Rhaenyra Targaryen walked the halls of the Red Keep, her adoptive daughter, Elaena Stark, followed her footsteps. Elaena grew up under the shadow of whispers, aware that many in the castle thought she did not belong. Yet, she held her head high, her spirit unbroken by the quiet judgments of those around her. She was a Stark by blood, a Targaryen by love, and she carried both legacies with pride. But when the realm fell into chaos it was her destiny to bring peace as she was the child of ice and fire. ____ This book contains the story of my OC Elaena Stark and her story about family, war, love and the deadly game of thrones. Love interest is Aemond Targaryen! But it's a slooooow burn. (No shared blood between the two for anyone who does not want to ready unclexniece haha) (CC) All rights belong to George R.R. Martin except my OC and Storyline! #5 houseofthedragon 10.10.25 #1 Aemond 24.02.26

"yeah? i bet you get a lot of girls" "ɪ ᴅᴏ , ɴᴜɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴍɪ"

𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓫𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝔂.. ɪ ꜰ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ᴛ ᴀ ᴋ ᴇ ᴛ ᴏ ᴏ ʟ ᴏ ɴ ɢ ᴛ ᴏ ʜ ɪ ᴛ ᴍ ᴇ ʙ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ , ɪ ᴄ ᴀ ɴ ' ᴛ ᴘ ʀ ᴏ ᴍ ɪ ꜱ ᴇ ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʜ ᴏ ᴡ ɪ ' ʟ ʟ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ

❝ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡʀᴇtᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ❞ ❝ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ❞ ❝ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢʀʏꜰꜰɪɴᴅᴏʀ, ʜᴀʀʀʏ? ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 rebuilt from war, Harry Potter meets the one person who awakens something buried deep within him - a hunger, a devotion, a darkness. She was never meant to be his light. Yet for her, he would burn the world to ash. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | harry potter x oc | | harry potter | | the goblet of fire - the deathly hallows | | out of character ⚠ |

She woke in the snow with no memory. No name. No past. Found beside a dead direwolf and adorned in gold no one can identify, Khava becomes the mystery of Winterfell-beautiful, foreign, and utterly alone. But when the game of thrones shatters the family who sheltered her, she makes a desperate vow: protect the Starks. Whatever it costs. She will kneel to monsters She will wear their colors. She will become their obsession. Because the blood of Old Valyria sleeps in her veinsand fire remembers what the snow tried to bury. First black oc

Michael Jackson vivía en un mundo de fantasía para escapar de la realidad. No buscaba amor, mucho menos pasión. Pero a mediados de 1989, Frank DiLeo contrata a Juliette Carter. Ella es eficiente, profesional y... tentadora. Una mirada fue suficiente para romper sus defensas. Entonces, el Rey del Pop debe elegir: mantener el control o entregarse al deseo por la única mujer que tiene prohibido tocar. [FANFIC +18] SMUTFIC Si no les gusta este contenido les recomiendo no leerlo.

Nathaniel Vaughn 24 He was never a man ruled by feeling. He's spent his life in control. Until her. Now, he's losing it to the one thing he can't have... and can't let go. Now every breath feels borrowed when she's not near. Selene Sinclair 19 She's always been the kind of woman who lets life happen to her. Not weak-never that. Just easygoing. The type who smiles, shrugs, and says "we'll see" It's meant she never had to choose, never risking too much. But lately, the current has changed. Because of him. And she hates that. For the first time, she can't just go with the flow. For the first time, her heart is asking something of her.

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

"And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think?" soraya was a pretty girl trying to figure out her life and raise her siblings, moving them to a new state was a big step. ricardo ran the city, and there's only 2 things he never played about. 1. his money 2. la familia but as soon as he saw her, he knew there'd be one more thing. #1 in hispanicman #4 in blacklead #2 in hmbw #3 in hispanic #1 in interraciallovestory

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.