Bella Swan believed everyone would always choose her. She was wrong. After years of selfish decisions, broken promises, reckless behavior, and treating the people around her as though they would never leave, the cracks finally begin to show. Charlie is done making excuses. Jacob refuses to be anyone's backup plan. Even the Cullens start questioning whether Bella's presence is tearing their family apart instead of bringing them together. Just as Bella's carefully built world begins to crumble, a new girl arrives in Forks. Kind, courageous, and fiercely loyal, she earns the trust and friendship of the people Bella took for granted. As old loyalties shift and new bonds are formed, Bella is forced to face a truth she never wanted to hear: Being the main character in your own story doesn't mean everyone else has to make you theirs. Will Bella finally change... or lose everything she thought would always be hers?

Isabella Robert, a half-blood witch, was sorted into Gryffindor and spent her Hogwarts years nursing a quiet, unreturned love for James Potter. The heartbreak that followed marked her deeply, but life moved on. She slowly learned to heal, to love again, and spent years rebuilding the happiness she thought she'd never have. Just when it finally felt within reach, the war came. Now, dying amidst the chaos, she can't help but wonder if the universe ever meant for her to be happy at all.

Where a girl is forced to get married to a man almost twice her age. She hates the man and holds him responsible for ruining her life, meanwhile he stays oblivious to her existence. For more information take a look at the story! ✧*。.｡•.｡*♡๑❥ Sirius Black × Fem! Oc Post War Era Age gap

Everyone in La Push knew Paul Lahote and Florence Snow came as a pair. They'd been inseparable since they were five-muddy shoes, shared secrets, the kind of closeness that never needed a name. She was the only person who could calm him down. He was the only one who never let her walk home alone. They weren't together. They just...always were. Then, one afternoon in the woods, something found them. Florence told him to run. Paul listened. He never saw her again. A year later, Paul is a wolf, a fighter, and angrier than anyone in the pack has ever seen him. He hates vampires more than anything-because something like them took the only person who ever made him feel human. So when the newborn army comes, Paul doesn't hesitate. Until he sees her. Alive. Unchanged in all the ways that matter. And not human at all. Their eyes meet-and everything breaks open. The imprint hits him like a promise he never knew he made. The bond answers in her like something she's been running from. She didn't come back because she knew what she was. He was never supposed to find her like this. Now Florence Snow stands between two worlds: the wolves who were once her home, the vampires who made her what she is, and the boy who still looks at her like she's his. The treaty says she can't return. The pack doesn't know what to do with her. And Paul Lahote? He's not letting her go again. Some loves start in a moment. Theirs started when they were five. And it didn't end when she died.

In La Push, the forest remembers everything. Lark Liora Seabrook was raised knowing the old rules-the ones written in cedar smoke and saltwater, the ones the ancestors still watch from the dark. As the tribe's apprentice healer, she knows how to bless new wolves, how to steady shaking hands, how to listen when the land speaks back. She did not know she would be claimed. On the night Jacob Black shifts for the first time, fate reaches for her-and gets it wrong. The imprint binds him to her... but his heart belongs to someone else. What should have been a sacred joining becomes a quiet wound, one the whole pack pretends not to see. While Jacob chases a ghost named Bella Swan, Lark is left standing in the rain-marked, unwanted, still expected to endure. Enter Paul Lahote: volatile, dangerous, devastatingly beautiful. A wolf with too much anger, a reputation for wreckage, and no belief in forever. He was never meant to be gentle. Never meant to stay. And yet. What grows between Paul and Lark is not sanctioned. Not safe. Not foretold. It is heat and tenderness and choice-the kind of love that dares the old gods to answer back. As the pack turns uneasy and ancient laws begin to creak, Lark must decide what she believes in more: destiny, or devotion. Because loving Paul means risking everything-especially the fear that fate might steal him away the moment she finally feels whole. But the ancestors are watching. And they remember when love is brave. Some bonds are given. Others are earned. Publish date 12/28/25 #1-PaulLahote 12/30/25 #1- BellaBashing 12/30/25 #1- SamUley 12/31/25

Some folks get called to weddings. Magnolia Locklear gets called to endings. At twenty, Nola's already watched more things fall apart than most people see in a lifetime. Whole communities, traditions, stories-gone quiet and gone wrong. She doesn't stop it. She doesn't fix it. She just makes sure it's remembered right. So when Billy Black calls her to La Push, she packs a bag and doesn't ask questions. That's never a good sign. The wolves are loud, nosy, and a little too good at pretending everything's fine. They take to her fast-call her Mags, steal her food, argue like she's always been there. They also don't say the part out loud: She only shows up when something's about to end. What nobody planned for? The Cullens. The wedding. And Edward Cullen looking at her like the world just rearranged itself. Which would be bad enough-if he weren't already in love. If she weren't supposed to stay out of it. If some bonds didn't decide themselves. Now Nola's stuck in the middle of something she was meant to witness, not belong to-caught between fate, free will, and a boy who won't choose her... while another one already has. And the worst part? She's starting to think this ending might include her. The narration knows the ending. The characters are trying to survive it.

