Her breath was inhaled through clenched teeth as the pressure of his hand against the bleeding gash on her side flared up with a firey pain. He was so close that she could see the stubble of his jaw that was clenching hard together as his golden gaze fixated on cleansing her wound. Anyone knowing a Witcher thought them a monster, a mutant with no feelings or emotions. But if they could spend even a single day with a man like Garelt of Rivia they'd soon realize that perhaps the myths about Witchers were wrong. The furrow in his brow as he focused on his task spoke volumes of the worry that he did not know how to express. "Garelt I'm sorry...I should have listened to you," she mumbled looking down at his blood-soaked hands as they cleansed her wound. 'Hmm.' was her only answer; not the answer she wished to have and she felt herself deflate at his response. Ever since she came under his care she found herself as useless as a stick to him. Even with her training, she thought she could help. But her helpfulness was nothing but a child's mistake. She could have died if it wasn't for Geralt's quick thinking and reaction. She felt like such a burden to the man who was constantly saving her life despite her disobedience when it came to him. The stormy look on her face must have been so transparent because when she looked back up at Garelt he was staring at her so intently that she dare near look away; her heart rate picking up under his stare. "Don't be so hard on yourself. I know you're doing the best you can. if today all you did was hold yourself together I'm proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too. This life isn't easy and I think you're doing just fine all thing's considering." he said in that gruff voice of his that could always make her feel safe. "Just next time...listen to me when I tell you to stay put got it?" She smiled a little bashfully and nodded looking down again. "Got it,"

This story starts when maher gets seperated and they meet and apparently hate each other but it's not the reason you know and think... Dive in

Note : You do not have to see the serial to read this story. If you're someone who's enjoying the chemistry between Namik and Pranali and feel like they deserve so much more. Dive right in - Shivansh Randhawa, heir to Collapse - a multimillion-dollar publishing empire founded by his grandfather - appears to have it all. At 35, wealth, power, and prestige seem to follow him effortlessly. But behind the tailored suits and charming smile lies a man haunted by a past no one sees. He's resigned to a life of quiet detachment - until a sudden accident brings Prarthana Malhotra crashing into his world. Prarthana and Shivansh couldn't be more different. She's grounded, fiercely independent, and worlds away from the glitz and privilege of Shivansh's life. They share nothing - no background, no values, no interests. In fact, they were never meant to cross paths, let alone share a future. But when a century-old secret resurfaces, threatening to upend everything they know, they're forced to make an impossible choice: listen to reason, or follow their hearts. Click on Read now only when you're ready for an actual plot and not smut (also this is not a personal jab to those who enjoy reading smut just a preference).

When Lee Nora,a young aspiring worker is given a chance to be the youngest CTO of her company, there is a catch ; a year of internship at an entertainment agency managing the once infamous BTS who recently were discharged from the military. Will she be able to get her job? Will she finish her internship? Can BTS get back to the place they once belonged?

Raven. In a world of fantasy, where magic and sword reign supreme, a girl is reborn. Not as a hero, a villain, or even a common mob. She was reborn as a dumb bird. Now don't get me wrong, ravens are one of the smartest animals alive. But imagine going from a fully functional human body...to....this... In this world, ravens are considered harbingers of death. Filthy pests. The incarnation of damned souls. Due to their penchant for mischief, they are shunned and despised by human and non-human races alike. Join Raven in her journey from a naive baby bird that wants to become human again (or at least get some semblance of arms/legs), and grow to live a life worth living, eating delicious food and reading great books. Also known as the Ascension of Amaris, Queen of the Night, Beloved of the Moon. A/N: There will be no romance in this story. Cover Credit goes to vuogle on DeviantArt.

