Headstrong and independent, Jess Nichols doesn't need anyone's pity over the murder of her estranged father, least of all from the cop assigned to protect her family. As the investigation goes deeper, she turns to him to help her make sense of the family secrets it reveals. He proves to be exactly what she needs, but can she trust the feelings she has for him aren't fueled by the danger they are facing? 💕 Lieutenant Shaun King was just doing his job, part of the investigation into the mass shooting at the plastics plant. Now he's in deep, trying his best not to let love get in the way of protecting Jess and her family from danger. 💕 Protecting Jess is a completed contemporary romance novel about following your heart, staying true to your roots, and the power love has to heal.

I was one of the most wanted people in the world, always one step ahead of Interpol. My crimes weren't heinous, I just stole things and damn if I wasn't good at it. I belonged to no family anymore and my services were sold to the highest bidder. I don't ask too many questions and play it smart. All it takes is one bad job, one bad mark that can turn a perfect record into disaster. He was that hurricane that rocked my world. What was to be a simple in and out job proved to be anything but. The Russian mob betrayed me and now my life was in more danger than it had ever been. I wasn't scared of he Feds, but when one of the biggest and most powerful Sicilian families starts looking for you, it makes you quake just a little bit. The Don himself, Massimo Torricelli was now on the hunt for me and I'll be damned if he was going to find me. MATURE CONTENT!

*Complete* A Lord of the Rings FanFiction A Daughters of Middle Earth Story Formerly Titled "Some Things are Meant to Endure" The only daughter of a King who had lost his Queen and the beloved younger sister of a Prince, Aeslin had grown up in the heart of the Woodland Realm. But given her mother's death in battle when she was but a young elfling, very little was more important to King Thranduil and his son Legolas than her safety. Not only had she never set foot beyond the borders of the Greenwood, she'd rarely left the confines of her Father's Court. For all that she was the most precious thing in the lives of her only family, Aeslin grew up the sad child of a dark forest. But with the Greenwood growing ever darker, Thranduil found himself with a hard choice before him. Fearing for the safety of his youngest child should she stay within the borders of a Kingdom coming to be known as 'Mirkwood', the Elven King made a decision that would change his daughter's life forever. Aeslin had always had a talent for healing, so he decided to send her to Rivendell to learn from Elrond as every great elven healer had done for centuries. There she learns not only the arts of healing, but finds another family, and indeed, eventually finds love. Follows Aeslin from before LotR through to the end of the films. Haldir/OC Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

A fan fic about a young girl named Nymaria Stark. When circumstances lead her to return to her home in the North she meets a very harsh and crude man known as the Hound. Their encounters are anything but sweet but as time goes on, and events bring them closer, Sandor Clegane learns to become more than just the Hound. (Obviously the credit goes to George R R Martin and HBO for the settings and characters in this fic. I just own Nymaria.)

❝ 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴. ❞ It's hard to fall in love with someone who has never look at you that way, especially when you are a highborn and he is not. - 𝕴𝖞𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖉𝖞 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖐 I don't want to have this kinds of feelings with someone, especially when she's the rose of the north. I'm nothing but a mere dog. - 𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖗 𝕮𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖓𝖊 -•-•-ღ-•-•- RATINGS: #1 in Hound - June 19, 2020 #1 in A song of ice and fire - June 19, 2020 #5 in Sandor Clegane - June 19, 2020 #127 in Fiction - June 24, 2020 #131 in Romantic - June 24, 2020 #944 in Fanfiction - June 24, 2020 -•-•-ღ-•-•- I DO NOT OWN GAME OF THRONES NOR THE CHARACTERS, IT BELONGS TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN I AM SIMPLY JUST WRITING A STORY ABOUT SANDOR CLEGANE A.K.A THE HOUND. I DO HOWEVER OWN IYREVEDY STARK.

The nature of the gods is cruel. No one knew that more than Natari Snow For no matter which god you worshipped, be that the cold ones in north, the seven in the south or the hundreds of free and exotic ones across the sea, life was a hard and cruel game they played with their followers. Natari's wicked game had began the day she entered the world... Yet even the gods did not know what a strong creature they made that day. //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #throne 26.05.2019 //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #thehound 26.05.2019 //Ranked No.1 hottest story for #sandorclegane 18.05.2021

"killings the sweetest thing there is." Sandor Clegane The Crows were made to sweep floors, cook dinner, tend to Lords and Lady's until one day when a sword was swung and an arrow shot, changed the way they were treated in Winterfell forever. Now Lady and Ser, The Crows were the noblest Knights in Winterfell, caring for the Stark children and their folk but when sent to Kings Landing, everything collapsed and one Crow flies away with one of the most feared men in the whole of Westeros; The Hound. Throughout her journey she will experience death, jealousy, heartache, happiness, love and destruction all around her as she does what she can to protect the ones she loves the most. This story will look at most events that occur in the TV series with my own characters adapting within the environment. Warning: This fan-fiction is based off the TV show Game of Thrones (it will not follow the whole plot directly as there will be obvious character changes). All Rights are Reserved except for two of my own characters, Archie and Alianora Crow and their family and background. Violence, sexual content (smut) , strong language, and/or other mature themes are portrayed throughout so please read on with caution. Enjoy. x

*SanSan* Winterfell is free of the Boltons, winter is here, and Sansa sits aside as Jon rules as The King in the North. She tries to be grateful that she's home safe again, with friends and family around her, but finds herself at odds with Jon on more than one occasion. With little power to do anything worth while, Sansa is made to stay quiet. At first. As threats inside of Winterfell and out close in, boiling tensions rise when persons new and old arrive at the gates to stand at Jon and Sansa's side. Ties are soon put to the test when family blood is pulled in opposite directions. For Sansa, a choice must be made, to take power and control in her own hands for herself or push aside temptations and go along with what Jon decides. Neither option is easy to swallow. Amongst all the difference of thinking and the knowledge that safety from beyond the wall and down south is dwindling day by day, Sansa often finds herself alone with her deepest thoughts. There is none she truly thinks she can confide in. Only then do flames ignite something new and old that could help her find her place again.

... what if the Hound had not died when consummating his revenge?" Sansa and Sandor

The Hound came to her in the night as green fire filled the sky. All he wanted was a pretty song from a pretty girl. But seeing her alone and terrified, he wants to steal her from King's Landing. Keep this little bird safe and sound. After all, pretty birds deserve to fly from their cages. SanSan AU