Mass Effect Fanfiction Reaper Oc

I woke up as the Villainess, but instead of a halo, I got a Scythe. However, my power has attracted the world's most dangerous monsters: A possessive Werewolf, a bloodthirsty Vampire, a Tentacle-wielding Professor, and a Biblically Accurate Angel with a thousand eyes. They think I'm their prey to be tamed, but they forgot one thing: I am Death itself.

He bought her with blood money. She came with secrets that could start a war. JAX "REAPER" is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.President of the ruthless Blackfangs MC, he rules the streets with iron fists and brutal retribution. His bike is his freedom. His daughter is his soul. And love? That died the day he buried his wife.So when a desperate gambler offers him a woman as collateral for a debt, Jax doesn’t want complications.But then he sees her . SARAH LANGSTON is silence wrapped in bruises. A ghost in her own skin. She doesn’t flinch—she freezes. Doesn’t beg—just obeys . But her eyes tell a story too broken to speak.Jax takes the deal.What starts as a cold transaction becomes something neither of them expects. She’s not just a shattered woman—she’s a survivor of something darker than Jax imagined. And the closer he gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous it becomes.Because Sarah isn’t just running from her past. She’s the reason his enemies have come back with a vengeance. When his eight-year-old daughter is kidnapped , Jax will burn the world to find her.And if the Vultures think they can use Sarah as leverage?They’re about to learn why Reaper earned his name. 💣 WARNINGThis is not a love story. This is a war between trauma and tenderness. Between dominance and devotion. Between a biker king and the broken girl who just might bring him to his knees.If you crave dark romance with brutal MC drama, damaged heroines, savage heroes, and heart-wrenching twists— Reaper's Ride will be your next obsession.

It was never the intention of Raphaela "Ella" Morales to die clumsily by crossing the highway to her favorite coffee shop and inadvertently crashing into a fast-approaching truck as a result. She was never suicidal and she loved living on Earth with her loved ones. But then the accident happened and all of her aspirations and goals in life were crushed in an instant. The handsome, dark, and hooded grim reaper named Eric was waiting for her after she died. Ella decided to take her chance and tried to convince him to let her live for the second time, and she succeeded. In return, she needed to give herself to him forever, even after death.

During the pandemic, to earn more money to pay my bills, I went back to my old part-time job as a blind masseur. However, I did not expect that on the top floor of the office building, there was a hidden special service being offered. My first customer when I went to the top floor to work was the beautiful CEO at my full-time job, Rosaline Dunne. She requested a special massage from me…

In the aftermath of unimaginable loss, Jamie's once-perfect world crumbles into a stark landscape of loneliness. A year later, a mysterious stranger with an irresistible allure begins to shadow her every move, while otherworldly beings with paranormal abilities relentlessly hunt her. The air crackles with unanswered questions: What do these mysterious entities want from her? Who among her closest confidants can she trust when their web of lies unravel?

After an 800-meter run, I hide under the blanket to use the vibrating massager. At that moment, Uncle Theo barges into my room and asks coldly, "Does it feel that good?" I nod vigorously. The massage really does feel wonderful. Later, he yanks off his tie and uses it to bind my wrists. "It's too small and slow. Try me instead." I can only stare at him in bewilderment. But Uncle Theo, it's just a massage gun!

“อ๊า… ซี้ดดดดด… ” แอนพริ้มตาสูดปากเสียวมาก… รู้สึกได้ว่าหัวเอ็นสีม่วงถอกบานกำลังกระตุกสั่นไปพร้อมจังหวะขมิบกลีบ ดูดรัดตอบโต้ลำเนื้อที่กำลังฉีดน้ำกามร้อนผ่าวพวยพุ่งเข้ามาล้นอยู่ในโพรงสวาทของเธอที่บีบรัดตัวอย่างแรง “พอเถอะนะเดี๋ยวใครมาเห็น… ” หลังจากนอนหงายอารมณ์กระเจิดกระเจิงอยู่พักใหญ่ๆ แอนรีบกล่าวเมื่อสติคืนกลับมา เมื่อรู้สึกว่าร่างกำยำที่ยังทาบทับร่างน้อยไม่มีทีท่าว่าอยากจะขยับออกไปจากตัวของเธอที่นอนหายใจระทวยเพราะโดนจัดหนักทำเอาอ่อนล้าหมดแรง “ขอกระแทกอีกทีนะจ๊ะหนูจ๋า… ” คำพูดของกำนันดำทำเอาแอนรู้สึกตกใจ เธอเอามือดันอกเพื่อจะผลักเขาออก ทว่ากำนันดำจอมหื่นกลับโอบเอวของแอนรั้งไว้ไม่ให้ขยับหนี ก่อนจะจับเธอคุกเข่าลงที่ขอบเตียง หันก้นอวบขาวออกมาหาร่างสูงใหญ่ขยับลงมายืนอยู่ข้างหลัง

Warning: This book contains explicit dark content, dark romance if you’re not in for a ride, please skip!! (Tales of a masseuse) Strictly 18+

Everyone is given a choice in life, but what about the one for whom the choice comes by itself - suddenly and without a chance of refusal? What to do when the road to a dream turns out to be covered in blood, and sometimes you yourself seem like a piece of meat? And what if the dream dies, leaving behind only a void? You can't become a warrior and never get killed. One cannot be a sorcerer without coming into contact with death. You can't train to be a healer without cutting living flesh. In this world, to be a guardian means to know cruelty, dirt and pain. But love will endure everything. Even those that are not able to withstand the mind.

After my parents passed away, Uncle Mike took me in. When greedy relatives tried to snatch away my inheritance, he chased them off with a kitchen knife. “As long as I’m here, nobody lays a finger on this girl!” Aunt Rachel doted on me, calling me her precious baby and making me nutritious meals every day. My cousin Pete secretly slipped me pocket money and made sure to pick me up and drop me off at school, afraid I might get bullied. The neighbors all said I was lucky and to repay their kindness someday. On graduation day, I cooked them a lavish meal to show my appreciation. Every dish was laced with rat poison. I didn’t spare a single soul, not even the neighbors. I killed them all!