She was not born a lady, she was made one. She was not born into wealth, she was given it. Laila is a woman of the king, and she fell in love with him, the day she first met him. Whether it was the kindness he'd shown her or the charming face and body he has, the attraction was there from the start. But King Stephan is not one to reciprocate such feelings, as Laila is one of the ten women he has in his castle. If only there was a way they could grow closer...secrets, lies, pain, war...all of which tears people apart, could actually be what brings them together. *** Turning to face him, she sees his lips curling into a smile, making her heart warm and fuzzy. He slowly puts his arm around her, giving her time to refuse. When she doesn't, he pulls her against his chest. Leaning into her he whispers, "You called me by my name, back in the hallway." "I...I apologize-" "Don't...I like it." Laila feels her core clench upon hearing his words. He tilts her chin laying a kiss on her neck. Biting back her moan, she closes her eyes, feeling him suck on her skin. "Mmh!" Stephan feels her arousal placing his lips on hers, his hand traveling down pushing up her dress as he caresses her skin.* Cover by @Sachi_Stark ! ♥

*The Threads of Fate Saga- Book 1* When Meryna's Scottish village is invaded and pillaged by ruthless Vikings her stunning beauty is the gift and the curse that spares her life. She is taken hostage as a war prize, leaving her ransacked village and the only life she has ever known behind her. An arranged marriage is her destiny when Rorik, her captor, sets his sights on her. She is determined not to be broken. Her fiery and relentless spirit won't let her give up without a fight.

"𝐎𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐭." Starved and desperate, Mari Milch, a daughter of a late reverend accepts a caretaker position for a blind and grumpy middle-aged man in a reclusive estate. She knew the job isn't going to be easy, yet is it too much to ask for the man to treat her decently?

(English Version) Sophia, 24, is a medical student and goes to Sweden to tour the country. She visits some ancient runes and mysteriously wakes up in the 9th century, the time of the Vikings. She is found by Itzvar the Ruthless, one of the most dangerous Vikings in the land. He sees her as a pleasure tool, but Itzvar soon realizes he's not the only Viking with an eye for Sophia. ✨Featured in Historical Fiction✨ 🥉3rd Place Historical Fiction: Rose Gold Awards 2023

The ruthless Jarl of the rumored cold-blooded Dahlsten clan. A young maiden of the southern Haraldsson clan. Two individuals from very different worlds. One night that interlocked their paths forever. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction This story will include MATURE content, as it contains sexual scenes, possible trigger scenes and cursing in Norwegian. It is recommended for an older crowd 17+. It is not your typical Viking story, sorry kiddies. This is my first chapter story, so it will not be perfect! Consider yourself warned. Beautiful cover made by @LarissaChesser **TSVB is on temporary hold due to author's hectic life, please be considerate in comments. Thank you!

"It is not nice to listen in on very important matters." He had called her out from her hiding spot. The minute he had looked at her, she saw his eyes turn from muddy brown to black in a matter of seconds. Though young, Willow was a beauty; a sight to behold. Black raven hair, silk and shiny always laid neatly in a braid atop her head. Her skin was sun kissed pale compared to her tribe, and blue-grey eyes; were a sight to behold. A wicked beast lusts for her, but she was meant to mate with a barbarian; king of lethal beasts.

Completed 12/26/2019 1# norse 11/17/2018 1/31/2021 8/9/2021 9/10/2021 6# 1/19/2024 1# vikings 11/18/2018 1# viking 10/1/2020 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> During the Viking Age, sagas and men whispered of magical beings, lurcing in the woods. Men with the capability to take the form of a wolf, and hunt as such. Surely this could not be true? They were called ulfhednars, and Iona would soon be proven just how real they actually were. <><><><><><><><><><><><><> Sold to the Jarl, tortured by the Jarl, cast aside half dead, by the Jarl. Iona's life was not easy, and it only got harder with the loss of a loved one, and a baby on the way with a man she despised. Events take place, and she begans to find out just how much she has been living in a lie. Relatives she did not know she had find her, and give her the salvation she dreamt of for so many years. There is also a man, filled with power, with dark hair and bright blue eyes, giving her longing, loving looks. Why does he hide in the shadows and not show himself? What does he have to hide, and why do people pretend like there is nothing to be conserned about?

*COMPLETED * England, AD 792. When all she knows is burnt to the ground, Aeleva is taken by the feared Danes. From a life of Saxon peasantry, a dark and brutal side is awoken within her. She has to adapt and survive in a world full of heathen. Torn by love for her captor and love of her faith she must decide who rules her heart. *WARNING, graphic description of violence* Please be warned that some readers have asked that there be a warning for some scenes of violence. On Wattpad HF reading list #1 vikings 18/10/2020 #1 raiders 25/06/2020 *** Cover done by the wonderful @AMORSI_ Check out her stuff, it's amazing. COMPLETED but will edit

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.