Cynthia wakes up in a world she doesn't recognize as no other than Odette Aldrich, the infamous villainess from a story she'd recently become obsessed with. However, unlike the original Odette, who pined after the Crown Prince and tormented the female lead, Cynthia has no intention of following the script. She couldn't care less about royal politics or the prince's affections. Instead, she sets her sights on the one character she finds far more intriguing and far more attractive: Ezra Pike, the notorious Duke feared across the empire as a demon. Rewriting the story be damned-Cynthia won't rest until Ezra agrees to marry her.

Arabella never meant to get close to someone like him. Warren is reckless, unreadable, and surrounded by rumors that make people run. But the more she's warned to stay away, the more she wants to know why he hides behind those walls...and why he can't seem to stay away from her either. ────୨ৎ──── Warren Reid is a name everyone in town knows, and not for good reasons. He left a student unconscious before disappearing into juvie, and now that he's back, the rumors are worse than ever. With a past that whispers warnings and a reputation that silences rooms, Warren is used to being feared, not understood. He trusts no one, lets no one in, and only keeps two people close. Emotions are weaknesses in his world, and vulnerability has never been an option. Until her. Arabella Winters is the picture of perfection and the last girl anyone would expect to cross paths with someone like Warren. Smart, sweet, and sheltered, she follows every rule her parents set, never once stepping out of line. She's the kind of girl who still believes in good graces, bedtime curfews, and fairy tale endings. But one knock on Warren's door throws her into his world, and nothing is the same after that. Everyone says he's trouble, but Arabella doesn't see the monster they all fear. She sees someone broken, someone hiding wounds no one else bothers to look for. What starts as innocent curiosity soon becomes an intense pull neither of them can resist. She's drawn to the shadows he hides in, and he can't stay away from the light she doesn't even know she carries. Now Arabella has to ask herself: is she helping Warren escape the darkness...or is she just letting it swallow her too?

This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

"𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠." "𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐛." "𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐚-𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩? 𝐎𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠." Tom Riddle x OC

Survey Corp nurse Tiffany Nightfall was content living a self-serving existence at the determent of others until fate brought her and humanities strongest solider together.

Mice were common creatures inside the homes of District Nine. A constant reminder of their failure during the rebellion. Originally released by their oppressors as a form of biological weapons, it wasn't uncommon to see their descendant's scurrying the dirt streets. When the Capitol learned of them being easily slayed during the war, they modified the failed jabberjays to attack anyone who harmed the disease carriers. A trait that the Mockingjay sadly kept. To this day the people of Nine can't go near a mouse without the birds attacking. As after all... what was a Mockingjay without a Mouse by their side? ༻❁༺ pre hunger games, to mockingjay part two

When Evadine Blackwell died she had no choice in where her soul would go next, if she did she never would have picked Panem. (Finnick Odair x Fem!OC) (Pre-Hunger Games- Post Catching Fire)

Mazie has fallen in love. Okay, maybe it's with the ghost of a boy from school she hates, but love conquers all, right? ***** Soon after sixteen-year-old Mazie moves to the town of Dorn, she becomes haunted by the ghost of a teenage boy. The ghost doesn't remember anything, so Mazie calls him Jack. Until then, she never knew that ghosts could tap dance, nor that it was possible to fall in love with one! But then Mazie meets Blake, a mean, popular boy at her new high school - and she realizes that Blake is Jack's living counterpart. This means Blake is in grave danger, and only Mazie can help him, but saving this unpleasant boy might kill her ghostly love forever... [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

·° 。: ✰ : ·° 。 ❝ asleep or awake, i dream of you all the same. ❞ ❪ niklaus mikaelson x fem!oc ❫ euphemire ©2023

After being reincarnated into a world of otome game as a villainess character, I fell in the routine situation of death flags+broke engagement. The prince doesn't want me? Please, who will want a Scum Prince as a husband? I don't. Let's break this engagement and with my knowledge from the previous life, I will aim for a peaceful life!