It was April of 2017, deep within the Serbian landscape, and The Captain had been tasked with exploring a newly discovered underground base presumably connected to the Previous Era. Because of the knowledge given to him of the Previous Era by people like Tesla, Welt, and Einstein; he excepted to see nothing less than indescribable technologies, old mementos without conceivable origin, and marks of an organization oh-so forgotten. But what he certainly had never expected was to find a life-pod, the glass in front clear and pristine, with someone inside of it. But who was inside was to be discovered. Thus three routes are formed, all relating to three specific entities from the Previous Era: with all of them connected to our Captain, now tasked with helping them remember their past; while also allowing them to assist a new future without a defined ending unlike the one they had previous experienced. And who knows? Perhaps something more could develop.

❝ 숨기려 하지 마 너의 편이 돼 줄게 ! ❞ ─── "Stop trying to gank my cheese!" He blurted out, clearly frustrated. Quickly looking towards him you arched your brow, confused. "How am I "ganking" your "cheese"? It's a history project....that we're working on TOGHETER!?" ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Ninja or not, if he keeps destroying your club room every monster fight... there will be consequences. You've worked hard to make these dresses perfect, and yet he keeps destroying them. What a pain... SFW | CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS 4mahoshojos© feb. 2022

[CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, #2] [Formerly known as *Possession: The Game of Clubs*] 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 What is worse than being forced to marry a man you've never even met? I'll answer it. Drinking with a man who's off-limits and sleeping with him just to prove a point. Plus points, if he's not the man you're supposed to marry. After one drunken mistake with the enemy, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things turned a little too hot in the bathroom. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn't resist his unbreakable allure. His need for me kindled a spark that made me lose control and forget who I was. Sex was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 They say there's pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden passion has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her-the woman desired by many but touched by none. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasn't mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Body and soul. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me? CONTENT WARNING (CW): This book contains depictions of violence, abuse, trafficking and other darker themes, along with sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers. 18+ reco

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She's dead by the third chapter. Okay, it's a bit more complicated than that. Okay, it's A LOT more complicated than that. Renata wants nothing more than to pay her bills through her mildly boring office job and figure out whether she is still in love with her best friend. The latter half of that desire is just a sneak peak into her messy life-and it's only getting messier. Considering the paranormal world she is about to dive head first into, she will come to realize that figuring out her heart may just be the easiest part of this journey. Well, the endless supply of supernatural hotness in this story may beg to differ-but that's besides the point. Either way, it's gonna be a killer time ;) EXCERPT Chicken tacos it is. Right as Renata grabbed the ingredients, she turned to put them next to the stove, where a clean, plastic cutting board awaited. But as she moved, she was confronted by a stranger, an intruder, standing mere inches from her. Before she could scream, he was on her, slamming her against the fridge. Her back flashed with sharp pain. Her eyes pricked with fear as she drank in his uncovered face. Deeply tanned skin. Ruby red eyes-ruby red eyes? Thick, slashing eyebrows. Flat, broad nose. Buzzcut. Handsome. That was as far as she would go in complimenting him considering this guy held a knife to her throat. When he spoke, his voice came out like thunder. It held a thousand threats and a thousand secrets. It held promise of pain if provoked. "If you scream," he warned, mouth pulled in a slight snarl, "this ends quickly." She didn't dare nod against the blade. He noticed and amusement lit up for just a second in those devilish eyes. Oh, whoever the fuck this was, she already hated him. Considering her predicament, panic was the most prominent emotion coursing through her at the moment. "Good." He removed his hand "Now you're going to answer my questions." °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°

-I am not good at giving descriptions but please give my story a chance- "He was the calm and she was the storm." They always say, loving someone would turn your life upside down in a good way but I believed that it's the opposite of good, and guess what? I was right. Love was always out of my mind. I drink, eat, and breathe my work I'm the definition of work alcoholic it's the truth. Then one day when I entered this case I knew that it will let me get where I want but for the first time in my life I was wrong. I failed! Not in my work, I failed in my life and I think I deserve it. My dad always tried gaining control over me and I hated it. One day I became sick of my dad's controllers over me so I decided that no one other than me would be in control of my life. Since that day I took the remote control of my life, emotions, tears, future, work, and anything that would pop out in my mind. If you wonder what happens if I wasn't in control the answer is I don't know or let me say I didn't know! Till one day I lost the remote control and it ended up pretty bad! I don't fear love, I fear the idea of someone else having control over my heart & feelings because you never know if the person will cherish you and never break you, or maybe it's only me. I don't trust people it's a survival instinct. And me being a controlling freak over everything doesn't make it any better for me! Love is like a drug, when you have it you feel at the highest place in your life but when you lose it you'll feel miserable, that's what I learned from my story of love. If I lost Serkan I know that I'll break apart and never be the same because I love him so deeply, he's engraved in my heart. And like that when I married Serkan it was like signing a deal with the devil himself. The name of the story has a deep meaning you come to know in the story. ** The story is under editing **

