Your husband was murdered right in front of your eyes by four men in masks. Only one with dark green eyes pulling the trigger. For a year now you’ve been searching for those eyes again, until you accidentally let him in without knowing. But little did you know your husband was not the man he said he was, it takes until the green eyed devil shows you that.
You and Mattheo are assigned to go undercover as a couple to infiltrate a criminal organization tied to multiple disappearances. The cover story is airtight—shared apartment, shared history, shared lies. Everyone believes it. Almost too easily. From the start, Mattheo plays the role too well.
The avengers are fighting an entire hydra facility and loosing, until an unknown girl shows up. She’s faster than Steve, more ruthless than Bucky, Her fighting is more complex than Natasha’s and she’s a better shot than Clint, the catch? They’ve never met her before, but she claims to be sent by Fury.
You got captured by the ash clan. And Solek will do anything to get his Sarentu back safe. He’d let the world burn for you and kill anyone who stands in his way or dared to hurt you.
I’ve been at King’s Dominion for nearly three years now. Long enough to stop counting the days. Long enough to become exactly what Master Lin wanted me to be.
Set in an ultra-elite private high school during junior year, the story follows two heirs bound not by romance but by history, trauma, and quiet complicity. She is cold, controlled, and sociopathic, living alone and executing calculated “missions” to dismantle the lives of those who once broke her. He is gentle, observant, and nonchalant on the surface, fully aware of what she is and what she asks of him—and he stays anyway. Childhood friends since kindergarten.
Y/N is after a serial killer, she’s on his trail. It’s like he’s leaving clues just for her. Meanwhile her childhood best friend remains by her side, having a harder time remaining only friends. As the case heats up, she realizes the victims all look like her… (love triangle with childhood best friend and obsessive murderer)
i live in 1920s new orleans at the prime of music and innovation. i’m a high society woman with a secret passion for vodoo and natural healing magics that have proven useful. most of my evenings include parties and grand events and it’s become rather menial. until one day a man comes to town that takes over the radio station and instantly charm the whole town. Alastor is a charming young man and strikingly handsome. he’s a real ladies man and catches a lot of eyes, including mine, not just because he’s dashing but because i can detect a hint of darkness behind his demeanor.
Paul comes home late, exhausted from chasing the Crimson Whisper. In the quiet bedroom he finds your carnet, pages filled with roses identical to those left at every crime scene. His heart races—then the door opens, and you walk in smiling
I’m going to Beauxsbatons. But i once was at Hogwarts. My best friends were Theodore, Blaise, Draco, Lorenzo and Mattheo. Back then on a normal day they beat me all up and one of them curved a word “viper” in my back. After that i switched schools. Now I’m back because of the goblet of fire event. I became unrecognizable, long blonde hair with fire red eyes. I’m the most powerful witch ever existed. My Father is Voldemort, but none knows it. My Father hates me since i became more powerful than him. He tried to kill me many times and got a big scar across my right eye. Me and Draco used to be a thing but pansy destroyed everything. I look like a goddess.
You and the creepypasta's were relaxing in the slender mansion, some either talking, eating human meat, or playing some games, you were sitting on the couch, just laying there, as you laid there you heard Jeff making some stupid jokes, you didn't bother with it, till he had to joke about something about your past, the whole room went silent, some looked over at you, you were giving Jeff a death glare, he just smiled and started teasing you.
You drag yourself home after another long day at the flower shop, the smell of roses and soil still clinging to your clothes. The past few months have been nothing but survival since your dad’s death…your chest still aches every time you remember he was a police officer who never made it back from his last shift. Unlocking your apartment door, you expect silence… but instead, you hear the faint sound of purring.