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The Artist

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Reads 278,306
Votes 8,145
Parts 25
Time 53m

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My smirk fades when his eyes well with tears and he clutches the small parchment to his chest.

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HOW TO DRESS | JAMES POTTER by kquil_

"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls. "Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore," "James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..." "I don't, at least, make you feel good?" "No." He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. [nsfw oneshot]

MIND GAMES | Lucius Malfoy by _GiULiA49_

Vivienne Rosier has always known her family was shrouded in mystery, but she never imagined just how deep it went. Born into a prestigious Pureblood dynasty with French roots, she grew up among Slytherin's elite without ever suspecting that her own parents were keeping the truth from her. As Hogwarts trembles in the wake of Cedric Diggory's death, Vivienne finds herself caught in a web of secrets, dangerous alliances, and an alchemical quest that could change the fate of the wizarding world. And then there's him: Lucius Malfoy. Cold, untouchable, and everything she despises. But as the truth begins to unravel, their lives intertwine in ways neither of them expected. Between clashes, revelations, and impossible choices, Vivienne must decide whether she can trust him... or if her heart is leading her straight into danger. ---- "You have a sharp tongue, Miss Rosier," he said coolly. "Perhaps too sharp." I crossed my arms. "Perhaps." His gaze locked onto mine, and for the briefest moment, I saw something flicker beneath the surface-something that wasn't just irritation. Then, in one swift motion, he closed the space between us. Before I could react, his hand shot out, gloved fingers gripping my jaw, tilting my face up toward him. My breath hitched. "You are under my roof," he murmured, voice dangerously soft. "And while you are, you will refrain from speaking to me with such disrespect. Unless, of course, you'd like to learn firsthand what happens to those who don't." His grip wasn't painful, but it was firm. Unyielding. Commanding. ----

HIS BURNING OBSESSION.(COMPLETED)✔️ by daisysprings_77

WARNING: CONTAINS MATURED CONTENT!!! IF YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T DEAL WITH THE EXPLICIT AND TRIGGERING SCENES WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK, THEN PLEASE, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU... DON'T READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT! YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. "It was a mistake! I apologized already," feeling so terrified as I moved backward. "You should have known me better than this, little sparrow," He chuckled deeply, his gaze fixed on me. "Lucas please!" I cried, now stopped by the wall as my heart beats faintly. "Don't worry it's just a little game, you and I will play, you'll love it, little sparrow," He smirked. I knew this was a trick, Ben lied when he said he wouldn't hurt me and I stupidly fell into the trap. Now, I was alone with him and in his room. I think this is the time for me to announce my funeral... "Strip!" His cold voice snapped me out,as he stared at me with a deadpan expression while I gazed at him in ultra shock. *********************************** Camilla Evans is a gentle nerd in her finals at Watermark Highschool. As a nerd, the stereotypical notion of her wearing thick rimmed glasses, out-of-vogue clothes and shoes which were eighty percent of the time, twice her size still stands. Having been at the bottom of the food chain in Watermark Highschool, Camilla was liable to predators and the most annoying one of them all went by the name, Lucas Liam. Camilla had no idea why the hottest guy in school would even spare her a glance not to mention actually spending the whole day bullying and teasing her to no end. Could there be something else to these false acts of bully and teases from Lucas? Find out what happens when the Cheerleader, Jenny Layton put Camilla's life at stake? Will she be able to handle all the torments she's passing through especially when her mum died and her sister left her behind? Word count: 150,000-200,000 Released: 04/12/2021. WARNING: Don't steal or plagiarize my book Previously Titled: Secret Obsession.

Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

TO LOVE YOU FROM THE SHADOW by QisyaChan

To love 'him', only in distances... The 'Emerald' that always seek the 'Onyx'... That is not enough, he want to protect 'him', he want to shower 'him' with love, to be able to embrace 'him' every single moment we want.. But the time to the end are near.. and to think that he will lost 'him' became his fear... So he did everything he could to shove the fear... By giving 'him' the love that he have always bear...