*Included in @KatyDreams Wattpad's Best Romance Books (Book 2)* In a large shopping mall we went. It was three storeys high, complete with restaurants and fast-food chains. He guided me to the second floor where all of the goods I had specified to him were located. Again, stores after stores were lined up for me choose, but I decided to enter one where its window knickknacks caught my eyes. The store was named, Ann Summers. Weird things. I most certainly hadn't seen objects like these in my entire life. The shapes were weird too; circular, elongated, heart-shaped in bold neon colors. There were even objects that looked like rods and cuffs of different sizes and colorful jelly rings with studs. My brain immediately registered children's toys? However, the moment I stepped inside the store, my brain immediately scratched the word CHILDREN and replaced it with ADULT! My eyes widened as I took in every single detail that welcomed me. D*ldos, lingerie, d*ldos, collars, d*ldos, nipple clamps? - what's that? - d*ldos, vibrators! - my mouth dropped - d*ldos, and more d*ldos! EVERYWHERE!!! Just what was this store all about!? Eriol, who trailed behind me earlier, now stood right in my side. He gave a light tap on my shoulder to which I immediately jerked away. Our eyes met and I swear he looked at me with a twinkle of mischief. 'Funny, you seem to have lost your way directly into this place, Milady,' he said and gave me a freaking roguish grin! ~ + ~ I am hoping that my vacation in my Aunt's mansion is worth it. Leaving my volunteer work in Nepal abruptly is not what I wanted but there is nothing I can do, my Aunt is just too insistent. I know staying in there would be enjoyable, but I never thought that everyday would become something more... more than unbearable, and it all stems to a certain man - the head butler of the house - specifically too attentive of me. Completed ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 2018

"You have got to be kidding me" he utters suddenly. "What?" i ask and follow his line of sight down to the ground floor front desk. "Angelo? What's wrong" i ask again, concern creeping into me as I put my hand over his on the table. "Nothing's wrong baby. Just that my sisters are here" he turns to look at me and turns his hand over, so that he grips mine comfortingly. "Oh....oh! Ok, well, we are done here right?" i ask rhetorically, referring to our meal, then pull my hand free and reach for my purse. "Yeah, calm down. It's ok, i just wasn't expecting them to show up here" he says softly, when he notices me getting ready to leave. "No worries" i stand up anyway. "What are you doing?" He asks, alarmed. "Leaving, i will see you later, yeah?" "Marianne, sit down" His eyes narrow at me in an intimidating manner, but i don't cower. "Sit down" he says again, even more assertively. "I am not meeting any more of your family." I mutter. "Sit down! this is not funny" he says under his breath, trying not to bring too much attention to our table, when i look just about ready to leave. "Thank you for lunch..bye" i whisper and go down the other way from the direction his sisters are now coming to our floor on. I don't turn around to see the look on Angelo's face, but i can feel his heated gaze as it drills holes into my back. ********* When the stars align, and Angelo Morreli meets Marianne Wright, Angelo is drawn to her by something he can't explain, like a light shining in the hidden darkness that is in his World...for Mary, he is an enigma, capable of drawing her out of her comfort zone, she knows right away that she should run the opposite direction fast.......and Never. Look. Back..... ........because it's the second glance that ties your hands, as darkness pulls the strings. #1 in Original story (05/01/2022) Books by Bellamerce Book 1: Only For You (Completed) Book 2 :When Stars Align (Completed) Book 3: Fire On Fire (Completed)

Modern themed story; not on the theme of VOLTRON. Only using the characters. I do not own VOLTRON, nor do I own the characters in this story. Thankyou. ______________________________________ ⟨? ⊰ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ⊱?⟩ She was left broken-hearted, her Ex, Shiro had left her. Not only just left her.. but cheated on her too. After a few months loneliness became a norm for young (Y/N). She had the same stuff EVERYDAY, get up early, get ready then go to work to only come back.. rest, eat and then sleep to only wake up to do the exact same thing again. Little did she know that across the road from her, where there had been a house for sale for some time, a young light violet skinned man moves in to. He helps the distressed young women, want to know what happens next? Give it a read. ? ______________________________________ This story uses she/her/they. It is mainly directed towards female readers. Sorry if you are male and wanted to read this, either change the words if you give it a read or not read it... please not take offence I will create one for the male reader if it's requested. (Y/N) = your name. (L/N) = last name. (E/C) = eye colour. (H/C) = hair colour. (H/L) = hair length. (S/C) =skin colour. If there are any more you want added or I add to the story I will let you know! ? Thankyou for taking interest in my story. Little thing I do, (random of me I know) but if you like music thought reading story's so if you slide the photo aside on the chapters there will be music ? request music in the comments and I'll add it for you guys. ⚠️- just saying this story may contain smut/fluff-⚠️

CHAPTER 1 - "Larceny" Candidly speaking, if this closed chapter had taken rolls now then you would be few days away from killing yourself! It was the time when time was bought for money. Since 18 years now, they first started constructing legs and were pledged to put full puissance of muscles into activity. This man is a 2-year-old amateur in theft and robbery. "I'll step to dance with few bar girls here to my ease and fill my thirst with little le champagne, some macroni and two buckets grilled chicken sauced with soya and a few desserts." tells BC Balanna. Balanna plans to know the layout. The reading lamp lit the table like a beacon and bright up to narrow edge on a 2 square feet table. But his room had broken mirror pieces on walls that made a light fold thousand times giving his room a starry night. After about 20 minutes of his scheme layout. "A bouffant rubbery shoe sole, a black-purple stripped v-necked plain fabric texture t-shirt and zipped stretching pant makes me comfortable for game" tells Balanna. Ever had he written a full-length strategy and capped his pen! "But how do I squeeze time?" says Balanna. A knock on wood, sounds of fastening the door and interlacing the metal rods for better tightness popped out through windows of lateral side windows near stairs. This broke his silence. Suddenly he hurried to see the letter. "Squirting initially, Running a slow race. People here tenterhook the doors and windows, To get rid of, local protest of agitations. I had no time to protect my owner now!" -Balanna Coming back with noisy buzz, he gripped tight to not slip and locked doors leaving everything going. Getting onto his racer bike and alike the royal style Kicks off the pedal to hit on roads. With full-blown zeal to enter, he speeds at dead throttle Uncontrollably and hitting at 100 was too thrilling to his boiling madness. Suddenly, a humming dulcet sound of horn comes out of the BMW's sound box.