Calla Jo Tucker was not made to be anyone's girl. She's a Southern witch with honey on her tongue and a curse stitched into her spine. After her mama's death at the hands of a vampire, she and her sharp-eyed Aunt Mavis run from the old magic, heading west to the only place left with protection strong enough to hold-La Push, Washington. Her aunt says it's safe. Calla doesn't believe in safe. Not when there's a boy with wildfire eyes watching her like she's already his. Paul Lahote has a temper, a reputation, and a smile that's gotten more girls in trouble than he can count. But when he sees Calla? Fate doesn't just pull. It snaps. She's his imprint. His match. His undoing. Too bad she can't stand him. They fight like wildfire and gasoline-snapping, biting, slinging insults with molasses in their voices and heat under their skin. He calls her lily. She calls him names that make grown men flinch. And every time they're near each other, something burns. But Paul's never begged before. Calla's never wanted anything more. And the line between hate and want? It's already gone to ash. He swore he'd never fall. She swore she'd never burn. Turns out, they were both liars.

Jasper Hale was born to blood and war. He had worn the uniform of the Union, carried the weight of slaughter across centuries, and buried himself in the Cullens' false salvation. But guilt is a brand deeper than any scar, and when he nearly lost himself in Bella Swan's blood, Jasper knew he couldn't stay. He fled north, into the cold. Into exile. Into Montana. Elkhorn Ranch was meant to be penance. A place where the days were carved out of ice and bone, where silence pressed down heavier than the snow. He came there as a ghost, another drifter with calloused hands and eyes too old to meet. But fate had already marked him. Wyatt Rose Uley was branded long before Jasper laid eyes on her. Born in La Push, she had carried the weight of an absent father, a brother who turned into something monstrous after she ran, and a mother who had nothing left to give. Wyatt carved her own way out-eighteen years old, a duffel bag and a sharp tongue, rodeo summers and brutal winters that kept her alive. She was fire and grit. He was ash and ruin. And when they met, the world shifted. What began as barbs in the frozen dark bled into something more dangerous: a hunger that burned hotter than the firewood in the bunkhouse stove. He called her Rosebud when she spat curses at him. She called him pretty boy when she should have called him predator. They bickered, they laughed, and somewhere between, they bled into each other. He thought he had come to Montana to disappear. She thought she had come to Montana to survive. But Alice Cullen had already seen it-the long winter nights, the stars stretched like scars across the sky, the moment Jasper Hale would meet the woman who would undo him. Some bonds are forged in blood. Some loves are carved out of ruin. And some fires brand you forever. This is Branded. A Southern Gothic tale of ghosts, cowboys, and a love too sharp to let go.

When Audrey Black, twin of Jacob Black moves back to the Res after two years away, a lot has changed. She arrives back to find a familiar home, but her closest friends pulling away from her. Secrets surround Audrey, but she unknowingly will end up at the center of them. #1 Twilight Saga 4/19/2025 #1 Wolfpack 5/13/2025 #1 Leah Clearwater 5/11/2025 #1 Twilight Wolfpack 5/10/2025 #4 Paul Lahote 3/11/25 #1 Billy Black 3/20/25 #2 Jacob Black 3/23/25 #4 Sam Uley 4/17/2025 #100 Teen 4/1/2025 #5 twilight 4/25/25 Started: 2/16/2025 Completed: 4/18/2025 Twilight New Moon - Post Breaking Dawn PT 2 Paul Lahote X OC At least three updates a week until completed. Updates are posted at 2 a.m. EST Warnings: some smut, language, mature themes, mentions of abuse, mentions of assault (with warnings)

Sunday Louise Kincaid was raised on superstition and sweet tea, the kind of girl who keeps salt in her pocket and won't whistle after dark. A folklore student from the hills of Kentucky, she's come to the rain-soaked edges of Washington State to study the Quileute tribe's living legends-how oral stories survive in modern teenage mouths. She's not here for trouble. She's here for truth. But trouble finds her anyway-in the form of a six-foot-five golden-eyed man built like a war god and smiling like sin. Emmett Cullen is everything she doesn't trust: too charming, too curious, and too present. Sunday doesn't fall easy, and she doesn't fall for pretty. Especially not when the whole town seems to hold its breath when he walks by. Then come the questions no one wants to answer. The stares. The tension. The forest that feels too quiet. The stories that sound too much like warnings. And the Cullens? They're not just a strange family-they're hiding something ancient. Something cold. Now Sunday's not just collecting legends. She's living one. And she's not sure whether to run-or start writing her own.