who dis. 

Also once again- I don't have a title so that will come when it comes LOL

If you know the artist pls lmk because I took this one off of google ;(All Rights Reserved

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Connect Us ✔ by Jesperialki

"God, you're adorable," he chuckled, stepping towards me. When I felt his warmth right in front of me, a soft moan escaped my lips. He was close enough for me to catch the musky scent of his cologne. "Do you want me that bad?" My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the slightly damp fabric of his coat. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging my head back. My lips parted, hoping for a kiss, but he kept me waiting. "Please," I whispered, desperate, his lips so close they brushed over mine. "Please, I'm begging you..." ˜˜˜ He would rather end up on the streets homeless than go back home. Oscar has three jobs, debts since he was seventeen, and a dream: to open his own dance studio and make a living from it. He wants his dance group to become famous. He aims to quit his main job as a tattoo artist and achieve independence. With his financial struggles, his dream seems distant. But when Oscar is offered a large sum of money after a one-night stand--despite his pride being reluctant to accept--the dream suddenly feels within reach. Now, he has no choice but to confront and finally overcome the deep-seated childhood trauma buried within him.

Phoenix (Alternate Universe) by Jozijb

⚠⚠⚠be very careful. This book is mature and very, very strange. I can't explain it here, but be prepared for some weird shit⚠⚠⚠ I walked into the AA meeting, standing at the back of the room like always, silently hoping no one would make a big deal about my outfit. "Hey Niko!" Millie said, standing next to me. "Nice short shorts! You look amazing! And I'm loving your sweater!" "thanks." I mumbled, looking around. "Niko, look at that guy." she whispered, leaning in close and gesturing to an unfamiliar guy acrosd the room. "go talk to him." I stood there for a moment, in a bit of a daze as I admired his jet black hair and deep blue suit, the deep purple eyes nearly sucking me in. "I- I shouldn't. he'd think I'm weird." Millie pushed me across the room and I stumbled, losing my balance and falling right in front of him. I caught myself and sat there on my hands and knees for a moment, panicking slightly. "Hey, uh, are you okay?" someone asked. I slowly looked up and found the man looking down at me, confused. "I- I'm fine." I noticed my bag had opened and all my stuff had spilled all over the floor, scattered. I started picking it up and putting it away, shrieking when the guy knelt down to help. He smiled warmly at me and handed me my lipstick. "I'm Phoenix."

No strings attached by _Dazed_z

There was a few important rules to follow in the line of work he did. Rule 1- Go there and do your job. Rule 2- Don't waste time. You're on a schedule so don't go a minute under and definitely don't go a minute over. Rule 3- While performing your job, don't call the person by first name. Keep it professional. Rule 4-Don't initiate a kiss or any other act of intimacy. and lastly, there was rule five. Don't get attatched. Simple enough. That rule was put in place so the worker's don't get heartbroken, but what happens when a less than normal client makes an offer that a worker simply can't deny? . . . . No strings attached? That phrase sounded like some type of test drive, or cheap return policy many stores had if an item wasn't to your liking. To be asked if he wanted to enter a relationship like that was a bit unprofessional, but the money he could earn was anything but. With a confused gleam in his eyes, he questioned further. "What do you mean by that?" "I want you to enter a no strings attached relationship with me. I figure this is your only line of work, so I'll still pay you for every encounter we have, but think of it more as a date- "So you want to be fuck buddies?" The elder man chuckled deeply. This guy was too blunt, but admittedly he liked that. "Yes, but it's going to be a little different. I want you to quit your job and only see me. I want to be the only one using you." "I make a lot of money at my job. I can't just quit- "How much do you make?" "Huh?" "How much money do you earn?" "...it depends, but usually it averages out to about three thousand flat." "I'll pay you that every time I call upon you, or however much you see fit. I'll even give you a weekly allowance. So what do you say? Wanna be fuck buddies?" A searing blush made it's way up the worker's face, but despite his embarrassment, he nodded. That one simple gesture sealed his fate. Book 1 of 2 Book 2 "Terms and conditions" is now out and ongoing.

