Amara

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The nature of her beauty coats over me. Her skin, her hair, her body, and her lips were all coatings of a physique that perpetuated an image of gods grace. But its too late now. Shes in the hands of the Unforgiven.All Rights Reserved

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(m. yanderes x f. reader) (completed) Many years ago an infection struck the population of humans on earth, it became colloquially known as 'lovesickness' or simply 'the infection'. What is was? It damaged the infected person's empathy and made them willing to go to extreme lengths in the name of love. Advanced strength and senses were other symptoms that would arise with the condition as well. Over time as the disease was desperately suppressed it grew in its numbers, once children would hit eighteen they'd be tested for antigens and the numbers of infected persons would increase every year. Today it was next to unheard of to be uninfected and society had shaped itself around the needs of the infected. The four different strains of the disease would live together as the almost nonexistent uninfected population tried to avoid exposure. On (Y/n) (L/n)'s eighteenth birthday she would have a government ordered blood test to determine what strain of the infection she had only to discover there was no strain present.

"He was the shadow feared by the world, she was the light he never deserved. Yet in her touch, he found redemption, and in his darkness, she found the courage to love beyond reason."

We Dream at Midnight (Ember 2) by immoralLaurel

Here she is. I can see the slope of her spine through that thin shirt. She's made of angles I ache to smooth with a hand, but I'd use my lips if she asked. I brush her knuckles with mine. Her skin is cold, but she flips her palm for more contact. I lace our fingers. It's enough to make her look at me. As those kaleidoscopic eyes meet mine, I hold my breath. Then she sets her lips just under my jaw. It rips the air from my lungs. It's the softest thing I've ever felt. "What was that for," I breathe. She pulls back, lashes damp, and whispers, "You're the kind of person that should be kissed." 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 BOOK TWO C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ mature content ❤︎ romance & friendship ❤︎ yearning Copyright © 2021-present Laurel Montaze (immoralLaurel). This body of work (story, characters, ideas) is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website/platform or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen. Please notify the original author. © All Rights Reserved

She is mine. Her flesh, her lips, her hips, I've known for years that she is mine to protect and satisfy. My mind and body agreed that our place will always be five feet behind and right between her thighs. My heart, the one I didn't think I had until now, it's agreeing for once. It knows that she is his, too. Or perhaps, he is hers. Follow Adelaide King as she inherits her family's wealth and the target that accompanies it as she copes with betrayal, revenge and the sick part of her that enjoys Vance's violent nature. Follow Vance Ambrose as he struggles to identify if the carnal need for Adelaide will always be of the flesh, while trying to make sure the past doesn't consume them both. Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4r3vtXqynNPV6GFfMZCAwf?si=CFyj5KD8SCOe--ZUbYmiKA&pi=n0AFjAVCSl6AO

Triggers: Yearning, violence, obsession, tested intelligence His hands. The thing she hated most was when she started craving his touch. She'd would even go so far to admit that she worshipped his hands. Cruel and bloodied as they'd always be, she loved when he touched her with them. And no, the marks on her necks were never from his hands but only from his lips, his teeth. The hungry way he took her, completely sober and focused on wanting for her to feel pleasure couldn't compare to any drink or drug she could try to drown herself in. It was there when he'd brush the hair out of her face, or gently rest his hands on any part of her. Worshipping, adoring, owning her. It was intoxicating yet, in a twisted way, so sobering. She was no fool. She knew this was all a sickness. More than a rented whore, and less than a wedded wife. A being he possessed with passion but on whim could deny it all and leave stranded. It was a vicious predicament. And yet, she accepted that she let it happen.

In His Command London, January 1970. A city shrouded in fog, where power is measured in silence and devotion can be as binding as chains. Amara has spent her life in a world of quiet obedience, bound to Dominic-a man of unwavering control and unspoken secrets. To the world, he is a decorated officer, a man of duty and discipline. To her, he is everything: protector, master, and mystery. But beneath the polished veneer of their life together, something stirs-a question Amara has never dared to ask aloud. As the nights grow colder and the space between them tightens, Amara begins to feel the weight of something unsaid, something lurking in Dominic's gaze, in the way his fingers linger against hers, in the unshakable feeling that she is both treasured and trapped. But what happens when devotion is no longer enough? When fear and love intertwine so tightly that she can no longer tell them apart? In a world where submission is safety and questioning is dangerous, how far will Amara go before she discovers the truth about the man who owns her heart-and her fate?

A tale of two sorrowful souls who crossed paths due to a trivial coincidence. His eyes will forever ravish her, his lips will leave eternal marks and one word will haunt her until she dies. She has learnt to be quiet and sweet. He has learnt to dominate and kill. She is trying to find herself from the depths of distray. He is planning to destroy what is needed for power. Falling in love will be too dangerous, too alluring. And in the end it will hurt. Breathing should be effortless, loving should be painless. What does a girl who has learned neither? When you find home in the arms of a killer, to whom you cannot tell your secrets, without risking yourself. And why would you risk anything for a man who believes bullets can fix a broken heart.

"Please let me go " she cried, her voice trembling with fear. "Shhh, don't waste your energy, love. Keep it for the real game " he said, coming closer to her. She turned her face away in disgust. "Oww, look at yourself, feeling disgusted and all. Just wait, darling, how I turn this disgust into pleasure you beg to get again and again, day and night" he said, sliding her hair away from her face. His breath hit her face, making her shiver. "You won't get away with this " she said, trying to be brave, but her voice was cracking. "We will see, love " he said in amusement, eating her earlobe. Stalking her was not enough; never enough. Seeing her from afar, not having her beside , not being able to touch her was insane. He deserved her; he deserved her all. She thought she was overreacting but her intuition was right; it always was right, only if she stayed away from him, she wouldn't be in hell, which he called love. Triggers: sextual content , manipulation, rape , self-harm , toxic love Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution

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(m. yanderes x f. reader) (completed) Many years ago an infection struck the population of humans on earth, it became colloquially known as 'lovesickness' or simply 'the infection'. What is was? It damaged the infected person's empathy and made them willing to go to extreme lengths in the name of love. Advanced strength and senses were other symptoms that would arise with the condition as well. Over time as the disease was desperately suppressed it grew in its numbers, once children would hit eighteen they'd be tested for antigens and the numbers of infected persons would increase every year. Today it was next to unheard of to be uninfected and society had shaped itself around the needs of the infected. The four different strains of the disease would live together as the almost nonexistent uninfected population tried to avoid exposure. On (Y/n) (L/n)'s eighteenth birthday she would have a government ordered blood test to determine what strain of the infection she had only to discover there was no strain present.

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