Hi there! These are ideas/ collections of work I wanted to get down because in the end, I almost always end up forgetting or deleting the book before I can get more than a few chapters in. So, to all my loyal readers, fellow writers, amazing voters and absolutely wonderful commenters...here's a look into the many book drafts I have in my head. This is also a book to leave your own ideas inside. I want your thoughts, even if it is about your day, about your ideas that you want to talk about...write it here. Hope you enjoy it. Photo by Laura Kapfer on Unsplash. Free commercial use.

Some flowers aren't meant to wilt. They're meant to wait and bloom again. Daisy Bennett awakens from a century-long sleep, still pregnant, and ready to bloom in a world that stole her spring.

Previously titled 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚. This book has been removed and will be available on Amazon from September 10. ______________ 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭. Alessia Quinn has rules when it comes to love. Never lose yourself. Never settle. And never stay where you're no longer a priority. Then she fell in love with Cassian. For him, she broke every rule. She waited through late nights at the office. Ate dinner alone more times than she could count. Kept convincing herself that tomorrow would be different. Until one night left her no promise of tomorrow. Heartbroken, Alessia walked away with one impossible wish: to never have met her husband at all. She didn't imagine an accident would make that wish come true. When Alessia wakes, her life with Cassian is gone. The marriage. The memories. The love she once had for him. Cassian remembers all of it. Every dinner he missed. Every promise he broke. Every time he made her feel like she came second. He can't undo the choices that drove her away. He can't give her back the time she lost believing she wasn't enough. But he can make sure the woman standing in front of him doesn't ever feel forgotten again. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

Nesha Banks minds her own business. Jasper Hale makes that impossible. I do not own twilight. I only own Nesha and Taya

"Serenity is the balance between good and bad, life and death, horrors and pleasures. Life is, as it were, defined by death. If there wasn't death of things, then there wouldn't be any life to celebrate." ~Norman Davies Twilight fanfic Oc x Oc Highest Ranking 🥇 #1 in blackoc. 6.15.24 #1 in bwmm. 6.15.24 #1 in deafoc. 6.17.24 #1 in mixedoc. 6.23.24

Delores "Dolly" West was the Cullen family's golden light: a prodigy nurse turned vampire under Carlisle's care, gifted with healing touch and bound as Edward's true mate. Until he shattered that sacred bond in a heartbeat to chase his bloodsinger Bella Swan leaving Dolly broken and the family fractured. When nomadic vampire Laurent Da Revin-elegant, ambitious, centuries-old power-seeker-steps into the rain-soaked clearing during a tense baseball game, everything changes. The mate bond slams into him like destiny he never chased, awakening something deeper than hunger or alliance. For the first time, he sees not power to claim, but a home to protect.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin