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The MANIAX!'s Cheerleader

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"You can't hide from me, kitten. I'll always find you." Jerome taunted,  laughing maniacally as he walked down the hall. 

I held my breath, hoping that if I wished hard enough, he would go away. The door to my room opened and his light foot steps was the only thing heard. 

I waited until he left the room, releasing my breath when he didn't find me and the click of the door sounded. I slowly and quietly slid out from underneath my bed, walking over to the door to lock it silently. 

"Told you, you couldn't hide from me."All Rights Reserved

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Demons Love by HADES_ANGEL666

I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."

Winter Wolf by HBFhelly

"Why are you so cold to me?" Lo asked. She didn't understand it. This should be a blessing to them both. Tristan stopped at the threshold of the door. She could see his muscular form tense, his large hands clenched at his sides. A thick silence followed; it was almost suffocating. Lo felt as if she couldn't breathe. "I'm no colder to you than any other." He spoke without turning back. Lo felt like her heart was being slowly crushed. "But... we are-" Lo fumbled with her words. "Enough. You are a child; you can't possibly understand the complications of our situation." Tristan growled as he spun around. His dark green eyes met her crystal blues with a fierce look. "I... I don't understand. My mother said you would cherish me from the moment we met... until our dying days." Lo said as she felt the hot tears start to drip down her cheeks. She knew she was young and naive, but she was no child. She was nearly grown. "She was wrong. I'm already mated; I will not abandon her. My father wants you dead. I shouldn't have stopped him." Tristan said with an icy tone as he turned and slammed the door on the way out. Lo could barely get her breath. She felt crushed, and it was more than emotional. It felt like he had just wounded her soul.

Troubles Ahead by readingsbyel

We came to a stop in front of what looked to be a farm house of some sort? Probably a slaughter house, this is where my life ends. He got out of his car without making a sound and opened my door. "Get out" He said calmly. "W-where are we?" "Get out of the car." he said in a harsher tone. What the hell did I get myself into. A dark romance between a shy girl and a tormented soul. *short story*

Savage Mafia Couple by maghee23

"You can't avoid me forever Lara" I chuckled "I'm ignoring you, you idiot" "Is it?" he slowly came towards me and pressed my body with his. Now I'm crushing between wall and him. My God please save me from this psycho. We locked our eyes, I saw his grey one. His eyes are filled with lust. I can sense I'm turning on but I'll never allow that. While I'm thinking about how to punch him, he suddenly slip his hand under my night wear rubbing my right thigh up and down. I'm in dead shock that my body can't move an inch from where I was standing, scratch that I was being crushing by this monster. He slowly leaned towards my ear, rubbing his lips below my ear and whisper "looks like you're enjoying my touch." I give him a big smirk making him confused, it's reasonable because he don't know my next move.. ≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈≈ Zanvil Makarov 25, Russian, cold and merciless Mafia king, play boy. Lara Charlotte 21, daughter of Italian mafia Don, infamous assassin who everyone is afraid of. Top one mafia king and top one assassin who is trying to revenge her friend death. Will her identity get reveal? Will these two savage people become 'Savage Couple'? 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽 🔞 I'm not embarrassed to say that my first story is a cliche one.

The nameless Luna by smiling_optimist

I panted hard, when Daniel wispered into my ear: "We should call you Snow white." I barely manged to answer him in my pleasure filled state. "Why's that?" "Because....", Daniel started and paused to lick a certain spot on my neck yet again. "Your skin is almost as white as snow." My eyes were already shut tightly in pure pleasure. "Your hair is as black as ebony!", Daniel told me and moved his nose into my hair to inhale my scent. My scalp began to prickle and I could feel myself shivering in expectation of what was yet to come. Daniel pulled back a little so that his face was directly in front of me. His now dark green eyes were filled with so much lust and yearning thati t left me breahtless. His index-finger gently caressed my lower lip and I wanted nothing more than to suck on his digit. "And your lips are as red as blood." Imaging waking up in a hospital with no memory of your life, but with a sexy hunk right beside your bed. You must be dreaming right? That's exactly what I thought. However, I still have to find out if my new reality is - pure bliss because of Daniel or - a night mare because of my haunting past.

Forever Yours by EdwardCullenCumSock

17 year old Gwendolyn lives in a small quiet town in Alaska. Her life takes a quick turn when she sees a mysterious and gorgeous man in her dreams. He then keeps appearing in her life and she doesn't know what to do. When this man offers to tell her the truth about herself she doesn't know whether to trust him or not. Her life is turned upside down from one simple decision. And she learns the real reason behind her attraction to this man. ---------------- I slowly walked closer, resting my hands on his chest. He looked me up and down, taking in every ounce of me. I came to a stop and looked up into his golden eyes. He was staring holes into me, trying to figure out if I felt the same way he did. I slowly moved my hand up, caressing his neck and jaw. He moved his hands up, wrapping them around my waist. We were both staring at each other understanding what we both wanted. I slowly closed my eyes, leaning into his grasp. He lowered his head and scanned my lips. It looked at though he was asking for permission. Before he could ask I snaked my hand into his hair, pulling him in. Our lips met and I felt his warmth corrode into me. He was pulling my waist closer, and I was pulling his hair. It was as if we couldn't get close enough. --------------- This is a short love story. Some of the chapters may have mild changes since I occasionally edit them.

