Aemyra Velaryon, the dark dreamer made of fire and blood. The daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the heir to the Iron Throne is sent to the North where all warmth is forgotten. She is sent with the mission to raise an army to rise up against the Greens and the Usurper King Aegon. While doing so she is getting to know the Wolf in the North, Lord Cregan Stark who she grows very fond of. All her life shes known fire, but she soon realizes not all dragons are made of fire, some are born from flames of ice. Together they will write the song of Ice & Fire. fem oc x cregan stark takes place during Dance of Dragons This fanfic is based on the show owned by HBO: House of The Dragon note: the images and gifs used in this book do not belong to me! i do not claim the images as my work i just use them as visuals for my story<3

Velvet Chains She stripped for tips. He stripped her soul bare. Serenity didn't choose this life - the late nights, the velvet stage, the way her boss pulls her into his office and uses her like he owns her. For two years, she's been the club's dirty little secret... dancing for strangers while being forced to please the man who signs her checks. She's beautiful. Broken. And numb to it all. Until he shows up. Luca Moretti. Italian. Powerful. The kind of man who doesn't take what's his - he claims it. And from the moment he watches her dance, Serenity isn't just a stripper anymore... she's his obsession. He doesn't care about rules. Doesn't care who her boss is. When he finds out the truth? He'll burn the whole damn club down just to feel her shake under him. He came for a show. He left with a woman. And a body count.

House of the dragon X Modern fem OC Dance of the dragon X Modern fem OC Princess Aeraella of House Targaryen, Second daughter of King Viserys I Targaryen and Queen Aemma Arryn, Younger sister to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, the Realm's Delight. Aeraella Targaryen- Not born to rule by flame, But to keep the world from burning.

──── ❝ 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚― 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙞 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 ❞ house of the dragon oc insert reincarnation fic various x female!oc reverse harem season 1 - season ? graphic descriptions of violence, incest, and sex mild ooc!characterization

Apricus Adjective Meaning: uncovered, exposed to the sun, sunny, growing in the sunshine The tale of the time when House Targaryen flourished under the sunlight.

My eyes narrow. "What do you want? If it's just to annoy me, I'd much rather go back to sleep." "Ah, ah, pet," he says. My breath hitches at the name. Pet. What happened to my actual name? He's the nice one. Playful grins matched with a wink here and there but that smile is absent as he moves his forefinger back and forth in a chastising manner. "You were given three days to settle in. Your bratty behavior will no longer be tolerated." I can't help how my hands travel back to the safety of my shirt. He snaps his fingers and points to the floor beside their feet. "Kneel." * I hated the new world. Years ago, vampires left the shadows to devour what little light humans had left to offer. They didn't want peace-they wanted power. When I was sixteen, the government and leaders of the old world were overthrown to make way for the new. My family, my future, my freedom...gone. I hated vampires. Until them. *** Please read the first part of this story titled 'Before You Read' to get a better idea of what this book entails. This is not a book suitable for everyone.

"Will you give yourself to me, Rosamund?" he asked, his hand moving down to support my neck and tilt my head up, his lips fanning over mine. "Yes, your Majesty," I breathed out. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Graceful, humble, pure, That is what Rosamond Bramwick was raised to be. Dutiful, obedient... silent. Always do what she is told, endure, even in hardships. Endure. even when faced with the most cruel people. Meek and at the mercy of men. Just be pretty and have a fertile womb and nothing more. Useless but beautiful. But beauty is a hundred times lethal if one knows how to use it. And how far will she fall to protect what she loves. "When he bends to my will, the rest will follow" ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Warning: This story is for 18+ readers for its sexual content, strong language, and violence. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Updates every Monday and Thursday ● Published on: 09/06/2024 ● Finished on:

She looks at him like he is her savior He looks at her as if she the delicate bud of a flower Together they are in a dance of the dandelion ----- Luelle Winters always had one thing on her mind. Ballet. Her dream was to get a scholarship to the royal ballet academy and become the next prima ballerina. All she ever wanted to do was to just live her simple life, but things take a turn when she meets him. Adrik Romanov. Adrik Romanov only ever knew hate, he only ever let his head lead him never his heart. But his plans of underground fighting for the rest of his life take a turn when he meets her. Luelle Winters. ----- They are complete opposites to each other. One harbors hate and the other love. Will their love transcend through all or will it crumble? ----- PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I APOLOGIZE

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

Bianca de Medici, the illegitimate daughter of Cosimo de Medici, was sent to the French court at the age of 7 to live under the protection of Queen Catherine de Medici. Raised as a companion to the Valois children, she quickly became entangled in the intricate world of politics, power, and loyalty at the French court. Nine years later, Bianca's friendship with the Dauphin, Francis, evolves into something far deeper-a love neither of them can deny. But duty and politics stand in their way. Francis is promised to Mary, Queen of Scots, in a union meant to secure the future of France, while Bianca is reminded of her place as an outsider in the royal world. The forces of courtly intrigue, familial expectations, and the ambitions of others conspire to keep them apart. As Bianca faces the painful reality of being torn from the man she loves, she must also grapple with the knowledge that Francis will soon marry another. Francis, too, is caught between his duty to the crown and his desire for Bianca, knowing that his heart belongs to her alone. Amid the glittering halls of the French court and the shadowy corridors of secret power, Bianca and Francis must decide whether their love is strong enough to defy the world-or if it will be consumed by the war between their hearts. Will they find a way to rewrite their destinies, or will their forbidden love lead to their downfall?