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Beneath the Moonless Sky

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"How did you find me?" I jumped from his voice unaware he was behind me. 

My hearts beating impulsively, I can hear  it coming out of my ears. My body's shaken up as I have the fearful courage to turn around and face him. We are a table apart from each other, the only thing separating our space. His eye concentrated on the floor unwilling to look up at me, his hand covering the deformed side of his face. 

I stood there quietly. Many mixed emotions running through my body. I was in anger. Angered that for a long time, this man falsely acclaimed he was my father. Angered that he murdered and destroyed everything in my name. Angered that he built up my chance to become apart of the music... my passion, only to shatter it down. I feel so ashamed and manipulated and yet for some reason I yearn for him, I'm drawn to him in the most confusing mesmerizing way. I'm a dose of crazy just as much as he is for finding him and now standing in front of him. 

He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain that clenched at my heart, knowing that our goodbye was the last time we saw each other and had the most hardest bestow. I can feel my body tracing over to him, our eyes not leaving each other. He started pacing over to me in my way, his hand still rested on his face. Until we became feet apart from each other. I starred up at him, falling deep in his piercing blue eyes into the depths of this familiar spell. Suddenly my confusion of anger and frustration had vanished. Unknowing the reason why I came anymore.

I touched his hand and gently removed it from his face only to replace it with mine. He closed his eyes as his head rested in my hand giving the acceptance of my touch. A tear trickled down his cheek then grasp my other hand holding it up to his lips kissing my hand with a much compassionate force. 

Our eyes interlocked once again while my lips trembling trying to force the words out of me "I..I've made a mistake..."All Rights Reserved

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+ by shruwrites_

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

Arranged by patootie_cute

So many thoughts were running through my mind as Liam and I stood there, face-to-face, ready to do something that could escalate my like for him or even change his perspective of me in a good or bad way. But, why was I so curious about kissing him? Part of me did want to know what it'd feel like, the other part reminded me that this was my first outside a relationship, and we couldn't count his. He sure was really experienced. In the midst of my thoughts, I felt Liam soft hand caress my cheek. My heart pounded in my chest, as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes were burning into mine, and I felt his hands travel down my back and around my waist. I felt breathless already. He gently pulled me in close to him, so close that I could feel his heart-beat against mine. An audible gulp escaped me, making him smile. A real one. I could feel the warmth in his voice as he whispered " Don't be scared, I'm not that horrible. " At that moment, I just trusted him. I nodded my head, as he tilted his and slowly leaned in. A wave of heat flooded my entire body as Liam drew me closer and closer, firmly sealing the gap between us. Oh God. This is it. Skylar tries to make the best out of the fact that she was getting married in a year to a perfect stranger, but he's antipathetic, reluctant-the list goes on, and she gets broken countless times.

Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Her Innocence || Phantom of the Opera by SimpleSav

"Christine, I love you." The phantom's voice played a sweet tune in my mind. It was the first time he had confessed his love, but sadly, I couldn't return the favor. He had given me everything, fame, fortune, and a life of excitement and curiosity. Still, he had threatened to hang my beloved Raoul and sentence me to an eternity locked away from the world. My clammy hands shook with emotion as I slid the beautiful, diamond ring off my finger. The disfigured man helplessly gazed into my eyes, transforming my soul. I was the only one to look past his hideous physical appearance, to know how to comfort a creature of darkness; I couldn't bare holding in my emotions any longer. Tears plunged down my pale cheeks and I looked down to take his hand. Making sure not to drop the small item, I closed his rough fingers around the ring. "Goodbye," all sadness echoing through my word. I spun around and dragged my wedding dress through the foggy water to meet Raoul's awaiting boat. *** UPDATE 2020: Hello, all! I realized that this book recently gained traction in the fanfic world of Wattpad, again. Unfortunately, I wrote this back in 2014 and have yet to go through and edit. At one point, I planned on making a sequel to this. I don't expect to do so any time soon, but I appreciate the reads and the comments!

