"District Eight. Novalie Tream. Youngest female victor ever, and won the shortest games ever in 40 hours." "Is she dangerous?" "No, she's a sweetheart." *** "I'm not actually- My name isn't Novalie." *** In which a girl whose birth was never registered, an illegitimate child, is thrust into the 72nd Hunger Games, emerging as the youngest female victor to ever win.

Daphne Bridgerton might have been the 1813 debutant diamond, but she wasn't the only miss to stand out that season. Behind her was a close second, her best friend, Delilah Silvester. The only daughter and child of the Silvester family. With her mother's declining health, Delilah is left to manage her family's estate. When she discovers a letter from a father that shattered all hope. What will happen?

(Kind of a slow burn...?) ~♥︎ Gandalf nodded, responding in an equally hushed voice. You strained to hear, trying to pick up his words- But suddenly, a pair of hands covered your ears. ♥︎~ Highest scores: [ #1 in Legolas] [ #1 in Lotr] [ #4 in readerxcharacter] Most of the characters belong to J.R.R. Tolkien

Sunday Louise Kincaid was raised on superstition and sweet tea, the kind of girl who keeps salt in her pocket and won't whistle after dark. A folklore student from the hills of Kentucky, she's come to the rain-soaked edges of Washington State to study the Quileute tribe's living legends-how oral stories survive in modern teenage mouths. She's not here for trouble. She's here for truth. But trouble finds her anyway-in the form of a six-foot-five golden-eyed man built like a war god and smiling like sin. Emmett Cullen is everything she doesn't trust: too charming, too curious, and too present. Sunday doesn't fall easy, and she doesn't fall for pretty. Especially not when the whole town seems to hold its breath when he walks by. Then come the questions no one wants to answer. The stares. The tension. The forest that feels too quiet. The stories that sound too much like warnings. And the Cullens? They're not just a strange family-they're hiding something ancient. Something cold. Now Sunday's not just collecting legends. She's living one. And she's not sure whether to run-or start writing her own.

Meanwhile Amanda Sat at a small café sipping her drink. Spreading out the files among the men in front of her. She had big plans for the special prisoners that they had captured. "The last one was a hard one to catch. Her name is Circa. She wouldn't give us a last name. She is nowhere in our database, we couldn't find any information on her. She may seem sweet but she is anything but that. She is a vicious thing. She's killed many innocent lives. We don't know how long she has been alive but we do know she is powerful and thy we need her!" Amanda said. She began collecting all of her papers together and put them in her bag. "How did she get caught?" One of the men asked. "Batman" Amanda got up from the table. She gave the men a stiff nod before leaving the men at the Café. Circa occidere is a cruel yet not heartless woman. She may have killed more people then you know in your life. But she still has feelings that she hides well. She is currently in a jail cell that suspends her magic for the time being. When a (in her opinion) satanic she-devil comes and ask for her help in trade for her freedom she jumps onto the opportunity to save the world.On this crazy quest she finds love, family, and betrayal. (I DO NOT OWN SUICIDE SQUAD ONLY CIRCA) Things may not add up because of new information that I am putting into the story. Also I wrote this when I was 12 so bad grammar and stuff! WARNING :WRITING IS HORRIBLE.

Discover (adj.) find (something or someone) unexpectedly or in the course of a search. "𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝." "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." Dakota had been a victim of the Argents for years, she remembers being snatched as she watched her family home go up in flames when she was just a child. She never thought she would see her family again... but then she was given a chance to be reunited with them. But not in the way that she had ever expected. 【 oc x stiles stilinski 】 TEEN WOLF 2x12 - 3x12

After finishing a four-year service in the Air Force, 25-year-old Y/N moves to Culver City for a fresh start as a teacher. But summer has other plans-starting with a faceplant at a movie theater and an unexpected rescue from a charming stranger named Lewis. What begins as an awkward encounter quickly turns into a series of run-ins that feel more like fate than coincidence. Lewis, a drummer with a quiet heart and famous roots, isn't just easy on the eyes-he's easy to fall for. Between security shifts, late-night burgers, and stolen glances, Y/N finds herself caught in a slow-burning, funny, and tender romance she didn't see coming. Maybe this summer won't be so boring after all...

Contains imagines and preferences with 4 hawt shanks AKA - Newt, Minho,Thomas and Gally I might take some time [cause i am busy af chickalitas [no i am not, i am just lazy]] I will put warnings if needed! I do not write "complete" smut but the chapters can be kinda suggestive! All the characters belong to James Dashner and I don't own you. Ps: This book is full of cringe. Read at your own risk. Tata 🖤

In which years prior to thunderbolts....... "ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀᴘꜱɪɴɢ ꜰʟᴏᴀᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴏᴜɴᴄɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ʜʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜꜱᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ" Amaiah and Bob were childhood best friends, trauma bonded from the moment they met. Always on the run from the police; ruining themselves together. Until amaiah was taken back into foster care... years later they are reunited and start to be haunted by the past.... (Cover change coming soon)

[Robert "Bob" Reynolds x fem!OC] [Set after the THUNDERBOLTS* movie] HYDRA didn't need to break Theodora Rosewood, her father did that for them. A prodigy of terror, armed with phobokinesis and a ghost's silence, she was the perfect weapon: loyal, lethal, and willing. Until the war ended. Until she realized love was just another leash. When she gets kidnapped by Valentina Allegra de Fontaine she has a new mission: help an unstable member of the New Avengers to not destroy reality, or himself. Extract: 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. "𝙽𝚘𝚙𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚝." 𝙱𝚘𝚋 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜, 𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 . "𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝..." "𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?" 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛. // HIGHEST RANKING: #1 on Reynolds #1 on Thunderbolt