🚧 UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧 〤In editing process, first book, revamping in progress〤 ❝ 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝐼𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒮𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓉𝓎 , ❞ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ. I decided to explore a little and found a room that had a beautiful black bed. It was very masculine, but the smell gave me butterflies. I approached the curtains on the large and long windows and gently touched them. "May I help you?" a tall figure asked with his hands In his pockets. I quickly turned around and was shocked at the sight I was seeing. It was the man with beautiful brown eyes. "No, I'm sorry, I just liked the way your room looked," I told him with a slight smile. ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. Yelena Alverez, nineteen-year-old, born in Italy raised in New York by her adoptive mother, Yelena, crosses paths with Adrian Costello, a twenty-five-year-old Mafia underboss. Adrian is a carefree sinner. He can shoot you in the head twenty-seven times with no guilt. Yelena loses her adoptive mother and is forced to move in with her biological parents. To Yelena, they were terrible people that had no emotion. Once Yelena got closer to her family, she realized they weren't bad people. Well, she was wrong. Her entire family is also in the Italian Mafia and her father is the boss. Adrian has never shown emotion towards a woman in his entire life, but once he meets Yelena, he falls in love. ₊‧ ✩ ੈ * ⚬ ʚ♡ɞ ⚬ * ੈ✩‧₊ * NEEDS MAJOR EDITING * xoxo, Scythe 🍜 ‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵ #1 - troublemaking #1 - Pinocchio #1 - Disparity #2 - forbiddenlove #2 - age gap #1 - Mine 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 : 𝘀𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝘁𝗵 , 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 : 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝟭𝟱𝘁

WARNING: Sensitive content and strong language ahead. 1st chapter excerpt Well, fuck. I royally screwed up this time. Just like my grandma said I would. I can imagine her snickering and whispering "I told you so" underneath her ugly moustache. Hell, not whispering. Shouting it from the rooftops if she could climb there. The hag. Shit! Grandma, you were right. I ended up fucking up my life. I can only hope it was just mine and I didn't fuck up someone's else too. Fuck! I can't feel anything. I can't see, speak, or move, either. I think...No, I'm sure. I think I'm sure. Yep, I really fucked up this time. Ha! I bet these are the last seven minutes we all get, between life and death. My whole life should be flashing trough my eyes right...about...now... You can start now, Life! Clock's ticking. C'mon Harper, focus on your early memory and the rest will surely come...Let's get this over with. ... Hmm! Interesting... I guess I didn't have a life worthy of a moment like this. Yeah, it's probably for the best. Then I guess I can go now. There's no need for these seven minutes, Death. Take me... ... ...

💜preview ________ ❤️there stood a girl, small pearly beads of glistering tears tumbling down her pale face. the girl stood on a railing of a bridge between death and a second chance.... her tears soaked her beautiful night gown and complimented her snow like hair that reached her feet, greatly. her dark serene eyes stared at the water below. the only things that separated her from the water was the few inches of space and her contemplating thoughts that ran across her mind. 💙the scars on her legs did no damage to the serene beauty of the girl. 💜the girl who turned seventeen that day was contemplating on ending it all.... ending the ever lasting torture and suffering..... but as she was on the brink of her ending a thought swirled through her mind. 💛" what would happen if I did this.... will she even care..... will she even give me a proper funeral.... " the girl though as contemplation was stopping her from it. 🧡from those thoughts it only made it more difficult for her to end it.... she was fatherless.... leaving her when she was a day old..... leaving her mother without a penny.... making her into a drunk addict.... 💚from that day on.... there weren't a day she hoped she lived..... getting verbally abused by the one who gave birth to her.... one who made living a suffering.... A living hell, the one who brought that man in to her life... 🖤all these thoughts made her will stronger... made her see that she had a second chance..... 💙but that thought washed away.... when she took her last breath that day crushing the second chance she longed to have just a few minutes ago..... read to find out what happened next

"Allie had found her father after years of searching. He wasn't an easy man to find. Made sense. If one were to look in the grizzled hunter's home they would probably run- and keep running. Yet she stayed there. Frankly, where else would she go? Other people were too busy chasing silver in hopes of finding gold. Gold to her was being right there with someone who hadn't been around for a long time. A figure that represented hope and renovation. Something desperately needed. Deserved. The loss of her mother had bred a sort of... delay in cognisance. The world proved vapid and although it inched and wormed around her, she felt void. The lust of desiring open landscapes and anything other than a fucking grey hospital room consumed her. Wires sat eerily behind her eyelids - the vision of incoming death. Those moments were a plague that often became pushed down behind a winning smile, pearly teeth on full display from her youthful stint in braces." Rewrite of a previous fic. If you were reading the other one, I encourage you to restart with this one. It's much better as my writing has improved. Characterizations are more in depth, horror elements are more distinct. This one will also be more explicit. Think of Supernatural if it was on HBO.