CARRYING THE MAFIA'S BABY by anitaedobor

****I'm writing this story because I want to be creative, while working with my imagination. If there is anything you feel wrong with my story feel free to correct. Remember to READ, COMMENT AND VOTE. Thanks**** Sofia Williams was a typical shy and breathtakingly beautiful college student who was an intelligent student at that. She believed that after college, she was going to graduate and pursue her career in medicine. She wanted to be an OB/GYN (obstetrician/gynaecologist).She was interested in pregnant women and babies. She and her best friends, Whitney and Nora shared an apartment together, they have been best friends since middle school. All her dreams came crashing down before her eyes when the most ruthless, powerful and dominant mafia don storms into her life. Matteo Russo is the don of the Italian mafia, he is the most cruel and ruthless man known in Italy and America. He runs the criminal organization in America, Italy Colombia and part of Mexico. At the mention of the Italian capo everyone shivers in fear. Read the story of Matteo and Sofia

The Mafia's Pet by SakikoSaito

"Relax," he whispers, his voice dripping with promise. "I'll show you just how good I can make you feel." His free hand begins to trace circles over my collarbone and down towards my chest as he starts to unfasten my bra. I squirm ever so slightly. In an attempt to squirm free. My breathing becoming uneven as I watch his hand unfasten my bra. Kenji notices my feeble writhing but continues his actions, now fully removing the bra and tossing it aside carelessly. "Stop fighting it," he chides me again, his fingers teasing the curve of my breast now, as l lay exposed before him. ... "You're mine now." Warning ⚠️ 18+ This story contains themes that some readers may find uncomfortable. I put warning ⚠️ signs in intense chapters so feel free to skip if you're uncomfortable. This story is sorely written to improve my smut writing skills. I do not glorify any of the behaviors exhibited by the characters within the story. I am mentally sound and self aware to tell the difference between fiction and reality. This story does not in any way depict my values as a person. Cover page credit to 🌸Sakura🌸 on Pinterest

Slapping The Mafia Boss {#1} completed by xzadeas

R E C O N S T R U C T I N G "You are coming with me." He states sternly. "I'm not going anywhere until my parents come back." I spit back. He tries to grab me but I back away and slap him. That's when all h*ll broke loose! "Do you know who you just slapped!?!" He yells coming dangerously close to me. I back away and shrug. "Should I care?" He just laughs and grab my arm so that we would be chest to chest. "You just slapped a Mafia boss." WARNING: This book MAY be messed up but I'm trying it out! IN NEED OF EDITING RIGHT NOW!

Reclaiming his Angel (✔️) by rabia83279

Scene 1: "Can I have a drink with you?" He was sitting at the bar counter of one of the high-profile nightclubs when he heard a voice. He turned his face and eyed the woman standing there from head to toe. Gulping the remaining drink in one go, he put the glass on the counter with a thud. "No," he spat and left. Scene 2: A meeting was underway. Her focus was entirely on the presentation when she felt a hand on her thigh. She jerked up and slapped the person who dared to touch her, taking advantage of the dim lights in the presentation hall. "You bitch," the person said as everyone else stood up. The lights were turned on, but she cared less and slapped him hard again. "Get the hell out of my office, all of you," she roared in anger. "You will pay for this," another person said. Scene 3: "Ma'am, please, you've had enough," her P.A. pleaded, but she kept drinking. "You go, I'm fine," she said in a tone that made her P.A. fall silent. Knowing she couldn't say anything more, the P.A. left. Exhausted from drinking, she got up from the bar counter and, with uneven steps due to her drunken state, came out and walked towards her car. She tried to open the door, but a hand came, and everything went blank. Scene 4: "You rascal," she screamed, trying to free her hands, but it was in vain as they were tied with handcuffs. The man, busy filling a syringe, chuckled at her outburst and approached her while checking the injection. "Princess, abusive words don't suit you," he said, caressing her face. She turned her face away to escape his touch. "I'm not your princess, you scoundrel! Leave me," she shouted again, but he made a fake sad pout and gripped her arm tightly. "No, leave me," she tried to thrash around and shouted, but he stuffed a cloth in her mouth and injected her. "No," she screamed in a muffled tone. A tear of pain escaped from her eyes.