The Angels' Notes ~ Phantom of the Opera by pippa_writes

The almost inaudible rustling of fabric made me stop still. I stared at the little patch of light for a moment, almost shaking my head at his amateur mistake. Turning carefully, I looked back down the passageway. He was looking at the letter in shock, and when his glowing eyes wandered up to find me watching him two hundred yards ahead, he caught his cloak and, flicking it in a wide arc, disappeared into the darkness behind him. "Au revoir, mon Ange," I whispered, turning away again and suppressing a smile. "Or should I say, salut?" ~•~•~•~■~•~•~•~ In which Christine de Changy, the mother of two young boys, receives a letter from her long-lost Angel, written over five years prior, and loses herself in written correspondence with him, without her husband's knowing consent. COMPLETED. A quick read for any Phantom phans who have read the Leroux book and want to cry even more.

Outline by Domino_Volkov

This is an 18+ story with overtly sexual content and adult language. If you want a smut heavy read with a plot, this could be for you. It's obsessive love at first sight for a masked assassin who bites off more than he can chew when he decides to go after a seemingly innocent pink haired woman who might just have more secrets than he does. Preview: "Oh, do you feel how fucking tight you just got around me? I think you love this. I think your body loves getting fucked by me while I hold your life in my hands. I think that might be the only way your body ever truly accepts me. When it has no other choice." "Fuck, Deadeye! Put me back!" I panted but his words were making me soaking wet around him. My view of the city was spectacular. The windows of the tall buildings reflected with golden light that was streaked with oranges and pinks as the sun continued creeping up over the horizon. The adrenaline rushing through my body like a bullet train only made the feeling of him around me and inside of me heighten. "Shh, I told you, I'll do all the work. Just relax, watch the sunrise baby," he ordered softly in his deep, velvet voice, his hips pushing in and out of me as he spoke. "Pull me back!" "No. I want you to watch the sunrise with me. This is what I brought you here for." "Deadeye, I'm serious-!" He cut me off forcefully, "So am I! If you ask me to stop again I will push you off this roof even further," he growled. "You wouldn't want to accidentally fall, would you?" I wondered if he was teasing or not but as my hair blew in the wind beneath me it sure as hell didn't feel like it. "Ok, ok, please?" I tried to appeal to him by pleading since making demands wasn't working for me. "Oh, I like your begging baby but if you're not going to give me your name then I am going to call you 'mine' and I fuck what's mine however I choose. And this is how I'm choosing to fuck you today, Saph. All you have to do is be a good girl for me and enjoy it."

The Entities Realm (Dead by Daylight fanfic) by Reconsiderart

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The Art of Manipulation || Phantom of the Opera & Loki the God of Mischief || by themabelian

As Ptolemy thought, we are all closer to Hell than we are to Heaven. If you push any man hard enough they can fall right back into the abyss from which they came. ~ Loki, The God of Mischief in The Art of Manipulation They were perfect for each other. She was light, he was darkness. She was pure, he was plagued. He was a ghost, and she was an angel. They had balanced each other like no other couple could. They calmed each other, soothed each other. They came together like Heaven and Hell, joined at the horizon by their love for music. He gave her his music and she gave him her voice. Their love was perfection in every sense of the word. They were also ignorant. Or at least...he...was ignorant. Ignorant to the fact that there was another being who loved him, too. I had loved him, that masked man. I had known him when all he was was a voice to her, her angel of music. I was his companion and he was my dream. A dream that would never be mine. A dream that I would long for for centuries. And now that I had a second chance, a second chance at the love I most desperately desired, I had to make a choice. Do I let things be, allow the Phantom's story to unravel the way it had the first time? Do I endure watching the man I love marry the woman who was so perfect for him again? That woman who was the dazzling soprano Christine Daaé? Or do I take him as my own?

The Phantom's Admirer by druuudruuu

“Why doesn’t she just love me back? I’ve given her everything!” Erik was almost in tears in front of me. I bent down next to him and wiped away a stray tear. He looked up into my eyes. “Nobody can choose who they love. Love is a gift, but it is also a curse. It either makes you, or breaks you.” He then brushed back a piece of my hair from my face and gave me a confused look. “How do you know this, Alice?” I looked down and took a breath. “Because it broke me.” Alice has been in love with the Phantom of the Opera since she read the book in her freshman year of high school. When her graduating class of high school goes to Paris, she can’t help but go along. One night, she sneaks out to find the man she loves she realizes she needs to go back in time to find him. When she arrives, she sees that the only way to win over his heart, is to make him fall for her, instead of Christine. So, with her trusty copy of the Phantom of the Opera, will she be able to make him love her too? I do not own the Phantom or any other character from the Phantom of the Opera. I only own Alice and her new adventures.

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"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!