Freen Sarocha Chankimha was born to rule the world. Cold. Beautiful. Untouchable. Until one accident turned the 20-year-old heiress into a 5-year-old girl trapped inside her own perfect body. Now she's 28, still clapping when she's happy and crying for ice cream at 3 a.m. Her parents are dying. The empire needs an heir. So they hire the only therapist crazy enough to take the job; Rebecca Armstrong. Sunshine smile. Gentle hands. And the daughter of the man who destroyed Freen's life. She says she's here to heal her. But some little girls were never meant to grow up. Will Becky save Mr. Innocent... or finally finish what her father started? --- Freen G!p ---

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

Rowan Thorne doesn't exist. Not the way a person should. She walks through the world wearing a name that was never hers. She doesn't speak of the house she came from, of the man who made her what she is, or the love she held too tightly, the love that slipped through her bloody hands. She has a past she should have burned to ash. Instead, she vanished. Now she pours coffee in a quiet corner of New York City and pretends she's someone she isn't. And then when aspiring writer Allison Clarke strides into the café, Rowan is instantly hooked. Allison is everything she could ever want: tough, smart, and sexier than her wildest fantasy. She would kill to have her. Rowan knows she should stay away. She won't. What begins as curiosity becomes fascination. Fascination becomes need. Need becomes obsession. Because love like Rowan's isn't gentle. It's possession. It's devotion. It's ruin. Rowan wants you. Rowan needs you. Rowan loves you to death. (Welcome to the psychological thriller where the softest voice is a predator's whisper, the mask looks back when it smiles, and the first red flag was already hanging on the door: OPEN.)

(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.