Anastasia Solovyova has, for the most part, lived comfortably amongst the aristocracy. Whilst she's lived with her mother in Russia for most of her life, her father, Nikolai, resided in New York City in the United States, working as a successful politician, and has done for the last 7 years. After taking a gap year, she follows in her father's footsteps, taking a uni course in law. However, in the midst of a fiery conflict with her father, she ends up destroying a contract keeping the most respectable yet dangerous man in the city at bay, now allowing him to unleash his fury upon the Solovyov family. Despite all signs pointing towards danger and deceit, Ana remains oblivious to the less legal activities performed by her father and enemy, putting their suspicious behaviour up to being due to arrogance and spite for each other. Quick disclaimer: I've seen an uprising in AI stories and wanted to make it clear that this isn't one of them xx I'm completely against AI and the effects it has on our planet, and also in taking over arts such as literature. I will not enforce my opinion on other people but this is just my opinion ❤️

Artemis Tarasov took on the role of elder sister out of necessity, and in doing so, she bound herself to protect her younger siblings in any way she could. Even if it meant losing herself in the process. Then, in the blink of an eye, her life changes and she finds herself marrying Dimitri Caruso. Through Dimitri, Artemis finds a world she never thought existed and now suddenly, everything she's ever known is a lie. Dimitri Caruso. Killer of men. King of the ring. Don of the Cosa Nostra. Dimitri Caruso was feared by all. No one dared to step out of line until... someone did, by kidnapping the only person in the world he would live for. Artemis. They thought Artemis was his weakness, but Dimitri knew she was everything but. He knew if there was anyone he needed to put a stop to whoever was causing harm, it was Artemis.

"My reputation's never been worse so he must like me for me..." Ella Claire Routledge a pogue living on figure 8 with the Cameron's has been head over heels for her twin brothers best friend JJ for as long as she can remember, until... Rafe. He'd always been her best friends jack ass older brother who she's convinced hated her until he wasn't? what has has he been making her feel? and why is she feeling these things. What happens when two trauma filled people fall in love and their reputations collide? Does love blur the lines between right and wrong or does it sharpen them? "Why because you're cold hearted?" "Maybe, for everyone else. But never for you Ella". "Is it cool that I said all that... is it chill that you're in my head?"

They called me the villainess. The jealous friend. The shadow that existed only to make her shine. Her name? Lilith. The heroine. The angel draped in silk smiles and fake innocence. The same girl who betrayed me in the novel I devoured before my death. But here's the twist when I opened my eyes again, I wasn't me. I was her. Stephanie Rose. The girl doomed to die at eighteen, betrayed, broken, forgotten. At least, that's what fate planned for me. But I refuse to follow the script. If destiny thinks it can kill me off like some disposable side character, it's wrong. If Lilith believes I'll kneel at her feet while she steals everything from me, she's even more wrong. I am Stephanie Rose 🥀 the so-called villainess. And I'll rewrite this story with my own hands, dripping ink in blood if I have to. No one can stop me. Not Lilith. Not fate. Not even the author who wrote my death. Because this time, I won't die. This time, they will.

'I found love where it wasn't supposed to be. Right in front of me. Talk some sense to me' Slow burn enemies to lovers. Rafe Cameron x Fem!OC i don't own Outer Banks, Just my character Stella, and her plot lines!

She had thought that the return of karate to the Valley would be a good thing. It should have been. The sport possessed a complex beauty she had always admired. Never would she have imagined that her life could change so drastically in just a few months. Everything had spiraled so quickly that Cora now found herself caught in the middle of her friends, divided and pitted against one another.

Valentina Reed thought she had everything in life figured out. Being nothing but perfect for her father's standards, having a decent job, and maintaining her family's social status. But she realized nothing was what it seemed. Everything changed when she met him, Nikolai Sinclair. A ruthless, rich, untouchable man with many secrets. The type of man that doesn't ask; he owns. From the moment he had set his eyes on her, he decided she was entirely his. She was only supposed to be leverage, just a deal. The rules were simple: Sleep in his bed. Wear his ring. Never look at another man. Love was never part of the deal. Still, with every command he gives, every kiss, every look, she forgets how to say no. Now, she is torn between the girl she was and the sin she becomes under his touch. But some sins don't beg for forgiveness, they demand surrender.

Edel doesn't do soft. She doesn't do safe. And she definitely doesn't do sober. She walks into BCS with sharp eyes, dirty secrets, and an addiction she pretends she controls. A dead father. An alcoholic mother. A home that never felt like one. Until John Kavanagh. John has money, a future, and a family that still works. A life Edel was never meant to touch. Different worlds. Same school. She doesn't need saving. He doesn't know he's trying anyway. Some girls don't run because they're reckless. They run because staying would kill them.

Luna has been in love with her best friend, Darío, since the day she first laid eyes on him. Well, "love" is a strong word for an eight-year-old - so let's say she felt a spark. While she lived in England and he lived in Spain, the thought of him never left her mind. She knew he would play an important role in her life, but what she didn't know was how he would consume her, twist her sense of herself, and become the thing she needed most - while never feeling the same about her.

"The streets don't forgive. Neither do i." - Choi San