𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 --- "they're so pretty it hurts. i'm not talking 'bout boys, i'm talking 'bout girls..." in which hope mikaelson gets stuck in the supernatural war brewing in beacon hills 𝐎𝐑 in which the mikaelson family drama ends up adding to the crazy life hope mikaelson made for herself in beacon hills book one in the "summer love" series ( season 1 - season 4a ) hope mikaelson x lydia martin hope mikaelson x isaac lahey started: january 1, 2022 finished: tbd © ashryanne

In the hidden alleyways of Brooklyn, a barefoot Italian chef serves poetry on porcelain. In the glass towers of Manhattan, a fashion empire is stitched from silence and secrets. Their worlds were never meant to touch-until one tasting turns into a slow-burning collision. Sage Farina is fire and salt and soul. An openly intersex lesbian with ink-stained skin, a towering frame, and a heart as wild as her Neapolitan roots, she built her underground supper club Sale e Salvia as both sanctuary and rebellion. She cooks barefoot, quotes Neruda between courses, and has no patience for pretense. Vivienne Langford is elegance incarnate-CEO of a global fashion house, a master of precision, and a woman who's hidden herself behind tailored lines and spotless press releases. She doesn't do messy. She doesn't do risk. And she definitely doesn't fall for tattooed chefs who taste like summer storms and say exactly what they mean.

Rowan Thorne doesn't exist. Not the way a person should. She's a ghost sewn together from old wounds - stitched with silence, bound by scars, moving through the world with a name that never belonged to her. The real girl, the one she used to be, is buried somewhere no light can reach. She doesn't speak of the house she came from, of the man who taught her pain in the language of obedience, or the love she held too tightly - the love that slipped through her bloody hands. She should've burned it all to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she pours coffee in a quiet corner of New York City and pretends that her bones aren't still full of smoke. That she isn't still bleeding beneath her skin. That she hasn't forgotten how to want. Then Allison Clarke walks into the café Rowan works at - sunlight in human form. Golden hair, bright smile, the kind of beauty that belongs on billboards and in dreams. But Rowan doesn't see perfection. She sees the fractures. The tremor under control. Something hungry, something hurting, something strangely familiar, something that echoes a memory she thought she'd buried. Rowan knows she should stay away. She won't. What begins as curiosity soon becomes fascination. Fascination becomes need. Need becomes obsession. Because love like Rowan's doesn't heal. It haunts. It consumes. It is a holy fire - and nothing walks out untouched.

(Lady Dimitrescu X Female Gip OC) _________________________________________ Alcina Dimitrescu hated the smell of Lycan. She hated her 'brother', but... When a woman showed up on her doorstep smelling exactly like him, but a thousand times stronger... She paused. She paused because she thought she hated that smell, but this woman intrigued her. So, she picked the woman who was in tatters up, brought her into her castle, and closed the door behind her. This woman intrigued her even though she stunk of Lycan and she was going to find out why... ________________________________________ I don't own this property or it's characters I do own my OC - Andy __________________________________________ Rankings: Rank #1 in residentevil Rank #1 in alcina Rank #1 in alcinadimitrescu Rank #2 in sapphic Rank #2 in gip Rank #2 in lgbtfiction Rank #2 in lesbianfiction

Sabine thought being sold as a magical slave was the worst thing that could happen-until a fearsome dragon chose her. Claimed by Prince Cole, the ruthless War Dragon and heir to the throne, Sabine braces for cruelty. But behind the brutal exterior lies a man at odds with the future forced upon him and a dragon with plans of his own. As dangerous magic stirs and royal pressure builds, Sabine and Cole are drawn together in a bond neither expected... and one that could change everything. **Perfect for fans of slow-burn romantic fantasy, reluctant royalty, and dragons with secrets.**

The Blood Moon Festival is a deadly competition that selects the next generation of dragon riders. Most competitors spend their childhood honing their Divine - a rare, godlike power typically found in the ruling class. But Raven Black, a poor orphan with an unusually powerful Divine, spent her childhood breaking more laws than she can count. At sixteen, Raven's list of crimes is taller than she is, and she is paying the price for it. Caught and sentenced to death after a heist gone wrong, Raven figures her luck has finally run out. That is until a dragon rider sees potential in Raven's Divine and offers her a chance to avoid execution by competing in the Blood Moon Festival. With no other choice, Raven enters Skydescent, a castle where contestants train and form alliances. As the only ex-criminal, Raven figured she would be the most cutthroat, her competitors too worried about honor to get their hands dirty. But in Scadril, a powerful dragon is honor. 128 competitors enter the Blood Moon Festival, and each will do whatever it takes to come out on top.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

Dahlia, who was mistakenly arrested, somehow found herself in the same prison cell with the most dangerous prisoner in the empire. Killian, who was the strongest knight of the fallen enemy kingdom, was kept as a prisoner after his homeland's defeat in the war. He was known as the crazy madman who ruthlessly slaughtered hundreds of men in the battlefield. He was all the things one would be terrified of when heard. The story used to scare children to sleep. A killer A lunatic A madman who laughed while slaughtering his enemies A man who only lusted for blood. Those were the names attached to him. Valuing her dear life, Dahlia decided to earn his interest by pretending to like him. After all, he was known to spare interesting things, especially women, according to the rumors she heard, that is. However, her act of pretending to like him was no use at all. The more she fawned over him, the more he threatened her. Eventually, the time came when she was finally free to go but couldn't bid him a proper farewell. And years later... "Why did you suddenly disappear that day?" Never did she expect she would encounter him again. "Do you know that I've almost gone mad searching for you?" He said with his deep calloused voice. And though her body was frozen in his arms, she gulped as he leaned into her ears. "You told me before that you'd marry me once we got out of that prison." A breath hitched in her throat. "Aren't you going to keep your words, my beloved?" He said. It seemed like he had no intention of letting her go.

He doesn't know the shadows like I do-that they are my friends, my only friends. Nothing can hide from me, not even darkness itself, because, like my father, I am the darkness. Hello, fans and readers! This is the full rough draft. If you want to read the updated and polished version, you can find it on Kindle, Kindle Unlimited and Amazon. Follow My fan page on Facebook to receive updates! https://www.facebook.com/AuthorJazzFord