"Sweetheart, look at me." Michael grabbed my shoulders gently and I could feel him staring at me. I finally picked my head up and saw pure sadness in his eyes. My heart broke even more. "Please don't ever say that again. Please. I will always be here. Even years from now, you will still be mine. I will put a ring on your finger. And you will have my children. I don't see that with anyone else, just you. So please don't ever say we won't work. Even if we don't, we'll be friends until we eventually work on ourselves and find our way back to each other again. I love you so much, Ariana." 1987, the year of ups and downs for Michael and Ariana. Ariana finds herself in the best predicament she could ever be in. She's new to the show business world, Michael knows all the ins and outs. They cross paths and instantly form chemistry like no other. Despite all of the odds being against them, they physically and mentally cannot stay away from each other even if they tried.

"I-I never stopped loving you, you know..." I softly croak out, my eyes connected with the floor. "No matter how bad you hurt me, I just can't stop loving you, Michael." "I'm sorry for hurting you, Ariana. I really am. I know there's nothing that I can do to change what I did but I just can't stop loving you either." He inches closer to me. My eyes flutter and I'm still very woozy from chugging down all those mouthfuls of tequila but no amount of alcohol could get me as drunk as I feel when I'm with Michael. "I love you so much, it hurts." I admit while staring into Michael's chocolate brown orbs. He leans in so close to the point where if either of us made a move, we'd be kissing again. "I forgive you, Michael." I state. "For everything, I just want to move on, I just need you to let me love you." ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️- this story does contain smut, mature themes and language, if any of those trigger you, please do not read.

This is all about jude and cardan and there life after they were married and had....had kids?...maybe? XD(takes place after QoN)....And also what happened with Heather and Vivienne....This is for everyone who didnt want the series to end (including me this is why i'm writing this) and didnt get enough of jude and cardan.... NOTE: All these characters belong to the Folk of the Air series (The cruel Prince) and all belong to THE AMAZING HOLLY BLACK!!!....Thanks!!!

She was a young lady that was loved by everyone He was a drunk king that was hated by everyone But apparently they were match made in haven Their marriage was nothing more than a political arrangement, a union sealed by the demands of the crown, not the desires of the heart. To Aegon II, Alessandra was meant to be nothing more than a silent, dutiful young wife, a figure to stand at his side and little else. But from the moment she entered his life, she defied every expectation. With quiet strength and unwavering grace, she challenged him in ways no one dared. She became his greatest passion, the steady flame that tempered his recklessness and silenced the whispers that called him unfit to rule. Under her influence, the king the realm once scorned became a sovereign worth following, not because of his crown, but because of the woman who stood beside it. Yet the gods weave strange and dangerous threads. Alessandra's kindness, her beauty, and the warmth she offered so freely would ripple far beyond the man she vowed to love. And in the shadowed halls of the Red Keep, even a queen's light can cast shadows long enough to lead other hearts into darkness... Aegon II Targaryen X Alessandra (OC) *all the credits except for my oc's go to George R. R. Martin and Ryan Condal

A Naruto OC Fanfiction Series. 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗼 | a large fire that is dangerously out of control. In the Shinobi world, it's the survival of the fittest. The weak will die and the strong will survive. Clans can't be trusted, village elders corrupted and spies everywhere. It's a mess. At least, that's the way Aya sees it. The Shinobi world is confusing, but if her bubbly blond can handle it, why can't she? Pᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ: 31/08/2021 Fɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ: 15/10/2022

In the icy peaks of the north, Y/N Harukiba is the last daughter of a powerful clan-renowned for their rare kekkei genkai and mastery of medical ninjutsu. Raised with discipline, grace, and a sense of duty, she has always believed her life would remain within the mountains... until her clan is threatened by enemies, and her father makes a decision that will change everything. Bound by a political alliance, she must leave the only home she has ever known to marry the Fifth Kazekage of Sunagakure-Gaara, a boy feared as a jinchūriki, now a young leader respected by all. Thrown from snow into sand, from safety into the heart of a desert village, Y/N must navigate duty, survival, and the mysterious, guarded man she is promised to. But in a world of politics, power, and silent longing... can love bloom where frost meets desert?

The sea is vast and virtually endless, welcoming all those who wish to swim in it. Embracing all with its waves, bringing them sustainability and enrichment. Yes, the sea is merciless, and yet it is kind. One often forgets this. They will not forget the kindness of this sea. #2 Fanfiction #1 Oc #2 Naruto #1 Sakura All rights go to Masashi Kishimoto, I dont own Naruto, only some characters in the story. Please note that the cover art is not mine, but I did edit it a little! Published April 10, 2021 - December 24, 2021

Some neat facts and info about 5th editions races and sub races

Rosalina Perez was never meant to be the kind of girl people noticed. She was quieter than her sister. Softer. The kind of person who listened more than she spoke, who stayed out of things that didn't belong to her. And Nate Jacobs was something that definitely didn't belong to her. But the thing about being overlooked... is that people forget you're watching. And people forget to watch you... #1 in Nate 11/04/26 Nate Jacobs x Fem oc #2 in sydneysweeney 28/05/23 #3 in AlexaDemie 18/02/23 #5 in euphoria 08/09/21 #1 in sydneysweeney 01/07/22 #1 in lexiehoward 02/10/21 #14 in nate 10/09/21 #15 in cassiehoward 1/08/22

Princess Visera Targaryen is Prince Baelor's only daughter, born on Dragonstone with silver hair like a promise and a curse, grows adored, indulged, and spoiled so thoroughly the realm itself seems trained to kneel when she merely lifts her chin. She is all velvet insolence and laughing defiance, a storm in pearls who expects the world to be handed to her, until she meets the one prince who does not bend. Aerion is fire given flesh: proud, cruel, and hungry for reverence, the sort of dragon-boy who would rather break than yield, and in him Visera finds the only refusal sharp enough to feel like desire. When King Daeron binds them in betrothal against the furious warnings of Baelor and Maekar, it is meant as a remedy, two tempests married to cancel each other out, but the gods do not bless such logic. What follows is a marriage like a dagger-dance: venom and laughter, denial and demand, courtly scandal and private hunger, two bright disasters locked together while those who love them watch with dread, knowing the realm has just tied silk to wildfire... and sooner or later, everyone will smell the smoke.