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When Edgar Benedict, CEO and Mafia Boss, agreed to a marriage he didn't choose, he expected silence and walls - demanded it. Especially with her. Lilian Bouchard, the too sweet, too understanding nurse who he was stuck with while his empire - crafted from crime and loss - began to crumble. In his pursuit of this mystery, and otherwise, Edgar's not meant to be kind. He's meant to be untouchable - calculating, precise, and ruthless. The man everyone fears, whispers about, never looks in the eye. But in the midst of it all, when an accident leaves Lilian blind, she begins to see him more clearly than anyone else ever has. Between hushed conversations, laughter in the rain, and arguments that cut too deep, something starts to shift. He hates how she talks to him. She loves how he listens. He calls it -her- foolishness. She calls it faith.

'ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀʙʏ' |•. Russian singer songwriter "Ivanna Sokolova " and Timothée Chalamet were once a couple, Timothée left her because he thought it would be best. That he wasn't enough for her, for what she needed. But he couldn't have been more wrong, Timothée was what Ivanna needed to survive, or at least that's what she thought. When Ivanna was left by herself, ridden with sadness, Timothée was already in another relationship seemingly 'happy'. But no one knew he was breaking just as much as she was, the guilt and the sadness in his heart was too much for him too move on. They both loved each other too much to let each other go. And who knows? Maybe they even found a way back to each other. •| 'She is water, Powerful enough to drown you and enough to cleanse you deep enough to save you.'

Fourteen-years-old Élise leaves France for a summer in Seoul, expecting nothing more than a temporary job she got out of luck, new routines, and long-distance calls home. Between unfamiliar streets, convienience-store dinners, and the quiet pressure of growing up too fast, she begins to build a life that feels entirely her own. But on her first day, a brief, unfinished conversation in a hallway reminds her that some encounters don't end when you walk away. And that some summers change direction without warning. { Speaking about warning, I would like to add that if your an adult reading this this is a reminder that Louis is currently 15. I let you sit with that. } Anyway guys, enjoy 🤭

⚠️ In this story I leave the characters aesthetic totally up to your imagination although I might describe how they look every once in a while the rest is up too you⚠️ She was bound to him by contract, not consent. A forceful arranged marriage delivers Alix Beaumont into a world where power is inherited and obedience is expected-and into the hands of Cesare Bellini, a man who believes ownership is permanent. He does not raise his voice. He does not rush. He watches. Waits. Controls. Cesare is her husband in name and law. In presence and shadow. In every locked door and quiet command. What begins as obligation turns into something far more dangerous as his attention sharpens into fixation. He memorizes Alix's silences. Anticipates her defiance. Moves her like a piece already claimed. In his world, marriage is possession. Freedom is a myth. And love-if it exists at all-is indistinguishable from obsession.

„𝐀𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝐘/𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅!" „𝐇𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐬!" ɪᴛ's ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴀ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ? ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ɪɴ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ...ʀɪɢʜᴛ...? ALL CHARACTERS FROM KNY AND KNY ITSELF BELONGS TO KOYOHARU GOTOUGE THE OCS BELONG TO ME

Mira, A 20 year old girl who grew up in a restricted household finally decides to go with her plan to runaway to a new place, Her only problem aside from money was the language barrier...When suddenly she finds a man who reluctantly agrees to help change that. despite the temper of the older man, Mira cant help but find his method of teaching, Arousing....How will this one end?. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠..𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲?~" Tags -Alcohol use -Drug use -Smoking -Mdom -Fsub -Studentxteacher -Breeding -Roughdom -Brattysub

Chiara Giordano was born and raised in the U.S. until her father died and her mother took her and her siblings back to her country, France. Years later, Chiara moves back to the U.S. for her last year of her degree in a exchange program with st Cloud university in Minessota where her cousin and best friend also studies. There, she meets Adrian Vidal, from the neighbor college. One spontaneous night spent together creates a lasting bond between both of them, that can't go away. The problem? He's Chiara's cousins greateast rival on the ice and he's also in love with his best friend. Yet they can't keep away from each other even when Adrian faces the pressure of familly and being hockey captain while Chiara tries to figure out where she belongs and what she wants to do with her life after her last year of college. Maybe what they need is exactly what they can't have.

✦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 Book Three of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Allure in her eyes, poison in her soul- and still, he chased her with open veins. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Saad Rochefort, the most feared mafia king of France, had come to India with one mission - To find the mother he thought was dead. Disguised as just Saad, COO of Thaakur Dynamics, he kept a low profile. Until the day of Holi. That's when he saw her - Ruhi Singh. The most dangerously beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And just like his father had once fallen for a dancing woman in a foreign land, Saad's obsession began. But Ruhi wasn't ordinary. She was Hex - the most wanted international hacker. A ghost in the system. A phantom in the real world. He didn't know her name. Couldn't trace her face. But he knew one thing- ordinary people don't vanish like that. Only predators. Only people too dangerous to exist on paper. And yet, he chased her. Because despite the alarms blaring in his mind, he was already addicted. To the mystery. To the danger. To her. She was chaos in heels. A myth in silk. And she'd become his obsession. His Siren. Unreachable. Untraceable. Unforgettable. And he'd do anything- burn borders, bend laws, betray blood- just to make her his. 𖤐༒⛧𓂃𓏲𓂃⛧༒𖤐 "Why do you look at me like we've met before?"-Ruhi Singh. "Because I've seen you... again and again-writhing under me in dreams I never wanted to wake up from."-Saad Rochefort.

