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Гибель | Lookism

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Parts 9
Time 6h 35m

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"You're mine, okay?"
"Fuck, I'm more than okay with that-"
╰┈➤ ❝ Sink your teeth into my neck, please❞

(Y/n) (L/n), a figure of quiet destructive power that causes an uproar wherever he goes. He's easy going, confident and most of all a force to be reckoned with. An air of mystery surrounds him, pulling people in through his gentle tone and touches. 

He's orphic, but no one simply orphic has no layers. Scars litter his body, there's an undeniable gloom behind his gaze, гибель. As the saying goes, отряд, обреченный на гибель.

гибель"gibel [gee-bel]"
-(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word, meaning not quite death or suicide but simply ceasing to exist; deteriorating in a way that is painful to others. Overall it has connotations of death, destruction and ruin.
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SMR x Lookism

⚠️THIS FANFIC INCLUDES VARIOUS SENSITIVE TOPICS, PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF TRIGGERED⚠️
-Rape, Gang wars, Heavy Violence, Derogatory and hurtful language, Underaged Drinking, Drugs, Sexual Interactions and scenes, Ect.All Rights Reserved

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𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

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**𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳** Panic surges through me, and before I know it, I'm turning on my heel, trying to run, to escape the impending punishment. I barely make it a few steps before I feel his hand clamp down on my hair, yanking me back with terrifying force. "Going somewhere, little girl?" "P-please let g- ahh! Please! H-Hurts me!" "Afraid, are we now, baby?" His voice is a snarl now, filled with fury. "L-leave m-me," tears sting my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. I'm scared of him, scared of what he'll do to my friend, scared of what he'll do to me. His grip on my hair tightens and I wince, choking back a sob. "Oh, why? Don't you like my hands on you, baby?" He mocks hurt that instantly turns back into anger. "But you were fine when that fucker touched you, ain't that right?" Then he pulls a silver knife out of his suit, twirling it lazily between his ink-covered knuckles and my blood freezes at the sight of that psychotic grin. ***** People quaked with fear at the sound of his name and me along with them. He was Demetrios 'the God' Nikolayev and he was first in command of Russian mafia. He was a true psychopath who enjoyed hurting people, and I hated him for that. The worst thing - he owned me. "Try to accept the darkness, because from now on, it will be your only light." I tried so hard, but I couldn't understand it back then. How possibly can darkness be light? ***** This is not a vanilla romance but a dark, toxic, perverted, obsessive story. The book contains mature themes such as foul language, bdsm, sexual and abusive content, kinks, blood, manipulation, etc. Please keep that in mind.

Comfort Me (BWWM) by nissa_hi

Comfort n. a state of physical ease of a person's feeling of grief or pain . . . . . I grab ahold of his right hand and put it to my chest. With every beat of my heart I wanted him to feel my words. "I love you more than you could ever imagine. When best comes to worst, regardless of the outcome, you always COMFORT ME." . . . . . TW: underage drinking, drugs, addiction, smut, racism, anxiety, rape, etc Read at your own discretion

The Demon's Love✓ by ClarrisaButera

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%2Fbp3LcPicw2

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"Damn,baby...s-so tight." Lazar husked in my ear. "F-faster!" I moaend,and so he did. He began to thrust faster and faster. The bed hitting the wall,making it sound. Our skin clasping togheter as he thrust faster. "Omg!!" I screamed out. Lazar pulled up my legs on his shoulders,and just buried himself deeper in me,and hitting my g-spot more. COVER BY: AK_Writes UNDER EDIT! __________ Jessica Jensen,22 years old. Her mother is an alcoholic and takes pills daily. She's telling Jessics that her brown eyes is boring,her black hair is too...curly,and her body...oh,it's so ugly! Her mom is negative towards her all the time,no matter what. The only thing that's keeping Jessica up is the library she's working in. As reading books is her favorite thing in the whole world! But her mother keep's her inside of the house. She has no friend's,no boyfriend. And mostly:No freedom. __ Lazar Brazier,28 years old. He own's the big commpany called'Brazier's' in London. He has everything he wants. Money and power and lovely parents...no one really knows him...of course he has his friends. But no one other then them knows him very well...They have been really close since kindergarten. No one exept for his friends and Lazar's family knows how he works. Sure,he is a strict man. Don't tolerate people who are late or stupid. And most of all,he Does NOT want or need a woman in his life. Or so he likes to think. What will happen when he meets Jessica? A girl who isn't aware of the outside world as he is? Will it work,or no? ⚠️WARNING⚠️ ⚠️SEXUAL CONTENT⚠️ ⚠️STRONG LANGUAGE⚠️ ⚠️ABUSE⚠️ ⚠️SELF-HARM⚠️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's your resposibility to know if you can read these topics. It's graphic,so be aware. Have respect towards eachother in the comment section,thank you.