Only His (mafia romance) by Baexwrites

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

I had so much left to say by Froggy_________

I let the tears fall down my cheeks, The gnawing pain in my chest only grew until it was too much for me to take. I reached into my bedside table and pulled out a small blade. I wanted the pain gone, I needed it gone. I opened the small pocket knife and slid it across my stomach. The pain in my chest was gone but the sickening feeling of what I had just done to myself brought a new pain that I knew was never going away, one that I deserved one that I inflicted on myself. I wiped away my tears and cleaned the stinging cut and placed a band aid on it so it would stop bleeding. That's when I heard a voice in my head telling me that it wasn't enough, telling me that one cut wasn't enough. Deep down I knew that the voice was right that the sharp pain in my chest was coming back and I wouldn't have just one cut on my stomach. (A/N This is not for the faint of heart this does include Cussing and Self harm. So you should be ready. ⚠️‼️Art isn't mine if you like it I found it on Pinterest Name➡️ "RF Pangborn" there are is so good and it's so expressive go look at there account I immediately fell in love fr. I rushed this book and wasn't really committed to it.😣

The Three Abstracts by PseftisIncertus

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I still remember you ♥️♥️ by begningrwriter

His eye's where full of lust it can be easily seen through his eyes. While I was struggling for writing alphabets on slade. "Don't look at me that way." I said in strong voice And "how I am looking at you?". He said in sweet voice."you are looking at me like pervert." "It hurts; it hurts to much when your wife calls you pervert". He said in dramatic manner. My heart was allredy melted at that moment. My lips started to stretch for a big smile but thank god i managed them and stayed in character. He came towards to me "baby, please 🥺 i will not be rough tonight. "Promise." "Your fingers are already crossed 🤞".pls baby this is last time. "We allredy had 3 rounds in morning section" And I am still having pain. "Pls! He said with those innocent eyes which where looking at me. you know very well how to please me. He already knows I can't never deny the charm of those eyes in the end I always fell for his trap.uhhhh!" OKAY" but just one round more.in a fraction on second His innocent eyes get transformed into devil's eyes 😈. "No,No you are not doing this". I said sarcastically while I was too enjoying it. He came towards to me and carried me in his arms. And threw me on bed. "Now I think you deserve a punishment my little slut ." He said in deep dark voice. Do you agree with your punishment "yes sir" Do you know, why are you getting punished." "For denying you" exactly. Take off your clothes he demanded. I did what he said. Now I was standing naked in front of him. AND NEXT IS HISTORY......😏💋😈 This isy first creation I hope you guys like it. Make sure to read it and vote it. I have taken lot's of pain for writing it hope you will have value of my pains. And give a repay my hardwork. LOVE YOU SWEETHEARTS.....♥️

Only Mine by AllyJenny17

*A werewolf story* His hair was still wet and drops of water started falling on my face and chest. "You are making me wet " I protested. He raised his eyebrows at me then smirked. "Wet? How wet? " I tried to explain then I understood what he meant. "G-get off me!" my face turned the deepest shade of red.

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HOW TO DRESS | JAMES POTTER

"We don't belong together...you deserve someone better. I can't be with you anymore, we're not a good match," you sniffle and James resists the urge to kiss your tears away. Beside your head, his hands clench into fists against the wooden walls. "Say it to my face then, look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore - that you don't want me anymore," "James..." You muster up the courage but your voice still comes out, somewhat, shaky, "I-I don't want to be with you anymore," his expression remains steely and cold, the fierce glint of resolve in his eyes, unrelenting, "I don't love you anymore..." "I don't, at least, make you feel good?" "No." He doesn't respond, instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall and manoeuvres his face to rest beside your ear, his husky voice weakening your knees "Are you sure about that?" he snakes his hands around your waist to press his fingers into your lower back. Under his touch, you suppress a whimper of relief as his massaging motions ease some strain in your back. [nsfw oneshot]