It wasn't really the result I was looking for. In fact, it was even better. I never really thought that this would happen to me. I never believed someone could love, well, me. But they did. He did. And despite his 'reputation', despite his lifestyle, despite everything everyone had ever told me, I loved him just as unconditionally. But will everything stay in harmony? How long will my paradise last for until my past comes back? Will they haunt me? Catch me? Kill me? "Livia? Tiago?" I ask, my voice breaking slightly. If they're here, then.... "Where is he? Where's-" "Gattina." All the breath in my lungs disappear as I turn to find the source of the voice. Half-way through my turn, I can see his dark silhouette at the end of the hallway. When I breathlessly say my next word, it feels as if I can breathe properly again for the first time in over a month. "Lupo." I run towards him without a second thought, sprinting full speed at him, and jump into his awaiting arms. He engulfs me in the warmest hug I've ever felt, entrapping me entirely - not that I mind. I cry in joy at finally being reunited with him as I bury my head into his neck, burrowing myself into him and vowing never to let him go again. Unwrapping myself from him, I look up at into his eyes. They're filled with love and relief, the same emotions I imagine my eyes are filled with. That quickly changes when his face contorts into one of pain. "Cole?" my brows furrow in confusion. He lets out a pained and strangled noise before he drops to his knees, collapsing at my feet. I gasp when I see Viktor behind him, holding a bloodied knife. A/N: Hey guys. Be prepared for dark themes, mature language, mature scenes, and so much more. Enjoy the roller-coaster, you are locked in... - Potential PTSD triggers! - BDSM themes! - Mentions of rape. - Mentions of abuse. - Mentions of torture. - Gun play! - Knife play! - Dark kink! (Warnings will be put at the beginning of potential trigger chapters)

He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your ass." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "Fuck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your ass." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the fuck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧ When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely overprotective and never lets me out of his sight. Now that I'm somewhat on my own everything starts to change. When I finish high school and start attending New York University my life takes a turn, for better and for worse. They're back. ☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ☆ Years ago we found our little angel. She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was the light in our lives, until one day we lost her again. Thirteen years later and we still mourn the loss of our sweetheart, but we found her once, we will do it again. I am the head of the Russian mafia, or a professor at NYU depending who you ask. One day I raise my head to look around at the sea of students and my eyes lock on a familiar pair of ocean blue irises. ★ 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋 ★ I'm a heartless killer and offer no apologies for it. As the head of the Russian mafia along with being the CEO to a multibillion dollar company, my life is nothing but darkness. During the day I'm an office man, at night my knife slashes through the necks of anyone I can get my hands on. Killing is my outlet, ever since I lost her. It helps me keep my anger in check. I've never stopped looking for her. We've come close multiple times, but each time came out unsuccessful. As I put a bullet in the head of my ex-guard, Alex comes rushing into the room, and the look on his face says it all. He found her. Start: July 4th End: ///

Nova Tepez wakes up on an alien mothership after he was abducted by unknown saboteurs. Unable to return to Earth right away, he agrees to help the Daxut with their medical experiments, but the endangered alien race is not all that they seem... ***NOTE*** This is a story about trans people, *for* trans people. The main protagonists are trans. Do not read this work if you are going to leave rude, tonedeaf comments about it, because I'm tired of seeing them and deleting them. ~ #1 in resuscitation (March 2021) ~ #2 in eroticastories (March 2021) ~ #3 in cpr (March 2021) ~ #6 in surgery (May 2021) ✅ = fully edited **All 3 Project SETI installments now available!** [CONTENT WARNING: this is an erotic work written specifically for medical kinksters. You will encounter Dom/sub dynamic, limp play/consensual non-consent, impregnation of a transmasculine person, medical examinations/procedures, including gyno stuff and medical torture, penetration and other sex acts, graphic depictions of surgery, resuscitation and birth. Proceed accordingly.]