The daughter of a wealthy baron, Kanna Rava has enjoyed privilege far beyond that of most of her impoverished countrymen. Torn abruptly from that life by a twist of fate--and politics--she finds herself sold into slavery by the central government and thrust into the hands of Goda Brahm, the cold and mysterious woman who is tasked with escorting her to her new master. Barely over the culture shock of being dragged to the other side of the continent, into a world where women marry other women and a class of priestesses are worshiped like gods, Kanna slowly discovers both the hidden conspiracy that led to her enslavement and the terrible secret that lies behind Goda's icy demeanor. An allegory about free will, resisting fate, and being an outsider. (This description is for the Wattpad version of the story. If you're reading this note anywhere else...it's not me, the original author.)

[Book is currently on hold due to working on my other book. Will be on hold until September] The 75th Hunger Games are fast approaching, and this year, the Games will be like no other. For the third Quarter Quell, the Capitol has decided to select tributes from the pool of existing victors-no matter their age. This means that every tribute in the arena has killed before, and they aren't afraid to do it again. The Games are about to get even deadlier. Ava Rivera, 19, from District 12, won the 74th Hunger Games-but at a cost. In the final moments, Ava was forced to take the life of her best friend, Dylan. Tricked by the game makers, she and Dylan believed they could both survive if they were the last two tributes standing. But when the Capitol changed the rules, Ava had no choice but to end Dylan's life-or see them both executed. Now, she must return to the arena for a second time, along with other past victors, to fight once again. Determined to keep a low profile and avoid the spotlight, Ava is intent on surviving the 75th Hunger Games. But there's one problem: Adrenna Mallory, the vicious career from district 2, has her eyes set on Ava. Winner of the 70th Hunger Games, Adrenna holds the record for the most kills in a single game-and she's fixated on Ava. Why? No one knows. With danger closing in from all sides, Ava must outwit and outlast her fellow victors-and face the terrifying possibility that she may not survive the Games a second time. Will she make it through the arena, or will she fall at the hands of Adrenna or is there something more to Adrenna than what it seems? Highest ranking #16 in Hungergamesfanfic

all copyrights go to jrrmint on ao3 You've known Joel Miller for years. He's practically part of the family - always by your dad's side with that dark, brooding frown. You've never really thought much of him. He's just...Joel. Dad's best friend, occasional ride home, somewhat-scowly dinner guest. Until you come home one summer, after graduating college, and suddenly - You can't think about anything anything else #8 thelastofus #14 videogames #148 tlou

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞?" a rodrick heffley fanfiction [𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝖽 ✔︎] lowercase intended luciddols© 2020

Nick Abel, the tattooed police officer, the heartbreaker and the beast. He took me over and ruined me from day one. "You're mine." He'd growl in to my ear. "Now, show me you want me too." I did want him, Even when he was my father's best friend. ______________ He was void of many emotions. Red for anger Red for passion Red for fury Red for possessiveness Red for love. He was only waiting for me to Colour Him Red. In the Eye Of Nick Abel- on RADISH NOW!

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

He had dark eyes, eyes that looked as chaotic and lively as a rushing river, but they always gazed at me with tenderness. Large, rough hands capable of destroying and causing immense pain, but he always touched me gently. He was tall, tall enough to loom over me but it only made his embrace feel that much safer. He was powerful, enough to use his status to get what he wanted but he never wielded it wrongly. All of that sounded lovely, but he was asking for too much, far more than I wanted to give. The price of my refusal however was too high. I would have to give in. Credits for the lovely cover go to @HellsTorturer

"Do you have any idea how close fear smells to arousal?" He asked, his words making my breath hitch. "They both make your blood race in your veins and thicken your scent. It's making my mouth water little one." He spoke softly. Tears filled my eyes as horrible thoughts began to occur to me and I deeply regretted ever leaving that room. "Fret not my darling, I'm not going to take you tonight even though I so desperately want to. I won't force myself on you." He promised, but seeing as he had made another promise tonight that he had already broken, I had little faith in him. "Now hurry on up back to my room little mate. If I catch you out of bed again tonight, I won't let you go so easily." He said, pulling one more deep inhale before releasing me, stepping back. I could feel his eyes on me as I ran down the hall and then up the stairs, feeling hunted even though he wasn't giving chase. Credit for the amazing cover goes to @STESLARA

He was powerful. He was terrifying. Said to be cruel and unjust. Terrifyingly possessive. He had the world, but to him she was his world. There was nothing he wouldn't do for his miraculum.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.