Oliver Wood Fanfic

​"Hello? Who's this?" I greeted. ​"Damn, Vareen. I'm jealous." I can clearly hear Jayce's voice. I can also hear him moaning. Wait... what is he doing? ​"You guys didn't even invite me and Oliver. You're going to be in big trouble when I get there. You'll probably scream my name loudly and you'll beg me to not stop doing my thing." — ​In a city where Vareen's restaurant, Carmelita's, is the talk of the town, her personal life is about to get even spicier. A chance encounter with two magnetic friends, Jayce and Oliver, sparks a whirlwind romance that challenges everything she thought she knew about love.

My stepfather arranged my marriage to a man twice my age. It's his way of making me pay for the sin of sending his son to prison. Two years ago,I made a mistake. One scream. One phone call. And I became an outcast,a traitor for people who called my stepbrother their lord. Now the man I once crushed over, Dante Morelli,my stepbrother is back.And he wants nothing but cold vengeance. He used to look at me with disdain,now he looks at me like he wants to break me into pieces and scatter it around. Older. Colder. Ruthless. He's a nightmare that once was my dream. And he isn’t here to forgive.He’s here for revenge. He doesn’t know what his father has planned for me.He doesn’t know that I’m already promised to another man.All Dante wants is my submission... my body, my soul, my very being, piece by piece, until nothing of me is left untouched. And he isn’t alone.His best friends now circle me like hungry sharks. Oliver and Allister are playing their own games, because my sin affected them too. Three men who not only rule the town, now rule me. I should hate them. I should fight. But before my arranged fiancé could claim me,Dante already had. Now, I’m his. Trapped in a twisted game of power and punishment. And the most dangerous part? A part of me wants to lose. This isn’t a love story. It’s a tale made of vengeance, obsession, and ruin. And when Dante decides my heart is what he wants next… he’ll take it too. Because the Lords always get what they want. And this time, they want me. Wrong Marriage, Right Love.

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means

“Aku tidak mencintaimu.” “Tapi kau meniduriku, Oliver…” Malam itu seharusnya tak pernah terjadi. Ia bukan kekasihnya. Ia bahkan bukan siapa-siapa. Tapi tubuh Amira tak bisa menyangkal dirinya sudah dimiliki. Direnggut oleh pria asing yang kini mengaku sebagai ayah dari anak yang tumbuh dalam rahimnya. Kisah ini bukan tentang cinta. Ini tentang pemaksaan yang berubah menjadi obsesi. Tentang tubuh yang dikhianati, dan hati yang tak tahu harus membenci atau menyerah.

“She signed up to carry his child and not steal his heart.” Diana Wood agrees to become a surrogate for reclusive, powerful, emotionally distant Billionaire Theodore Smith. It's meant to be strictly business: Twelve months—a discreet legal process. No attachment. Confidential. Life-changing compensation, enough to save her sister’s life. But twelve months is a long time to live in someone else's world, especially when walls come down, unexpected laughter, shared vulnerabilities, and the heart gets involved. Love was never part of the deal, and they both question everything. Was it ever just an agreement or the beginning of something real? What happens when a contract ends but love is just beginning? Will they be able to face what neither of them planned for?

18++ "Damn, you're so tight." Hailey Bruce arched her back against the cold wood of the courtroom desk as Zeke Maximo, the ruthless crime lord she had sworn to fight, ripped her innocence away one thrust at a time. His hand clamped around her throat, and his voice was a low growl in her ear. "Your mayor daddy would be so proud watching you right now." But it wasn't until Hailey noticed the red recording light flash in the corner of the room that she realized Zeke wasn't just taking her body. He was systematically destroying her reputation. Hailey Bruce is twenty-four years old and has a perfect record. The youngest lawyer in Virginia, untouchable, unshakeable, and desperate to earn her father's approval, but she was never the daughter he desired. He chose Vivian, a surgeon, a doctor, and her perfect twin. Hailey was nothing more than a shadow. Until zeke maximo walked into her courtroom. Her father's greatest adversary, a man who never remained in prison. He turned trials into theater and made her tremble in anger. and in need. What started as a case evolved into a dangerous obsession. And once Zeke had her, he never planned to let her go. When crime and justice collide, there are no rules—only submission.

"You wanted me to fail," she yelled, her voice shaking with rage and desperation. "You wanted me to prove you right." "No." My voice was a low, feral growl. "I wanted to know if you'd stand your ground. And you did." You stood your ground, held my life in your hand, and chose to keep it breathing. That was all I needed to see. Her defiance was a thin wall, her trembling betraying her. "This doesn't make me yours." I leaned in, my lips a hair's breadth from hers. The scent of her… of wood smoke and sweat, and something wild and unmistakably Lyra… filled my senses. "You already are," I whispered against her lips. "Even in your hate." *************************************** Lyra, the last warrior-heir of Ravengarde, detests Kael, the cruel enemy alpha who murdered her family, burned her castle, and claimed her as his ruthless spoils. Imprisoned in his domineering Shadowfen Keep, her rage is a burning blaze, battling the forbidden, wild linkage that brings her closer with each bitter glance and each jealous touch. She promises to kill him, break free from his shadow magic, even as his control ignites a deadly, forbidden desire in her. But when Lyra learns the horrible truth… that the betrayal that had destroyed her clan was not schemed by Kael, but by her own ruthless bloodline in a lust for power… her world shatters. Every sadistic phrase, every brutal touch she endured under Kael's command now bears an abject truth: the enemy that she had sworn to kill was, in reality, protecting her, and is now very likely the only one who can save her from a much darker fate than his claim.