𝐿𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓇𝒶 𝐻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇, 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓉 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒾𝓂𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓌𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃. 𝒴𝑒𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓊𝓂 𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒶 𝒯𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓇𝓎𝑒𝓃 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝓋𝑒𝓇-𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓉𝒽, 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝓇𝑜𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀𝓈, 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓇𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃. 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈-𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒜𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃'𝓈 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓇𝓇𝑜𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

[PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS‼️] IN WHICH, a young woman who grew up in a brothel in the slums of Flea Bottom leaves King's Landing on a turnip cart, in hopes to make more coin at Ashford Meadow. She crosses paths with a hedge knight whose never experienced the touch of a woman. Not only was he the tallest man she's ever seen-but the first to ever show her what love truly is. She also catches the attention of a Targaryen prince, becoming his object of desire-and subject to his cruel ways of pleasure. ( A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Fanfiction ) ( Ser Duncan the Tall x Fem!Commoner OC x Aerion Targaryen )

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭. . . . . . . . . . . Living in The Colony was all Josie knew. To the outside world it was a cult of brainwashed victims all under the spell of Kade Rogers, but to her it was home. That was up until a series of events that led up to her escape. If only fate wasn't so cruel as to lead her away from one monster and put her directly into the hands of another. Now, with a new sense of determination, Josie explores the world outside of The Colony and learns the hard way that trust is a dangerous weapon of destruction. Trying to lead a normal life starting college proves to be impossible after meeting Nico Blaine. He was everything she was suppose to stay away from. But when Josie lay's eyes on the tattooed beauty, she can't help it. What starts out as a innocent infatuation turns into a twisted tale of betrayal. .. . . . . . . . . . - Dark romance - Explicit sexual content - Mature themes - Criminal - Villain - Anti-hero #1 goodgirlxbadboy #1 darklove

After a freak accident, Kira wakes on a brutal alien planet where women went extinct. Mistaken for a boy by the deadly warrior who rescues her, Kira hides her gender to survive, even as the jungle and her own growing attraction threaten to expose her. When Vrox discovers Kira is not a boy but the first woman his planet has seen in years, her existence becomes a secret worth killing for. Hunted by desperate men and bound by a desire neither of them expected, they must choose between survival, duty, and a love that could change a dying world. *** A humorous, passionate alien-romance novel published in 2019 and rewritten in 2026.

"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES

Sadie Caster is a good girl with a bad attitude and the mouth of a sailor to match. Though she pretends life is perfect, her family is falling apart, shredded by death and illness. She has never known the type of dangers that lurk on the other side of town after nightfall but one mistake puts Sadie on the streets after sunset, a time when everyone knows to stay indoors. A time when the Tribe rides. The Tribe, a motorcycle gang of barbarians with a bad reputation nearly a nation wide. From the east coast to the west, the tales of their bloodshed and nightmarish members wreak havoc on those unfortunate enough to cross their path. It's been said that this troop from hell is led by a man none outside the Tribe has ever seen, and his devil of a nephew. Dustin King, a living sin wrapped in leather, marked by scars, and so sexy that you'd sell your soul for a taste. With myths of his power spreading far and wide, pissing him off might land you six feet under. As second-in-command and fresh out of prison, he's in line to take over for his aging uncle but not all want to see Dustin become leader. Some would prefer to see him dead. And Sadie has seen it happen, in her dreams. Dreams that seem to warn her of events ... before they happen, in the most cryptic ways imaginable. Dreams she didn't start having until she met Dustin. Now held prisoner as Dustin's rider, Sadie finds herself learning the ways of The Tribe from the inside. And maybe, just maybe, they aren't as bad as everyone seems to think. With the target on Dustin's back growing day by day and as their feelings for one another blossom, Dustin and Sadie are against the clock to restore order and prevent catastrophe before it's too late. But with peace comes price, and the cost of war might be too steep. What is the price, you ask? The death of a king. **Updates every Friday PG-13: strong language, gory scenes, and whole lot of heartache Highest rankings: #35 in teen fiction, #13 in Danger, #1 in Suffer

"You are my first love, Gabriela, and my last." "You're romantic for a delinquent." PREQUEL TO THE WICKED SERIES

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)