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"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.

You're starving. Starving for fun, starving for satisfaction, starving for victory. As time goes on, you want more and more. You feel like you are going insane. You feel that this is becoming dangerous. If you don't stop now, you will regret it forever. No matter how you look at this game, you have to finish it. There is no way back. This is why you will only choose one path, and that is the path of victory. What would happen if there was a war between gods and goddesses? What if the goddesses are tired of being outsiders of the gods and they decide to fight against them. Therefore, they determined to show their strength to everyone. It's time to step onto the chessboard and show them the girl's power. Who will win? Gods or Goddesses? Love, revenge, hatred, friendship, mystery, betrayal - all together in one story.

[# 88 in TEEN FICTION on 14/3/18.] [#5 in angerissues on 10/05/2018] COMPLETED!!! No matter where you come from, your dreams are always valid. RULE 1: Never let anyone under estimate the power of your dreams. RULE 2: Always follow rule one. These were the only principles little Ria lived by. Her devoting and protective nature always came out as harsh and bitch-y. Everytime she felt threatened, her claws came out, ready to defend...to destroy. It's only you who knows the value of your dreams. So, what will she do when her exterminator walks into her life, ready to ruin everything she lives for. She fight's. A fight between two souls. ________________________________ "Who do you think you are?" she asked, bravery seeping through every syllable leaving her mouth. A devil carves fear, and when you don't give him that, he is agitated. "Your nightmare baby." he smirked as he leaned closer to her. They say never look into his eyes...he is evil. Don't cross paths with him...he is unforgiving. Never challenge him...he is destructive. But what did she do??? Every damn thing she wasn't supposed to! Add a punch to the already shaky equation and you'll find yourself amidst drama...teenage drama. Is it right to let these two souls collide? "I am not your damn servant whom you order around, get that straight through your thick skull!" with that she walked away like a pro if I may say so...leaving him staring at the place where she previously stood. When an ego is hurt, revenge is born. "Come on guys. . .we need to sort out some things," all his friends could do was watch; watch helplessly, as destruction planted it's ugly claws into their lives. A tale of destruction, misery, loyalty, friendship, trust and betrayal. "If you call yourself a dreamer, I call myself a dream-snatcher. You won't even know what hit you, little girl," he thought, as he smirked wickedly at her retreating figure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Has mild cursing be warned!

When disaster strikes in the Hunger Games, Rue must fend for herself. Can she win the Games and become a victor? Beyond that, can she aid a rebellion aged only thirteen? This is a fanfiction that I wrote because Rue is my favorite character in the Hunger Games trilogy. I don't think she should have died; here is my version of what would have happened. Thank you so much to Libby Morris for badgering me until I wrote this fanfic :) I do not own copyright for the Hunger Games or the characters. BOOK TRAILER YAY - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WZwr71bqc8A

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

"When I grow up I want to be a knight just like you, Daddy!" "And you will, Kayley, don't you worry." ~ Patton traced the name carved into his father's headstone, smiling sadly to himself. "Happy birthday, Dad. I know I'm wasn't the perfect daughter, and never will be... but I hope I'm the son you would have wanted." He heard his mother calling, something about his chores. The chickens needed feeding, the barn needed cleaning. "Hurry up, Kayley, so we can start your dress later!" Patton grimaced and looked up at the red streamer hanging from the barn roof. If he squinted he could see the neighboring farm, flying the same streamer. Camelot was finally finished. The soaring castle walls in place, stained glass casting bright colors across the floors. The large, circular table was in place. Everything was ready. Patton was going to be at that table if it killed him... and with his biological predicament, it just might. Taking a small stick, he went around his father's gravestone and began to write in the dirt behind it. 'Kayley Albrecht' "Kayley!" He winced and dropped the stick, scrambling to his feet and brushing off his tunic. "Coming, Mother!" ~ Characters belong to Thomas Sanders THIS BOOK CONTAINS CLOSETED TRANS PATTON. THERE WILL BE SERIOUS AMOUNTS OF UNINTENTIONAL MISGENDERING. I AM WARNING YOU IN ADVANCE.

𝘼𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙙-𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙄'𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜...𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚." (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Context that no one reads♥ The five Arthurian Romances by Chrétien de Troyes is all about romance defying social construct. A chivalry, courageous and honourable type, conveying courtly love and national unity. I had only found out about this poetry book very late but coincidentally it complimented the story brilliantly, so I have featured it in this piece. I decided to name this book after all five novels, calling this the 6th Arthurian Romances, as it is also set in that time. Essentially, it is about love between two different classes. As you know they took King's bloodlines very seriously as well as the hierarchy in the 12th century. But what if this king, like the Knight of Lion and the Knight of Cart, followed their hearts rather than society? Never written a historical book before so please 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭 :) Based on: -Movie: The Kingdom of Heaven (2005) -Historical figure: King Baldwin IV of Jerusalem (1161-1185) Includes: -The Arthurian Romances by Chrétien de Troyes (1130-1190) Started: 30th December 2023 Ended: 19th February 2024

It may be a small town. But it has its many secrets. ----------------------------- "Sweetie, I just want to help you." "And how are you going to do that? Lock me up in an asylum where there are psychos who could hurt me? Put me to death? The possibilities are endless when it comes to getting rid of me, huh?" "I would do no such things." "Now who is the liar? And for the record, I have delicious snacks tugged away in my bag if I get hungry. I do not need your poisonous food. Also, do not call me your sweetie or sweetheart. Margie is your child now." "Margaret, you are sick. You need help." "The only help that I need..." She took a bow and arrow out of her bag, letting go of her bag in the process, and set the arrow on the bow. "...you all need help." Without any warnings, she grabbed ahold of me, forcing me to my feet, and held me close to her, pointing the sharp end of the arrow at my neck. "And the only way that you guys will receive help is if I kill my replacement." ----------------------------- If you like adventure, mystery, humor, or cliffhangers, then this is the book for you! Cover: Recolor Copyright by Ash J. All Rights Reserved

[Book 1 of Broken & Healed Series🖤] Aliya × Tahmeed ( Tahu × All) "You said you don't hate me. So, can't we start a new chapter?" she said trembling, her eyes filled with hope. He laughed loudly. "Aliya Emdad are you a stupid or just pretending to be. Listen to me carefully. Yes I don't hate you. Actually I feel nothing for you. So don't expect anything from me" _________________ This story tells how 2 best friends become strangers and how destiny get them together with a powerful bond of nikah. Will they be able to forget their past and live happily ever after?? . . Rank: #1 in Spiritual on 24-02-2025 #1 in Beginner on 13-02-2025 #1 in Hate-love on 17/03/2025 3 in #arrangedmarriage at 1/10/2024 5 in #betrayal at 1/10/2024 8 in #heartbreak at 1/10/2024 9 in #secondchance at 2/10/2024 . Warning : English is not my first language. So please bear with me and feel free to point out errors🤍.

After years of warring in Holy Land, Roland, is finally back home in Normandy to put his affairs into order. Home, he has a betrothed, in Holy Land, he has wealth, riches and an estate to manage, though it seems to him that he has nothing but dead mates and demons to dance with him. Left for dead in the forest he is saved by Ide and if mistrust festers inside him towards this witch, he cannot help that connection he feels growing towards her. Ide is a healer and a brewer but to many she is an abhorrent witch and the devil incarnate. When she picks up a knight in the forest she deems it a welcome opportunity to prove them wrong and save someone for a change. Laden with grief and ale, Ide manages a miracle but the man's venom does little to ease her woes - and less to ease her misery. Little by little, Ide and Roland get to know one another. Riddled with secrets, burdened with grief they will learn to love, to laugh, to live.