"Du bist jetzt meins und ich teile meins nicht gern!"

Lissi war ein ganz normales Mädchen aus der 10 Klasse. Sie hatte gute Noten, einen Durchschnitt von 1,2 und wollte unbedingt Grundschullehrerin werden. Sie war sehr beliebt auf ihrer Schule. Jeder mochte sie. Ständig wurde sie auf Partys eingeladen, jedoch hasste sie Partys. Sie hatte eine tolle Familie, jedoch sprachen sie seitdem tot von Lissis jüngeren Geschwistern kaum miteinander. Lissi verstand das nicht. Jedoch war Lissi trotzdem glücklich mit ihrem Leben bis sie den jungen Mann kennenlernte. Sie verbrachten viel Zeit miteinander, bis er sie gegen ihren Willen bei ihm zuhause festhielt. "Bitte ich möchte nachhause, Dave" bettelte ich. "Wie sollst du mich nennen?" knurrte er wütend. "D-Daddy" stotterte ich. "Es tut mir leid Princess, aber du kannst nicht gehen. Und du hast eine Regel gebrochen dafür musst du bestraft werden." sagte er und streichelte sanft über meine Wange bevor er mich hoch hob und mich sanft küsste. "Bitte nicht,Daddy." flüsterte ich.

Mutter bestellt babysitter für Tochter weil sie in den Urlaub für 5 Wochen fliegt.

Kamari Black is known for two things at Forks, her being the wildest party girl in town and being related to the Black's. Kamari has never lived a normal life. Since she's one of the few in her family not capable of turning into a werewolf. She has always been lost within herself and that's why she is so reckless. Although everything changes when she meets Carlisle Cullen, the best Doctor in Forks. When she finds out his secret, everything changes forever... Begin- 07/20/25 Finish- 🥇#carlislelovestory

𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 natural enemies find themselves starved for the same thing. Carlisle Cullen / Paul Lahote x fem!oc. The Twilight Saga. 2025 © delphisrot

Born in the heart of fire and blood, Saera Velaryon, the eldest daughter and heir of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, was a child beloved beyond measure-a princess draped in adoration, raised to believe the Iron Throne was her birthright. The realm called her *Saera the Spoiled*, for she had never known a world where she was not treasured. But war does not spare even the most cherished. When the Dance of the Dragons erupts, the realm fractures between Black and Green. Prince Aemond Targaryen, the one-eyed rider of Vhagar, stands at the forefront of the war, a blade in the name of his mother, Queen Alicent Hightower, and his brother, King Aegon II. A warrior forged in anger, ruthless and unyielding, but was his sword ever truly theirs to start? Aemond harbors a secret-a devotion that undermines the very cause he supposedly fights for. For all his wrath and violence, his heart has been lost to Saera since childhood, bound to her by longing, by fate, by a love neither of them dared to name. When duty and desperation forced them into an marriage before the war broke, their union was meant to be a bridge between Green and Black, a political bond to quell animosity and resentment. But beneath the weight of war and betrayal, behind closed doors and whispered confessions, *love*-unyielding, undeniable-has already taken root. Their love is a treasonous thing, a flame burning between two sides sworn to destroy each other. And in the end, when the blood of kin stains the realm and dragons fall from the sky, Aemond must make a choice-his family or his wife, his crown or his heart. For what is duty when weighed against devotion? And what is a throne when set against love? _ "And then the storm broke, and the dragons danced."

Princess Saera Targaryen is everything Alicent prayed would never happen. To Prince Aegon, his sister has always been his best friend, his twin flame since childhood. But when adolescence blooms, and King's Landing becomes a playground for the King and Queen's neglected firstborns, scandal, desire, drama, and reckless pleasure become their daily ritual. Meanwhile, the realm whispers. "Saera the Second," as the smallfolk call her, moves through life in the Red Keep caught between her mother's shame and regret, her father's slow decay, the first threads of usurpation beginning to stir, the quiet comfort of Helaena's friendship, the sharp, unspoken tension with Aemond- -and the bond with Aegon that no one dares name, and no God could ever sanctify. And in the shadows, someone watches her closely, proud of everything she's becoming.

18+ Wer nicht so auf Daddykink steht sollte es nicht lesen und sonst viel spaß dabei :3

She was never meant to burn. But when Carlisle Cullen made the impossible choice to turn a dying girl, he didn't realize he was igniting something the world had never seen. Vivienne St. Claire was meant to die in 1974 - fragile, fevered, too human for a world at war. Instead, she woke in flames. A vampire unlike any other. Eyes still blue. Blood still bound to the sun. And a heart that never forgave the man who gave her eternity. She vanished. Decades passed. She tried to forget the Cullens. But the Cullens never forgot her. Until a new war rises, this time not from bombs, but from the volturi. And the only weapon strong enough to stop them is the girl Carlisle once called his daughter. Now Vivienne is back. With fire in her hands. Light in her veins. And a family she never asked for waiting in the ashes. What burns brighter - vengeance or the blood you share?