Touhou Final Bosses In My House?! by user83970562

Imagine living with Gensokyo's strongest, most powerful, most well-known troublemakers and incident culprits. A vampire, a magic-driven teacher, a vengeful spirit, a netherworld princess, two goddesses, more goddesses, a celestial, a pair of immortal Lunarians, a fearsome inchling... the list goes on and on. To estimate, there should be at least nineteen plus of them. What fun you earn from their company, as they receive a taste of the Outside World normalcy. You were Y/N L/N, a guy born from the mafia, so it should be no worries for the likes of you to handle, right? The art for this book cover is not owned by me and is done by their respective artist, as well as all other media used in the chapters. Touhou Project doesn't belong to me and owns to their rightful creator, ZUN.

What It's Like | Shuca (COMPLETED) by ar1kut0_s3n

Shu Yamino has been a hitman for many years to pay for his sister's treatment. It was a dangerous but well-paying job. However, his next target, the infamous mafia boss Luca Kaneshiro, won't be easy to hit. Will Shu be able to finish the job or will he suffer the consequences of meeting him? "Don't you ever wonder?" "Wonder what?" "What it's like...to have someone like you back." *This is a Shuca fanfic! *Spicy 18+ *Credits to original artist of the cover*

Welcome To The MAFIA by Seymanur0054

The aroma of alcohol hit me hard I slowly came down the steps being aware of my surroundings the Music got louder and louder each step people were laughing like hyenas which didn't really bother me my eyes scavenged around For the Victim known a Sebastian he was sitting on a leather couch on the far corner I needed to grab his attention so I did what I needed went to the corner he was and swayed my hips from side to side I felt a presence behind me the male figure span me around making us face to face it was Sebastian "Well hello there beautiful never seen you here before" I cringed as his breath hit my neck I would never let anyone come this close in contact but i kept my mouth shut "why are you so quiet for" He held me by the hips "Your handsomeness got me unexpected Sebastian" I imagined face palming myself "How do you know my name beautiful" Shit I need to thing of something fast "This whole town knows how strong you are, women love you Sebastian" I fixed his collar in disgust " if beautiful women like you end up coming to visit me this whole world should know who I am, I have to greet a friend of mine do you mind if I speak to him next to you" He seemed a little drunk which is a good sign "Sure why not" He started pulling me to the leather couch i sat in the middle he was checking out other women and drinking "What a bastard" I mumbled "Did you say something beautiful" He was about to put his hand on my thigh when Nick came and took his hand as if he offered it to him

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Connect Us ✔ cover

Phoenix (Alternate Universe) cover

No strings attached cover

CARRYING THE MAFIA'S BABY cover

The Mafia's Pet cover

Slapping The Mafia Boss {#1} completed cover

Reclaiming his Angel (✔️) cover

Touhou Final Bosses In My House?! cover

What It's Like | Shuca (COMPLETED) cover

Welcome To The MAFIA cover

Connect Us ✔

"God, you're adorable," he chuckled, stepping towards me. When I felt his warmth right in front of me, a soft moan escaped my lips. He was close enough for me to catch the musky scent of his cologne. "Do you want me that bad?" My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the slightly damp fabric of his coat. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging my head back. My lips parted, hoping for a kiss, but he kept me waiting. "Please," I whispered, desperate, his lips so close they brushed over mine. "Please, I'm begging you..." ˜˜˜ He would rather end up on the streets homeless than go back home. Oscar has three jobs, debts since he was seventeen, and a dream: to open his own dance studio and make a living from it. He wants his dance group to become famous. He aims to quit his main job as a tattoo artist and achieve independence. With his financial struggles, his dream seems distant. But when Oscar is offered a large sum of money after a one-night stand--despite his pride being reluctant to accept--the dream suddenly feels within reach. Now, he has no choice but to confront and finally overcome the deep-seated childhood trauma buried within him.