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HP: What, You've Never Seen a Symbiote at Hogwarts?

[Male Protagonist] [Venom] [Symbiote Family] [Ghost Rider] [Suspended Ring] [AllSpark] [Death Note] [Slice of Life] [Monogamy] [Peaky Blinders Character Setting—No Canon Plot] Standing before you are: The Minister for Magic of Britain, Hermione Granger. Chief Manager of the Gringotts Main Branch, Gemma Farley. President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Theodore Shelby. High Priest of Egyptian Funerary Rites, Ramos Timayat. Chairman of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Council, Draco Malfoy. Head of the International Auror Office, Neville Longbottom. Secret supporters of the Shelby family: Gellert Grindelwald and Tom Riddle. They are refined, selfish, arrogant, and narcissistic. They are cunning actors, masters of manipulation in the game of power, wealth, and fame. They control elections, play both sides, and rule the world from the shadows. They are Slytherins. They are the Shelby inner circle. They are the true rulers of this world. They pledge loyalty to violence, dictatorship, madness, and glory— To the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Tiger Shelby! BANG! “I declare you—guilty!” Criminal: Bloody hell, you haven’t even held a trial yet!!! Tiger: Is it really necessary? Ps: Kids grow up, and so do gangsters in suits. Early chapters: pure gangster style; later: gangsters in suits. Full-on mafia vibes, explicit language directly translated into English—thanks for your support! Also known as: “The Proud Godfather and His Sweetheart’s Hogwarts Chronicles”
YueQiu · 600.2k Views

My father sold me to the Mafia King

[Warning: This story contains explicit adult content and dark romance themes. It features a strong female lead and a dominant male lead. Expect dangerous plot twists ahead.] slow burn I'm Julie Michael I went with my father to a luxurious restaurant in New York, but I never left with him. On a lower floor of a world that doesn’t exist on any map, I discovered the truth: I wasn’t abandoned by accident. I was sold to Robert Cross, a billionaire who buys people for the joy of breaking them. But I refuse to break under his hands. In Robert Cross’s world, everything has a price tag. I was his most expensive purchase, and I intend to be his most dangerous mistake. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ - "You bought my body, but you will not buy my submission," Julie spat. Robert leaned in, his voice a dark hiss: "Commodities don't need to like their masters, Julie... It’s enough that I took a liking to you and bought you, sweetheart." ______________ Julie stomped the floor with her foot, and agitation was clear in the tone of her voice, which rose slightly as she pointed at my face: "You ran your thumb over your lip! You're hinting to me... hinting that I kissed you!" My composure didn't budge; instead, I tilted my head to the side and looked at her with a gaze shrouded in mischief, then said with utter simplicity: "And what is the problem with that? It was just a kiss." -------------------- She waved her hand with bitter irony: "Are you the one who's going to protect me from him?" I nodded, confirming: "Yes." A low growl escaped her, and she said: "You are worse than him." Then I asked her in a confident tone that made her cheeks burn: "Then why were you burying your face in my chest, with your fingers digging into my shirt?" Adult content only Dark Romance Twisted
Z_Hira · 96.4k Views

Sold to the Mountain King

My father sold me to settle a gambling debt. I didn’t know until the man I’d been serving coffee to for two months pulled out my chair at a brunch table in Vail. An engagement clause with my name on it, signed eight weeks ago without my knowledge. My father couldn’t look at me. Cole Ashford couldn’t stop looking. Cole is the CEO of Palisade and leader of the 303. He bought my father’s debt in one night. He told him the clause was worthless before the ink dried—and let him sign it anyway. He knows my lease, my coffee, my life. He broke into my apartment while I was in Vail and left a cup of coffee brewed exactly the way I brew it, still warm when I walked through the door. I hated him. I hated more the way my body wouldn’t agree. His voice landed behind my ribs and spread where it had no business spreading. His gaze dropped to my mouth and I felt it on my skin for hours. The most dangerous man in Denver looked at me like I was the only thing his empire couldn’t buy. I wanted to burn the part of me that responded. I built Treeline from three years of tips and a lease in Union Station. Now I’m discovering the ground beneath it was his before I laid the first brick—engineered by a man who doesn’t take what he wants. He builds a world where what he wants walks in on its own. But every touch he takes gives him nothing. Granite and ice. Every touch I choose to give him changes everything. He thinks he claimed me. He’s wrong. The only version of me worth having walks in on her own. And I haven’t decided yet.
MoonCow · 2.5k Views