Pixie was tired of her long string of failed relationships, so she decided to take love out of the equation and become an Alaskan mail-order bride. Stark was gruff and grumpy and definitely not looking for love after he lost the woman he loved. He and Pixie shared a common goal of wrestling a living out of the harsh Alaskan bush, and as they were learning to rely on each other, their tentative friendship turned to more. Until a secret from Stark's past came to interfere with his present.

After the Great Council, King Jaehaerys decided to gather his family to confess. His confession would forever change the dynamics of House Targaryen. They said the only thing that could bring down the House of the Dragon was itself. Years later, when Otto Hightower finally believes he has the upper hand, the marriage of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen changes the game.

Aether finds herself without a job after graduating from college. She meets three men who makes her understand what love truly means. She never knew what love meant until them. They never knew what it felt like to have a home until she appeared. 'What?' "You really look like an angel." "Oh he's far from it sweetheart." "For you vita mia, I will be anyone." "Go home." "We are home." 'He looks at me, at my soulless eyes. I have never been good at hiding my emotions. I wonder what he thinks, understanding that I feel empty and that it is not a mask.'

Blanca Frostine wakes up in the beast-world she's been reading about. Beasts get Hysteria-rage monsters or helpless cubs-and only rare, lifelike energy stones can calm them. Problem is, only she's a legendary sculptor who makes the most realistic, mood-soothing carvings. She opens a shop, sells instant calm in tiny sculptures, and chaos erupts. Nobles panic, armies take notes. Blanca's lazy but insanely talented, and her sculptures sell out fast. But now, powerful beastmen keep showing up-claiming they just need therapy, but really, they're eyeing her like she's something more dangerous than her sculptures. In a world full of wild beasts, Blanca's the only one who can tame them with a touch-and suddenly, love isn't so optional anymore. "All I want is money," she mutters, carving another masterpiece. "Why are they lining up for me?"

A witch who lost the love of her life to her sister. She'd given up on love, determined to live alone and never put herself through that again. But someone was determined not to let her.

❝Is this what you needed?❞ he rumbled, gripping the back of my neck while he thrust into me. ❝My cock buried deep inside of you? Have we been keeping you cock-starved? Needy girl,❞ he rasped, ❝making such a mess on my cock. Always so desperate, even when you're stuffed nice and full.❞ Oakley Larkin works at a flower shop while struggling to afford rent and groceries, unable to depend on her current boyfriend, whose role in her life is daunting. The only highlight is the seven men in her life, but things have been downhill for a while, and she isn't sure if she can stop herself from falling, or if they'll reach out and catch her. Weekly Updates every Monday at 4 PM EST.

(BTS x Reader) Kang Haeri used to be the golden girl of her elite friend group, until a sweet faced transfer student, Y/N, showed up and the seven boys she grew up with suddenly developed selective hearing. A couple of rumors later, they dropped Haeri faster than she could say 'friendship'. Now in university, Haeri has embraced her reputation as the campus villainess: heels sharp, tongue sharper, and absolutely done with their nonsense. She ignores them. She outshines them. She terrifies half the school. But when the boys finally realize Y/N isn't who they thought and Haeri isn't the villain, they start regretting everything. Too bad revenge looks amazing on her.

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like. Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle. He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow, he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection. Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband. Byron stared at the mud. Then at her. "Absolutely not." She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed. Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed. Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC #1 sunshine #1 soft #1 old money #1 spoiled

April I fight fires for a living-but I've never felt more burned than I did that night. As a forest ranger, I live on the edge of danger and calm. My body is strong, my will even stronger, but that doesn't mean I'm unbreakable. I thought love-real love-would see through the scars I keep hidden beneath my uniform. I thought Ellis saw me. Understood me. But all it took was one careless sentence. One drunken confession echoing through a baby monitor, turning a celebration into a battlefield. He humiliated me in front of everyone-my friends, my chosen sisters, myself. And now I'm standing in the ashes of something I thought would last forever, wondering if I've been lying to myself about what love really looks like. Ellis I was drunk. Stupid. Thoughtless. It was just a conversation. Boys being boys, joking around in a room where I thought no one could hear. But they did. She did. And I said things I can't take back. I don't even recognize the man who said them-because that man humiliated the strongest, most loyal, most incredible woman he's ever known. April is the kind of woman who runs toward danger. Who holds broken branches like they're bones and brings people back from the edge. And I crushed her with words. Now I'd do anything-everything-to take it back. But the damage is done. And I'm not sure I deserve to be the one who tries to fix it.

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of the dead loves me He bows before me on his knees He offers me a crown of thorns And calls me his queen And maybe you did love me, mother But he loves me, darkness and all He knew that I was meant for more Than being your silly, fragile doll ---------- "Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes. "No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet." OC x OC!Addams Wednesday @madebyrach , 2023