Jasmina Charani Shelby - a fucking mouthful if you ask the youngest daughter of the Shelby family. Though if you did, she would laugh because Charani meant Phoenix in Romani, and like her... she was literally a Phoenix that had risen from its ashes. Dramatic, but a fact. Jasmina used to be Harry. When she was Harry, she was a girl with a cursed life destined for a life of prophecies and unloved and yet praised by the masses for something she never had control over. When Voldemort killed her - finally killed her, she told Dumbledore at Kings Cross to "fuck off" and boarded that train that led to her having a nice chat with Death while she let the train take her to wherever the hell it was. He asked if she wanted a do-over or do something different... or just go on to death. Harry didn't want to be Harry anymore. She was done with it. Fed up. She no longer gave a flying hippogriff about any of them because she was just a kid forced to be a savior though all they had ever done was scorn her until it no longer suited them. They abandoned her to abusive muggles and continuously turned a blind eye. Harry was just simply tired. But she didn't want to die. She was a kid, only 17 and she really wanted for once in her life to have a family who loved her enough to stay with her. To always choose her. Of course, she didn't expect all her family to love her, she would be perfectly content with just one person. Though more than one would be nice. And that's what Death did. He gave her, her heart's desire. And she had never been happier.

As the fifth year at Hogwarts unfolds, Azalea Potter, the enigmatic heiress of House Black, is swept into a whirlwind of danger and dark allure. Bound inseparably to her twin brother Harry since birth, their shared history and unbreakable bond have always been their strength. But with the arrival of the mysterious new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Marvolo Slytherin, their world is thrown into chaos. Professor Slytherin's unsettling presence and beguiling charm obscure a deeper, darker secret that whispers warnings to Azalea. Struggling to navigate her intricate relationships-with Harry, her constant ally and confidant, and their godfather Sirius-Azalea finds herself drawn into an ominous connection with Slytherin. Despite the creeping shadow that hangs over him, she cannot deny the magnetic pull she feels. When Azalea uncovers a chilling truth-that the Dark Lord Voldemort has resurfaced under the guise of Professor Slytherin-her world shatters. Torn between the seductive darkness and her loyalty to Harry, she must confront her own fears and desires. As the forbidden romance deepens, Azalea faces a heart-wrenching choice: embrace the dark allure or risk everything to unmask the true villain threatening the wizarding world. In a race against time, Azalea's every decision could tip the balance between salvation and catastrophe. With her and Harry's intertwined fates hanging by a thread, she must navigate treacherous paths where love and betrayal collide. Will their bond withstand the encroaching darkness, or will it become their undoing?

Florence | In which Thomas Shelby seeks the comforts of a prostitute on a rainy drunken night, fueled by whiskey and the trauma left behind from The Great War. All the while, each managing to save the other without even realizing. Or In which Thomas Shelby falls in love with a whore. [Based on and inspired by my Thomas Shelby One Shot "Soft Hearted"]

Third time the charm? Guess again! Harriet Potter learns the hard way she can't die after being struck by another killing curse. After waking up in in some back alley of London - quite clearly alive and not... Dead like she definitely should be, she goes on a conquest of her own to test her mortality theory. Several fatal death stunts later - Harri has concluded she's some sort of thing that just can't die properly. Fearing what that might mean for her should the Ministry find out, she decides that she'll be better off saying "Too-da-loo, bitches!" and fuck off into the blue. Aro - unlike his brothers - likes to leave the piazza on the rare occasion so while on the hunt for his next meal, he caught a whiff of something mouth-watering, something spicy and sweet all at the same time. It brought back memories of his life in Greece, memories he thought he'd forgotten. The blood didn't sing to him but it did make him ravenous. It was coming from a young red-headed woman with striking green eyes too ethereal to be entirely human. Aro waited until she was alone when he struck. He wasn't assaulted with the girl's memories or emotions upon contact - he didn't much think about it as he drank greedily, unable to get enough. Only when her body dropped did his mind clear. She was divine. He licked his lips and cocked his head after placing her on the bed. When he went to leave... He was struck by a blast that sent him lurching into the bathroom door and crashing into the wall. He turned. "What..." He gasped. "Oi!" The girl was a whirlwind of fiery anger. "Do I look like some bloody fang banger to you?" "How--" "YOU BIT ME! Do you know how long it's going to take me to stop looking blue? A fucking WEEK!" Aro was stunned... And intrigued.

This story picks up from Episode 3 of BALH2. Ram and Priya meet in a restaurant in Worli. What follows is a friendship in which they find comfort, trust and peace. And maybe love?