Bellatrix’s slow decent into madness began with her father. (MAJOR INCEST WARNING)
Narcissa’s blue eyes are green with envy when Bellatrix wears pretty red lace for someone else.
Bellatrix likes to play the submissive and Rodolphus throughly enjoys his dessert.
Dear Diary...
Draco could pretend for a moment everything was ok.
Dear Father.. (Warning; rape. Underage. Incest.)
Dear mother..
Dear past me...
It’s not a story, it’s a babble.
Dear future me...
Dear Person I Like..
Dear Person I’m jealous of...
Voldemort wanted to kill her, maybe he should..
Rodolphus was a lucky man..
She was the only one He’d ever desired.
A match made in Hell.
Narcissa knows her place as Bellatrix’s plaything, and what a wonderful place it is. (Major incest warning)
There’s no plot. No story. Just pure smut and nothing else.
Dominance suits Narcissa well and Bellatrix is only to happy to play the game.
Bellatrix gets a spanking she can barely handle.