The ancient guardians of Middle earth are turned to ash. The line of Durin forsaken by their fallen sworn protectors. Over a hundred years later it will take a dwarven company to reclaim a homeland, a warrior to slay a dragon, and a guardian to swear loyalty to her King. To protect him even if it means her life. ✻✻✻ "𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒?" "𝑼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟."

Okay this book will be my first So if there's anything off about it blame my horrible writing skills😍☝️ Okay so this book will be about y/n Prescott you are Sidneys sister and have some things going on inside of your head but you mask it well enough for people to not know, but you are slowly starting to slip. (UNDER HEAVY EDITING so it doesn't make any sense right now because I'm slowly fixing and changing the story up. Might not want to read just yet.)

There are rules to surviving a horror movie. Number 1.) You can never have sex. Number 2.) You can never drink or do drugs. Number 3.) Never say "I'll be right back." The rules are very clear- but the youngest Riley sibling is back in Woodsboro to break each one without a single drop of sweat.

❝ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤❞ in which adora riley is unknowingly the reason behind the woodsboro murders. 【 scream 1996 】 【 billy + stu x fem!oc 】 【 reverse haram 】

You are a well-known hacker and gathers information for anyone that pays you. People know you as 'Hacker' no one knows what you look or sound like so you can blend in with crowds of people. You never stay in one place for too long before moving. One day, you saw yourself as a most wanted after someone you helped talked after being questioned, and now task 141 are in charge of finding you and question you. You decided to see how long this plays out before they find you. I don't own the game, characters, or pictures.

One of the oldest Spirits, the Grim Reaper, likes to keep a low profile. The Grim Reaper knows everything there is to know about each and every of the Spirits and Guardians. The Grim Reaper thinks it'll stay like this, lonely and quiet, until she opens up to the Spirit of Winter, Jack Frost. All Rights Reserved to Dreamworks

((OLD VERSION. If you'd like to read the new version, look up "Bravo Six" on my profile.)) No one thinks anything of a civil war in Russia, but when a coup in the Middle East causes the death of a president, and Russia joins the chaos, the SAS is contacted to take care of the problem. They call upon Jessica to transfer from SHIELD to aid the war effort, and while she is eager to respond, she doesn't realize that she is about to be over her head as the stage becomes set for World War III. Book one of four: Bravo Six, Hotel Six, Black Viking: Disavowed, Redeemed Warning to some readers for violence and brief language. Roughly a PG-13 rating

𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑹𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 | 𝑨 𝑮𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄 Destroying his body was the only outlet he knew. Memories of his past flooding in, darkening his mind. His sadness turned into anger, which led to his frustration and fear. The abuse, the pain, the nightmares. It all became too much for Simon '𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍' Riley. Until she came along, slowly entering his mind, fixing the pieces up of his shattered heart. _____ "Ghost," she pleads. His scalp burns as she threads her fingers through his hair and tugs. Twisting it in her fists and pulling him closer to her centre, forcing him to eat her the way she wants. He smiles against her, craving her neediness more than his own. "You like my mouth, Alessia?" Her head rolled forward from the pillow, her breaths heavy as she met his gaze. "I like your mouth more when you're using it to please me." He crooked his fingers inside of her, causing a moan out of her. "Does that please you, baby?" "Again." She ordered.

He was a shadow who lurked in darkness, She was the light who illuminated his existance. He was a puzzle wrapped in an enigma, She was the bane to his existance. He was a man after his own heart, She was his heartbeat. If he was winter, she was his spring, And he couldn't face it without her. Simon Riley was no stranger to loss. From the brutal murder of his broken family, to the life of every soldier snuffed out by the bullet of a faceless enemy. Having his loved ones, his friends unceremoniously torn away from him never got any easier. It wounded him in ways that, while not visible, cut him deeper than any knife ever could. The toll it took permeated every aspect of his existance, infiltrating his sense of self and dismantling his identity. A once deeply empathetic man found himself surrendering to indifference; suffocating meaningful connections before they had time to breathe. He sought solace in detatching himself from others before they could affect him deeply enough for their eventual loss to shatter what little humanity he clung to. Over time, a callous layer formed around Simon's heart- as though an impenetrable shield encased him. Throbbing emotional wounds slowly turned into numb scars, each one an indelible mark on his soul. It felt like he was drowning; being pulled under by an invisible undertow into the depths of sorrow. Every breath became a battle, each gasp a desperate attempt to surface above the crushing waves of loss. Through the suffocating darkness, there was no tranquility. No respite from the insatiable abyss that consumed joy and drowned laughter. It wasn't any one thing that slowly began to chip away at Simon's carefully constructed walls. By the time he became the cornerstone of Task Force 141, very few people knew the man beneath it all. The real Simon Riley, that was until, she came along. Story will include slowburn and erotica. Cover pic by Tumblr: @mentovska