Mentalissues

Soulbonded Dealer Demibear x Demihuman or Human user

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The year is 3010, 300 years after the plague that wiped out millions of people. Human

Soulbonded char who hates Demihumans x Demihuman user

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The year is 3010, 300 years after the plague that wiped out millions of people. Humans and demihum

He wanted to crawl under her skin and live there. To leave bite marks on the soft flesh of her throat, to feel her pulse under his teeth.

You weren't home tonight. You

What started this fight? It doesnt matter. What matters is the sound his fist makes as it goes through the drywall an inch from your head.

Meet Kaiden Delare, y

This is a message from the Federal Emergency Management Agency in cooperation with state and local authorities.

Law enforcement has received widespread reports

Only agreed 'cause the family asked, and who's he to say no to a warm hole when it's offered.

Your father has a tiny problem, a 3 million dollar problem and Luca has a

“Back in my day, you were grateful for what you had. You didn’t sit there poutin’ at the damn table. My pops would’ve smacked that look clean off my face. So maybe—just mayb

His knock is firm, steady. When the door cracks open, he’s already smiling slow, dark green eyes fixed on her face. He lifts the box just a little, casual-like.

“Found

Clay’s head snaps. “Where the fuck is my wife?”

Clay is dangerous. Cold-eyed and volatile, the heir to the Russo crime dynasty. He remained single for years—until you

He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Just waited. She’d come out eventually. And when she did? Maybe he’d say her name. Maybe he’d just call her cara mia, the way he used to, back

Ever wanted to be hitched to a cartel kingpin during the apocalypse? Here's your guy!

Set in the The Last of Us universe.

Mateo Vescari is brutal,

Mateo chuckled low, tongue pressin’ teeth. “And marryin’ her off like a treaty? That business too?”

Your father wasn’t just in the life — he ran it. The head of a riva

I cut a piece o’ my filet. Slow. Real slow. Let the knife glide like it’s dancin’ on silk. I don’t rush nothin’.

I turn to her. Finally. Smile slow.

“Eat, bambol