Sloan. 17 years old. Billionaire. Mafia Queen. At the age of 2 Sloan was kidnapped from her family by her father's second in command and taken to Spain. He was psychotic and was obsessed with Sloan from birth. Till the age of 10 she experienced constant physical and verbal abuse. Sloan knew he was never her father, she never believed him even when he punished her for saying so. He died a slow death, killed by his enemies, leaving Sloan in foster care. Where she is immediately adopted by a man and woman, who have no real good intentions. They thought they could be push overs to the 10-year-old, but after 8 years of abuse she has had enough. She learns to fight, meeting people that become her first ever family, building her empire from the ground up. Becoming a name that people are afraid to mention. The D'Aboville's, left shattered after their daughter and sister is kidnapped from their home by a trusted mafia member. They've looked for years always coming up empty handed, until they get an anonymous call saying that the said trusted member was killed, but they heard nothing about their daughter. Thinking she died with him or long before, they call off their search. Only to get a call 7 years later saying that their long lost daughter was in fact very much alive. NOT EDITED and in dire need of it. DISCLAIMER: Strong language, sexual content and violence.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION

Atlas Magianima Black. Daughter of a famous Auror and an acclaimed Serial Killer, gifted with abilities far beyond her years, but, like most good things, there came a catch, one Atlas had been paying for since the day she was born. The name Magianima and the curse that came with it being just one. Basically, a Harry Potter rewrite but from an OC's point of view. Obviously, I don't own Harry Potter, and of course, she-who-must-not-be-named is the rightful owner. I just like to sh1tpost. POA ~ DH (Many, many, chapters ahead) Cover art by me.

"i'm just a kid and life is a nightmare" in which a very special 7 year old is sent to the ground among 99 criminals. will she survive? - || I DO NOT OWN THE 100, ALL RIGHTS GO TO KASS MORGAN, JASON ROTHENBERG AND THE CW|| ***THIS BOOK IS UNDER EDITING PLEASE IGNORE ALL THE SPELLING & GRAMMAR ERRORS, REWRITES WILL BE PUBLISHED BY SEASON***

we don't fight like men, we fight like gods sansa stark

❝ You were destined for great things, and I was always destined to follow you ❞ The gods tried their best to keep Coren Thorne and Daenerys Targaryen separated, but soulmates had a tendency to come back to one and other, no matter how long it took, and the world would burn in fire and ash when they did. QUEENS OF ETERNITY IV GAME OF THRONES AU - SEASON 1 - 8 © Imaginebooks

Living the disgrace of her grandfather, Xia's parents send her to the Fire Nation Captial to try to win favor with the Fire Lord. Little Xia is meant as the most recent playmate for Princess Azula, a very dangerous job. However, Xia matched Azula in her Firebending abilities, and the two become friendly rivals. Xia became famous for her yellow fire, not nearly as dangerously hot as Azula's blue fire, but a warmth that fuels Xia's will. Though Xia was close friends with Azula, Mai, and Ty Lee, she volunteered to accompany Zuko and Iroh on their hunt to find the Avatar. Calm and patient Xia became Zuko's new sparring partner, and Iroh's favorite Pai Sho challenger. "How can you be drinking tea at a time like this?!" Zuko demanded. I looked at him as if surprised by his stupidity, "because I do not particularly like cold tea." A laugh followed my statement and we both turned to Iroh, "you see, Prince Zuko. Xia knows that there are times to march forward, but there are also times to take a step back." "What does that even mean?" Zuko asked furiously. "It means that I take time to think," I replied gently. "Now, why don't we go and continue your quest for the Avatar?" *I update by book. So the first thirteen chapters are book one. Updates are very slow, but over ten chapters at a time.

Finally, Rhaenyra and Alicent have found something they both like, even love. Unfortunately, neither of them want to share her with the other one, so they both tried to have her on their sides so they could have her to themselves. Which side will she choose? Green or Black? Or will she choose something completely different. (All characters rightfully belong to George R.R Martin. Only the Oc are mine.)

𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐬. 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧, 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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