(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

Some people break like glass. She learned how to shatter silently. Skylar Altair wasn't supposed to wear a badge. At twenty-four, she was a certified prodigy-board-certified in half a dozen specialties, a nuclear medicine and neuro-path genius, a rising star in a white coat. The youngest. The brightest. The girl who never failed. But trauma doesn't care about your résumé. Loss doesn't care how many degrees you've earned. And the world doesn't stop spinning just because your soul flatlines. Her father died in front of her eyes when she was twelve. Her brother spiraled into addiction. And when she needed help most-when everything was taken from her in a single night-no one came. Not the heroes. Not the law. Not the system. So she stopped waiting. They taught her how to save people. Now she's going to learn how to protect herself. With the steel of a soldier in her blood and the precision of a surgeon in her bones, Skylar trades the hospital lights for sirens, scrubs for Kevlar. Becoming a cop was never the plan. But plans change-especially after the aftershock. In a city that's breaking at the seams, Skylar will have to confront everything she tried to bury: her rage, her grief, her brilliance, and the terrifying possibility that maybe-just maybe-she was meant for this life all along. Genius. Survivor. Rookie. She's not trying to be a hero. She's just trying not to fall apart again.

Winnie Potter had once been warm-full of laughter, always trailing after James and Sirius like a second shadow. But everything changed the moment the Sorting Hat whispered Slytherin. Her bond with them cracked, then broke. She became the black sheep of the Potter name, a stain on their legacy. They stopped looking at her the same way. Eventually, they stopped looking at all. But in the shadows of Slytherin, she found something else-not redemption, but belonging. Her new friends and family who held her hand when no one else would. Love, in quiet looks and cruel loyalty. Peace, in secrets. It wasn't what she thought she wanted. But maybe it was what she needed because, If the light casts you out, are you wrong for choosing the dark? (I started this when I was like 13, and just now decided to continue it. The writing gets better after chapter 3-4. Please bare with me guys. Also, there might be some small grammatical mistakes in the book because English isn't my first language)

What if it wasn't anything the current Potter's had done that saved Azalea Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked with the horcrux spell before creating them? What happens when they discovered that nothing is exactly what is seems. Fem!Harry, Dumbledorebashing, Explict Sex/ Mention of RAPE. You have been warned. I don't own this book this book belongs to HERMIT532 on Fanfiction.net I DON'T OWN THIS BOOK

The Wildest Mikaelson... The Happy Homicidal Maniac... The Willy Fox... The Worst of the Worst... All names used to describe the youngest Mikaelson brother. Throughout his long life, Kol fancied himself the black sheep of the family, believing that his siblings considered him more of a nuisance than a brother. When Kol woke up after being daggered a century, he couldn't wait to leave Mystic Falls and his siblings behind. What Kol hadn't expected was to find an annoying young woman living in his older brother's house; even less did he expect said woman to possess a magic so fascinating that he simply couldn't leave until he'd found out what hid behind those innocent blue eyes.

After three years of dating, Ron admits he cheated on Hermione for two of those years with Daphne Greengrass--and Harry knew all about it. Reeling from the betrayal by her friends and family, Hermione must rebuild her life and discover new bonds with an unlikely group including Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson. What happens when Draco Malfoy, her first and deepest love, suddenly reappears in Hermione's life and she finds that her feelings have only grown deeper with time? OR: Hermione and Draco secretly dated at Hogwarts, he left after his trial, and now he's returned to win her back. --------- DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS FIC AT ALL. THE ORIGINAL STORY WAS MADE BY Twin_Flame_Blues AND IS ON THE AO3 WEBSITE. I loved this work of art on ao3 and brought it to wattpad for those that want to read it but like the wattpad format for reading better then the ao3 format. AUTHORS NOTE (COPY & PASTED FROM AO3) 1. This world has wizards, it doesn't need heteronormativity. Everyone is a little bit queer here. 2. We stan a Slytherin redemption story arc and a deeper investigation of the type of friends Harry and Ron really were to Hermione. 3. Yes, both my username and all the chapter titles in this fic are pulled from Taylor Swift songs. 4. There will be short flashbacks to Hogwarts days in each chapter, but this fic primarily takes place 3+ years after the end of the war (and though there will be allusions to sex in the flashbacks, the only explicit sex scenes will take place when the characters are all over 18). 5. We will eventually get to alternating POV's in each chapter, but we've got to do some setup first.

Fresh off his divorce, Jackson Avery stumbles into a New York bar where he meets Valentina. Suddenly he finds himself in her bed over and over again. 'hotels, late night, hands through my hair, long talk, red eyes, clothes everywhere." -run for the hills by tate mcrae jackson avery x FOC based on season 12 of grey's anatomy Greys Anatomy meets Sex and The City 🍸⚕️🗽