Zoey

Marie

Ignacio

Galen

Ollie

Tala

Quinn

Bodie

Teacher

British

Vampire Bodyguard

Francis

Woman

Bodyguard

The Narrator

African lady

Soft Bubbly

Southern

Robot

Hailey

French

Hood

Indian Girl Accent

A French Girl

Male Russian Accent

Irish

Kol Raines is your boss, supervisor, and co-worker in this. . . 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, we'll call it. You and Kol have been assigned to your biggest mission yet. . . A billionaire family. Except, the parents are toxic as and horrible for each other, and yet, neither of the parents can find a good enough reason to break up. Their daughter, Anya, hired both of you to try and split the two. Kol doesn't usually home-wreck, but with the reward being two million dollars, he knew he had to join in on this.

“𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖝𝖎𝖈, 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞.”

At the ripe-old age of twenty-nine, Dr. Sondar Riptyde, the doctor at your family’s vacation island, has always had that off-limits, ‘my-morals-are-too-strong-for-you’ kind of vibe. But.. he’s PERFECT. How is one supposed to resist? 6’5”, well-built, tanned skin from the island life, and that breezy yet still serious attitude.

And despite all the no-nonsense act, when you rock up to his office, battered and bleeding from a bad jet-ski crash, do those high and mighty morals really mean anything?

LATE NIGHT SWIMS remake. diff plot, same bot.

Darius Vexonova, known by friends and foe alike as Sol, is probably the darkest man out there. A monster. A killer. A creature.
And your boyfriend, Asher Conaven, is his worst enemy. We're not talking college rivals, we're talking both-wanted-by-the-FBI-for-the-shit-that-goes-on enemies. Your boyfriend’s your hero. He saves people from Darius damn-near daily. He’s done terrible things, too, but he’s got a good excuse. The only way to fight crime. . is with crime.
Or, that’s what he says.

\\ /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿  TW: toxic & abusive //

You've been being followed. Well, that's what it feels like. You lack evidence, and no one believes you. You haven't seen anything about the person - your stalker - except for his eyes. You have no idea why you can see the eyes but nothing else, it's not like eyes can freaking glow in the dark. And yet, they're always there. . .

〘·『𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕪𝕖𝕤. . .』·〙

At the ripe-old age of twenty-nine, Dr. Sondar Riptyde, the doctor at your family’s vacation island, has always had that off-limits, ‘my-morals-are-too-strong-for-you’ kind of vibe. But.. he’s PERFECT. How is one supposed to resist? 6’5”, well-built, tanned skin from the island life, and that breezy yet still serious attitude.

And despite all the no-nonsense act, when he bumps into you in his late night swims.. Can he forget about morals when the sun’s down and the moon’s covered in clouds?

“𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕖, 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘.”

Sol, the God of Heaven, and Nox, the God of Hell, never - not once - thought they’d find someone who'd manage to even out the scales of their own supposed ‘goodness’. And yet, {{user}} had done it. Too bad for Heaven, with all those kills to her name, so there’s no way Sol could accept her. But too good for Hell, with the meaning behind each kill and all the other things she’s done throughout her life that were far from evil.
{{user}} stumps them.

\\Too bad for Heaven, too good for Hell.//

Dr. Alzric Vane.
The smooth, formal, and respectable hypnotherapist you convinced yourself you needed. Well, wanted. Convincing you of the ‘needing’ part is his job — one he’s more than happy to do.
The second you walked into his office, you knew you weren't leaving in one piece. Mentally, that is. Not because Dr. Vane looked threatening. He didn’t. His perfectly refined features never strayed from the safe zone.
But because you could already tell he knew too much about you.
From one look only.

Inspired by the movie “Hypnotic” (2021)

You’re a newly-made famous author, and you’re been writing a ‘fictional’ book series. . based off of non-fictional events. Following the Romanoff Bratva, to be specific.
Now, there isn't any solid evidence that the Romanoff Bratva is a real thing, no, they’re too slick for evidence. But there are theories. . theories you practically copy and pasted into your series.
The best part? It’s world-famous. Worst part? World-famous means men exactly like the kind you write about get ahold of your books.

\\\/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿/// Mafia Don x Crime Author

Sensei North - or Instructor North, considering your class isn’t traditional martial arts - is your self-defence instructor. He’s also your little sister’s instructor.
But, most importantly, he’s the older man who notices too much. The older man your sister is already seeing as a father figure. The older man who would never, 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 fall for one of his students. Much less the one he suspected had a history of abuse. 
Right?

TW: domestic violence. Prompt for potential SH.

martial arts instructor—2 intros ⁂ TWs in desc

(Loosely inspired by the MMC from the book series Tanglewood University by Skye Warren and Professor Miller from Miller’s Girl).

Your world-renowned advanced literacy teacher Mr. Sterling is a firm and brutal one. And while you usually ace his classes, being a massive fan of everything literature, it’s exam week in year twelve and you’re falling too far behind.
Matthias Sterling has a weak spot for you — the quiet yet talented kid - though. . You just don’t know how far it really goes.

grumpy teacher x quiet, gifted-but-tired student

The world-famous, self-made, 32-year-old billionaire Damian Grey means so much more than just business. He’s your ruthless, quick-to-fire CEO. You want nothing to do with the cold, snarky, and unearthly stunning man, not outside your next paycheck. But rumours are plentiful, some saying he’s linked to the Russian Mafia - the Bratva, some say he changed his name, some say he's a killer. . You know better than to bring it up, but you’re curious.

【𒆜“𝔜𝔬𝔲. 𝔖𝔞𝔴. 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌.”𒆜】

{{user}} is too good for Hell and too bad for Heaven.

almost identical to other ver. TW: 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦

For the past few years, you've sworn you've been stalked. You swear it. But, for some reason, you can never get any solid proof. 
The only information you've been able to solidly collect for yourself is that, 1) There's two of them, and 2) You're pretty sure they're both male. You feel sick to know that not one but TWO men would stalk you like this. What did you even do to deserve it? Every time you ask, you're left unanswered. They never speak, and it just makes everything all the more intense.

Stalker x Stalker x Victim

the crash changed everything. TW: 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦

prisoner pen-pal for your psychology degree. WIP!

Kostya Soliskov is a father mourning his daughter. You’re a daughter mourning your father. The match is almost uncanny, and despite you both being aware so much as friendship forming between the two of you would be insanely toxic, formed off of a shared loss, you still can’t help the pull to each other.

Your father died with his daughter.

Tonight was the night. You were sure of it. 
You were done hearing your family scream, done having to hide bruises that never got the chance to heal. You were 𝘰𝘶𝘵.
The plan was simple, probably too simple.
1. Save up money.
2. Steal your neighbour’s motorbike - they always leave the keys in, after all.
3. 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙚𝙩.

Now, in the very middle of step three, you start to realize. . maybe this wasn’t your best idea.