Property Of a Millionaire by FanofFans6

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

𝘼𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 // [Semi-Yandere] Twst x reader by YAENJU

𝗠𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀. Yup that was how everyone in NRC describes you as. But one thing about you is that, you are quite lucky. How? well your parents are beautiful their beauty was out of the earth. That's how people would tell you, a child of the sun and the deep ocean. Something that could blind you and find you peace, everything was perfect. 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘀. That you didn't come to NRC on your own will. Actually you got teleported here with out your will, it was sad and all but. At least you got to enjoy your day's with companies surrounding you, atleast you weren't particularly lonely. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝘆. Attract quite the unpleasant side of them. And you being dumb and all, didn't notice that. Even if you were smart, you won't even figured it out. How could a dumb boy/girl ever realised that? That's just their point ln view, what about your view? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿? 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹... Made by - Shu Xuyin. Made in - 29/1/2023.

Heart of Stone - Stone and Fire #1 [17+] (REWRITING) by foreverbooked81

Black eyes. Soulless. Unforgiving. Grey. Ice-cold, but just enough that I'm able to melt it. Both make me feel something. The matter was, which one out-weighed the other? Rule-bound, my life feels more like a cage than it ever has. I have no opportunity to use my fire and break out- heat can only do so much. And then like a fish out of water, I have to attach myself to this man- a man I know is dangerous. But so am I. The thing is, I don't know just how much. Only when he touches me, looks at me, talks to me even if his voice is laced with Russian poison.. that's when I realize just what agreement I've accorded with. It's a crippling touch of fire everytime he's near, and the most dangerous thing of all- even more than him, is the fact that I don't hate it. Stone is what I see when I look into his eyes. I wonder, is his heart made of it too? Nikolas Volkov When a bloody feud between the Russian Bratva and the Cosa Nostra ends with one outback- I'm forced to put myself in a position I have no other choice but to fulfill. With the Pakhan on my back, eyes everywhere mean complying is the only option. Only when the moment comes, is when I realize just what I've gotten myself into. She's.. indecipherable. I don't know what the hell this feeling is. I know it's not good. But my body tells me it's not bad, either. I try to stay away, but feeling her tremble and light like a switch underneath my touch when she's so used to staying upright, it awakens a dark, fulfilling part of me. My heart's made of stone. It always has been. So why do I feel it sway whenever she's near? 17+ Mafia Dark Romance *Standalone*

Blasphemy by JettieInez

"Run." I stare at him with fear and oblivion, the anger dissipating with every second. "You're not getting any second chances." He grits out from in-between his locked jaw as he harshly let's go of my arm. "3" Run. His eyes are set hard on my own. "2" Run. I take in a deep breath as his gaze darts down at my lips with untamed salacity blinding his vision. "1" ______________________________________ Iliana Up until now I had always been oblivious to sin, so how come, now, I'm so profoundly acquainted with it...word for word."Fornication" a term referred to consensual pre-marital intercourse.The idea of giving consent to someone to do such impious things to me, had always been comical when mentioned, yet now I don't find it the least bit humorous. He was every bit of the person I had to steer clear of however it seems he always finds a heinous way to disregard my said intentions. ______________________________________ Aidan Life never held any peculiar meaning to me....and had it not been a certain brunette showing up and captivating me in a split second, that perception would've stayed the same for the most part of it, but now that the angels advocate has made an appearance after years... I had found a new purpose to my indiscriminate life and it was to taint the whole lot of her in my own fucked up ways. TW •Graphic violence •Drugs and stimulants •Explicit sexual content •Partial BDSM •Bondage •Stalking •Blasphemous acts •Strong language •Atheism

Complacency (MxM) by StxnedWriter

**WARNING** ~contains explicit content that may not be acceptable to all viewers. discretion advised~ Callin got on top of Blake, using his legs to straddle Blake's lap. Pinning Blake's wrists down under himself, Callin wrapped his fingers around Blake's throat. He smiled down at Blake, waiting for him to wake up from the pressure. Blake's eyes shot open, fear and panic immediately coursing adrenaline through his system as he tried to thrash against Callin. Callin only laughed in response, watching Blake struggle. It was cute, knowing Blake would still fight no matter how compromising a position Callin put him in. Callin took it as a challenge, every time. He held Blake just like that, suffocating him, until his eyes started to roll back, his consciousness once again fading. Callin kissed Blake's forehead sweetly, swiping his hair from his face as he smiled fondly down to him. How precious he looks while sitting in the palm of Callin's hand. * DISCLAIMER- In this story world, each person gets five potential mates! At this point in Blake's life, he has already met two of them. By the end, he has met three! * Blake Daniels' story has been one tragedy after another, Complications littering his route, tripping him on his journey through life. At this point, he's entirely disgusted by his Complacency. For as long as he can remember, he has been at the whim of everyone's desires, neglecting his own. This left him wondering: what it is he wants? Could it be the sweet relief of death? Escape? Or simple Convalescence? *** ~Ms.Witch *** BOOK TWO IN THE ~Escape~ SERIES! Book 1: ~Complications~ Original: Created- 2015, Completed- 2016 Rewrite: Created (October) & Completed (December)- 2023 Book 2: ~Complacency~ Created (January) & Completed (March)- 2024 Book 3: ~Convalescence~ Created (April) & Completed (May)- 2024 Thanks for reading!

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