Gabrielle Davis was never meant to be the turning point-yet somehow, she becomes one. Drawn into a world defined by power, indulgence, and quiet imbalance, her presence begins to shift the narrative. Where desire is loud, she is steady. Where passion fades, she remains. As attachments deepen and boundaries blur, Gabrielle is forced to decide what it means to stay in a story that was never written with her in mind. Yet she reshapes it-refusing to disappear within it.

ویستن نهێنیەکان ڕکابەری چیڕۆکی ئێمێلینا دەست پێدەکات.. ئەو تەنها ویستی بژێوی ژیان بۆ دایکە نەخۆشەکەی دابین بکات بەڵام چارەنوس پلانی شتێکی تری هەبوو لە قەڵایەکی گەورە و نهێنیدا، دوو برا لە هیچ شتێک ناوەستن بۆ ئەوەی دڵی ئەو کچە بە دەست بهێنن کە هەرگیز مەبەست لێی ئەوە نەبووە کە هی ئەوان بێت. سەردەمی ڤیکتۆریا هەموو مافەکانی ئەم چیڕۆکە دەگەڕێتەوە بۆ خۆم

At just nineteen, Reinhard Bäumer answers the call of the Fatherland, enlisting in the Imperial German Army with hopes of getting away from his strict and unsympathetic father to a brand new world. But the war he marches into is nothing like the one he imagined. Amid the endless trenches, mud, and blood of the Western Front, Reinhard is forced to confront the grim reality of survival in a conflict that spares no one. Caught between duty, despair, and the will to endure, he must face a haunting question: will he live to see the war's end-or be swallowed by it? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ⚠️⚠️ATTENTION⚠️⚠️: ALL OFF-SITE LINKS OR CONTACT INFORMATION WILL BE IGNORED AND REMOVED. ANY ATTEMPTS TO SHARE SUCH DETAILS ON MY PROFILE OR THROUGH DIRECT CONTACT WILL NOT BE ACKNOWLEDGED. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright 2025 by SandmasterXD All rights are reserved by the author. This work, or any parts thereof, may not be reproduced, retransmitted, or stored in a retrieval system, in any form or by any means, without the prior written consent of the copyright owner. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Powered By: Wattpad

☽✧･｡ Pritisha ⋆: his menace ｡･✧☾ Three women, three storms-silence, chaos, and justice. Three men, forged in restraint, control, and power. They met as contracts, enemies, and calculated choices... but destiny turned every dark beginning into an inescapable forever. ━━━━ ✦ 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 × 𝒯𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽 ✦ ━━━━ She is a mafia woman-calm on the surface, dangerous in silence. She believes control is her greatest weapon. He is a businessman who operates quietly-controlled, calculated, and lethal. To the world, he is power dressed in restraint. They are unknowingly obsessed with each other, bound by a pull neither of them understands. And in a twist of fate, she arranges her own marriage... with him. ━━━━ ✦ 𝑀𝑒ℎ𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 × 𝐴𝒹𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 ✦ ━━━━ She is chaotic and impulsive ,laughs too much, speaks too fast, and turns calm rooms into disasters. Trouble follows her not because she looks for it, but because it finds her irresistible. He is the calmest man in front of the world, but beneath that control is someone who knows exactly when to step in-and when to let chaos burn itself out. She is crazy for him, but he belongs only to her boss. He signs a contract with her for six months, but destiny binds them forever. ━━━ ✦ 𝑀𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓀𝒶 × 𝐾𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓀 ✦ ━━━━ She is a criminal lawyer who believes in justice, logic, and clear lines between right and wrong. Soft in nature yet lethal in skill, she is easy to read, with a bubbly personality that emerges once the workday ends. He is the kind of mafia man people speak of in whispers-ruthless, patient, and inevitable. He doesn't seduce. He observes. He never begs. They despise each other. Even the sight of one another is unbearable. He seeks revenge and forces her into his world, claiming her through power and control. But destiny has written a story very different from t

She dances like the world is hers. He controls everything. Sanica lives for the stage. Louis lives by rules. Their worlds shouldn't collide... but when they do, a quiet fire ignites, small, smouldering, impossible to ignore. One glance. One spark. One city that never stops moving. Can two hearts this different find a rhythm, or will their differences burn them apart?

The new generation, this is the second book to the Ricci family, Book 1: the missing secret. This is set ten years after the first book.

poems posted when emotions are too much for my body. Wether you like it or not is up to you. i was told to post them one day , so that's what i'm doing. they are pretty dark most of the time. if you're still reading , i hope you know there is always someone out there that's here for you. And we may not know each other , but i'm proud of you, for opening your eyes today and keeping on going. you'll find your spark again one day. You are unique, make your life at your image. disclaimer : i'm french, so there may be french poems or mistakes in my poems, please forgive me for that

In a world stitched tightly by family duty, Zara Maher stands at the edge of a choice that could shatter everything. When her best friend marries her eldest brother Alexandre, a harmless family joke about Zara ending up with her friend's brother, Damian Malik, stops feeling funny-and starts feeling like fate closing in. Zara always believed her parents would never force her into anything. But fate doesn't need force... only pressure. And when a new presence enters her life-quiet, magnetic, and dangerously unexpected-Damian's lingering obsession twists into something far darker than affection. This is a story where alliances turn into chains, old promises become weapons, and love sparks a rivalry that spirals into madness. Because some paths are chosen. Some are destined. And some... are fought for in the shadows.

Two foreign lovers get married and go to the countryside of the Netherlands before getting attacked by a cryptic, possibly having to chose between their lives and bodies.

The new generation, this is the second book to the Ricci family, Book 1: the missing secret. This is set ten years after the first book.

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

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