BOOK 2 After a wedding that nearly ended in tragedy, Lyanna Tyrell and Aerion Targaryen begin their new life in Highgarden. But marriage to a Targaryen is never simple. As they travel to the famous Ashford Meadow Tourney, old loyalties, dangerous tempers, and the politics of Westeros threaten to test their love in ways neither of them expected.

Lyanna Tyrell, princess of Highgarden, was raised in comfort and light, her childhood seemingly untouched by fear. Yet since she was very young, she has been haunted by the same nightmare: a dragon tearing her from her home. On her eighteenth birthday, that dream begins to take form. Her father tells her she has been betrothed to Aerion Targaryen of House Targaryen, grandson of the King of Westeros, a man feared throughout the realm as Aerion the Monstrous for his cruelty and vile acts. Lyanna begs not to leave Highgarden or be bound to a monster, but her father is unmoved. This marriage, he insists, is her duty. A Tyrell joined to House Targaryen will secure their house's future. As Lyanna is forced toward a fate she dreads, she must face a truth she has feared since childhood: her nightmares were never just dreams-they were a warning. If you have any suggestions or any questions and just want to leave feedback please leave a comment!

An imagined love story of Gabel Lachzion 🏹🖤

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

The brilliant mage, Maximillian Calypse, makes a time traveling magical device. Instead of traveling back in time as she intends, things go awry and she brings forth her younger self from the day before she marries Riftan. This sudden opportunity to redeem Riftan of their wedding night, and inform Young Maxi of what to expect, enters Maxi's mind. The couple certainly seize this unexpected chance to perhaps undo the unfortunate miscommunications of that night, so long ago. After gaining some sensuous experience from the Calypse couple, Young Maxi is sent back to her wedding day. Will their wedding night go the same? Or perhaps with Maxi's new information and preparation, will they get the night they deserved?

"Make a baby with me." Riftan spits out his wine in surprise at the statement. Almost thirty seconds worth of choked coughing was then followed by him shooting her an incredulous look, dark black eyes widened with surprise. "Excuse me?" Maxi could only blink up at him expectantly. "A baby. We should get one." Riftan's eyebrows raise, setting the goblet of wine on the nearby table. "Why are you saying it like we're just buying a basket of apples at the town square?"

Maximilian and Riftan get a divorce, and they fall impossibly deeper in love with each other after that.

Fanfiction for the Manwha Under the Oak Tree. A one-part short story focusing on Hebaron's POV. It follows events soon after Book 1 but before the start of Book 2.

in which, michael wheeler - a rich business man - hires a new personal assistant, eleanor hopper. (smut warning)

Takes place during Riftan's POV side story. Riftan Calypse promised to live by his step-father's words. A grub should keep to the ground. Looking higher will only bring misfortune. However, when he sees Maximilian Croyso after ten long years the look in her eyes makes him dare to hope. Would it really be so bad to look up? Part 1 of my series Forget-Me-Not set in Under the Oak Tree (상수리나무 아래)