Pregnant by a Murderer by Giavannih

"How dare you fucking disobey me," He grits his teeth clenching his fists while glaring at me. "Please let me go, I promise I won't say anything to anyone," I beg tears sliding down my cheeks slowly backing away from him. "Didn't I make myself clear already? You will never escape from here." My heart sinks down to my stomach. Anger quickly rising making me splutter two words I'd soon would regret. "FUCK YOU!," I scold. "What did you just say?," he grumbles his chocolate brown eyes three shades darker almost looking black. I gasp, as my back hits the wall watching him close in on me. I try to curve to the side, but he immediately closes me in by stretching both of his arms out. His hands firmly flat against the wall. "Repeat what you just said to me Madison," he evilly mutters his eyes locked with mine. "Leo please," I mumble. "You will learn to obey me," he venomously says his hot breathe hitting my flesh near my ear. Suddenly, his large hand grips my neck tightly chocking me. Both of my hands clutches onto his hand trying to free myself from his grip. "P-pl," I struggle to say while trying to breathe. I can feel the life in me slowly slipping away. My vision starting to blur in and out of focus. Leo suddenly lets go of my neck and I helplessly drop to the floor gasping for air like a fish gasps for water. I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as I realize my life could have ended in the hands of this handsome murderer. "Recognize who you are speaking to. No one, I mean no one ever disrespects Leo Castillo, leader of The Red Eagles!", he firmly says his cold eyes glaring down at me. I stay silent completely mute. My body trembling from pure fear scared to say anything that might upset him again. Leo turns his heel walking out of the room locking it from the outside leaving me in shock of what just happened. "What the fuck did I get myself into?" A/N:DO NOT REPRODUCE/COPY ANY TEXT OR MY STORY IN ANYWAY. I WILL TAKE LEGAL ACTIONS IF NECESSARY!

Bite marks by bex101118

I struggled and lashed out at him hoping to cause some, any damage at all that might allow me to escape, instead his grip tightened and a whimper escaped without my consent. His touch burned, or at least I imagined it burning, sizzling my skin until it was burnt to a crisp. He clawed down the back of my dress, shredding the lace fabric to bits as if it was paper, it floated to the ground like confetti, I looked at it in disgust, as if it was celebrating my exposure. The cold air of the store room nipped at my bare back, contrasting between the burning fire his touch inflicted. I felt sick. He was now shoving himself closer to me until it was impossible for me to move. I could hardly even breath. I was seeing red and I couldn't even do anything. I felt so helpless. Tears welled up in my eyes and they threatened to spill. I shut them tight wishing I had just stayed at home. Suddenly the pressure released. I could breath. Once again I was shocked and didn't know what was happening until I opened my eyes and saw the rogue getting up and looking to my right. I hadn't even noticed the large figure standing protectively next to me and so I was staggering away from him too. Power radiated from him making me feel safe and scared at the same time.

Green and Purple ¤ Jerome Valeska by batlover32

Katerina Smith was locked up in Arkham Asylum after killing her family with a kitchen knife. She suffered much trauma and pain, becoming a villain to hide her pain. Nobody dare crossed her in Arkham until a ginger king wanted her to be his queen. •°•••●•°▪︎¤○ "Hey, gorgeous I'm Jerome." She looked up from her newspaper, suprised to see a handsome ginger boy staring at her- but ignored her butterflies and turned back to the newspaper. "Piss off." She hissed, giving him her twisted smile. "Fiesty." He muttered before smirking. "I like that." All covers made by me I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS FROM GOTHAM OR ITS PLOT. I DO OWN KATERINA SMITH AND HER PLOT TW ⚠️ = mentions of abuse, murder, gore, blood, ptsd (possibly), anxiety

Unknown Love by Kanimozhii

"You can't..." He roared making everyone stood still. He roared falling down kneeling with his head down crying. " Will..." His Mom whispered afraid even her voice will break him more. " You can't... No one can get her to me. " he whimpered looking at everyone. I never saw a man this much broken in my life. Even I convinced myself to get her for him. Because I can't see him like this. That much is my love for him. " Why?! Tell me." Finally I whispered. " Because She is DEAD..." Jennifer escaped from her money thirsty father in search of her love and like fate in her favour she found him. But her lover doesn't know even her existence. Its story about how jennifer found and conquered her unknown love. Lets find out by ourselves

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Demons Love cover

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The nameless Luna cover

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Bite marks cover

Green and Purple ¤ Jerome Valeska cover

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Demons Love

I sat shaking in the cold, glass box I have spent most my life in. As a child, I would be thrown in here whenever I disobeyed orders or whenever I complained of my head throbbing like the sound of a hammer smashing a wall. As I grew up, I spent more and more time in here learning the lessons - that were close to impossible to figure out - that would cause the walls to dissolve and set myself free. "Maybe if I help you learn your lesson, you can join me at the dance?" He calls out of the darkness once again, my body growing in anticipation to see his face but still he remained hidden. "You might be here for some time then." I sighed and rubbed my arms with a chill, catching some of my wounds that were still healing. I had the urge to scratch at my skin again but I held myself back. "Is that a yes to the dance?" He laughed causing me to laugh again, I took a step back from the glass and into the bright light of the box, that didn't seem to make a difference to the outside. "Well, I am dressed for it and you would be helping me....how could I say no?" I asked rhetorically and I felt a brief movement from behind my see through prison. "Shall I help you learn your lesson then?" A playful tone echoed out towards me and I tilted my head, holding back a smile. I nodded, I had guessed he could see me and by the small sigh of content I had been correct. "Or I could do this?" Before my eyes had caught up to the shift in the dust particles, a man stood behind the glass, now clearly visible to me. His dark hair fell over his eyes, high cheekbones pushed his eyes into slits as he smiled at me and not a flaw on his skin. Dressed in a black suit and tie with a grey shirt, his finger reached up to the glass. He touched it for half a second and it dissolved beneath his pressure and my eyes widened in shock. "Now may I escort you to the dance."