also known as: leo valdez is in love with another girl who's way out of his league... 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a daughter of aphrodite and a son of hephaestus try to prevent history from repeating. leo valdez x oc ___ #1 in leovaldez on 11.10.25 #1 in demigods on 11.10.25 #1 in percyjackson on 9.06.25 #1 in heroesofolympus on 8.31.25 #1 in pjohoo on 8.04.25 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: "primadonna - MARINA" 01:23 ━━━━●───── 03:42 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ :¨ ·.· ¨: '· . living life like i'm in a play, in the limelight i want to stay, i know i've got a big ego, i really don't know why it's such a big deal though... 🌷🐚🦢જ⁀➴ 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭 was absolutely stunning. like, jaw droppingly beautiful. of course, she knew it, just as everyone who met her knew it. blonde, shiny hair, crystalline blue eyes, sunkissed skin, she was the epitome of the "beauty standard." she's used to being underestimated, her intelligence dismissed in favour of her honey-coated looks, and her power ignored. deep down, she was sure that she'd never be truly loved - that no one would ever get past the perfection she was designed to embody. desirable, not lovable. 𝐥𝐞𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 was, well, not so stunning, if you asked him. he was kind of scrawny, and short, with curls he did not know how to take care of and usually dirty hands. he wasn't all that interesting, a background character in everyone else's epic. he had scars on his hands and his heart, convinced no one could ever really want him. he knew that love is for other people - people taller, stronger, better. it would probably end up like their parents. hephaestus, pining over a girl who would never love him back, aphrodite, who was repulsed by him, falling in love with the war god, ares. who could ever love leo, right? definitely not some

[Completed] [MATURE CONTENT / 18+] In which an escort agrees to be the third in a marriage that's hanging by a thread. You know our love would be tragic So you don't pay it, don't pay it no mind. We live with no lies, you're my favourite kind of night.

"Do you trust me?" He whispers against my ear, swaying his body with mine at the rhythm of the slow music. "No" I reply harshly. "Smart girl" he murmurs, trailing his hands along my sides as he rests his chin on my shoulder. His thumbs then begin to rub little circles at my hips, such slow movements that make my breath hitch feeling his touch through the thin material of my dress. "Why are you letting me do this then?" he asks, but he already knows the answer. "Because I want to believe your lies" //Jesse Knight is the best spy agent in her agency and when she is forced to go on a mission with a group of spies from London's most powerful organization, she finds out that the boy she randomly met in a coffee shop is a lot more dangerous than what she thinks he is. Will she be able to survive the tempting man she is forced to work with?\\ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @beckswrites1d I DO NOT ALLOW TRANSLATIONS! HAPPY READING! Started: 31/12/2022

in which joelle d'amore is completing her final semester of university in the grand city of los angeles, california. when she finds herself in the presence of harry styles, a piercing man with dangerous agendas, she is permeated with fear. she saw something she shouldn't have and now she's fucked. » He brushes my parted hair, tucking them behind my ears. I breathe in, surprised by the delicacy of his touch. Suddenly, I feel his thumbs trace underneath my jaw only to direct my head to tilt up. "Just because your fuck of a boyfriend couldn't appreciate you, doesn't mean nobody else would. If you think that, then you're full of shit." "I-I don't think that," I tell him and I can feel it getting harder to breathe in the elevator shaft. "Then what's the problem, angel?" He's asking, sliding his thumbs off my jaw to trail over my throat. I can feel his long fingers meet behind my neck. "Why are you comparing yourself to dolls for?" » [non-lowercase] This is a Harry Styles AU Fan Fiction with no ties to Harry Styles or the rest of the boys in One Direction. Story contains Mature and Explicit content. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mentions and/or descriptions of abuse, alcohol, assault, domestic violence, drugs, mental illness, sex, violence, and vulgar language. » #1 in HARRYSTYLES #1 in HARRYEDWARDSTYLES #1 in HARRY #1 in FINE #1 in LINE #1 in FINELINE #1 in DARK #1 in SEATTLE #1 in 1D » started jan. 20, 2021 completed aug. 1, 2022

I hate her, I hate her, I fucking hate her. If she died right now, I wouldn't care. My main concern would be how I would get my money for this stunt. I have not an ounce of a feeling for this girl in front of me, yet I can't move under her angry gaze. I wouldn't dare. "Fuck you." I whisper out a pitiful insult to get the last word. "Fuck you." She replies just as quietly, taking a deep inhale as she holds our eye contact. She grinds her jaw as she stays looking at me, eyes scanning over my face with a huff. I hold my same scowl, still not backing away from her. I'm stuck in my place, my face not even an inch away from hers. I don't know how it happened, who started it, or what, but before I know it, her lips are on mine and I'm shoving her body backwards into the shelf. - Aubrey Hart and Harry Styles, costars in the movie "Forbidden Connection", hate each other. On screen, they're happily in love and yearning for each other's touch. Outside of that, though, it's constant yelling and fighting between the two of them. There's never a second of peace. Harry goes too far with what he says and Aubrey claps back in an instant. They don't clash very well whatsoever. When they're offered a big paycheck for a PR relationship, will the forced closeness become a little too real? Will they start to grow an understanding for each other? It's like they all say... there's a fine line between love and hate. **MATURE CONTENT** HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in harrystyles #1 in louistomlinson #1 in zaynmalik #1 in liampayne STARTED JANUARY 2021 - COMPLETED JULY 2021

After a tragic accident that killed their best friends, two former lovers are forced to come together to raise the godchildren that they share. They can either find reconciliation and possibly rekindle what they once lost, or battle the next eighteen years only being known as the other parental figure to their godchildren. This story contains mature and explicit content // 18+