In a world burned down to its bones, love isn't a promise. It's survival. Kennedy Pearce and Daryl Dixon are two hardened souls bound by silence, loyalty, and something neither can name. When the world ended, they found each other. When it kept ending, they learned what it meant to lose. Now every glance carries a history, every touch a question: how do you hold onto love when everything else is built to fall apart? Their bond is raw, flawed, and undeniable, a connection forged in fire and tested by time. In a world where trust can kill you and hope feels dangerous, Kennedy and Daryl prove that some hearts still remember how to fight. • • • Daryl Dixon x Female OC Negan Smith x Female OC The Walking Dead (Seasons 3 - 11 + spin offs) Please note, this book does include Daryl eventually becoming a father. Additionally, after Season 11, the OC does get close to Negan physically/romantically.

Isabella had never really fit into the mold that her family was forcing her in. Luckily, she finds a place that accepts her as she is. However, she didn't expect it to be among a bunch of rowdy bikers. *** Isabella knew how her life would go - even if she didn't like it. Since the day she was born she had been shaped and squished into the role of the perfect high-society trophy girl. But the shoe never really fit. She was too curious, too clumsy, too nice. When she intercepts a flying coffee cup for a complete stranger, little did she know she would soon be staying with the city's infamous motorcycle club. And it seems the rowdy men have little intention of letting her go any time soon. Especially not their large, protective enforcer. And that is alright with Isabella. Home is where the heart is and she's lost hers in the Steel Rebels' club house. **** This is the first part of Isabella's and Knux's story and will be completed with "Hammer & Anvil (Steel Rebels MC #2)". ***** Fictive location. Mature scenes. Strong language. Past abuse (Trigger warnings in chapters)/PTSD. Violence. D/s (mainly bedroom, gentledom/sweetsub, light ddlg). Relates to "Neighbor cottage" but can be read independently. Word count: about 200 000 Original cover picture: https://unsplash.com/photos/DdPvyjLOeyA - Edit by noige22 Completed May 2023

I was taught from birth, through force, how to be perfect for him, how to obey everything he said, and how to be his devoted follower. I was being prepared to become his perfect wife. But when he came, he brought someone else with him, making me the happiest person, but not for long. He killed her in front of me just to show that now the place of his wife would only be mine-the place I never wanted. DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT SECTION AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Warnings but first of all I DO NOT CONTAIN RAPE IN MY STORIES.... Dark themes Obsession Forced relationships Manipulation Abuse Drama 18+ scenes But: Happy ending "The first few chapters can sometimes be brief, but not excessively so."

She's survived everything - except family. Grace has spent her life outrunning the past: a childhood of scars, the system that failed her, and an ex who nearly destroyed her. At twenty-four, she's finally free - until a DNA test reveals a half-sister she never knew, and an invitation to a town where blood runs thick and the rules are written in chrome and loyalty. Her brothers don't want her there. Their motorcycle club doesn't trust her. And Ash - tattooed, ice-eyed, and unreadable - keeps his distance. Until he doesn't. Because the moment Grace starts to matter, everything shifts. Tensions rise, threats surface, and Ash finds himself crossing lines he swore he wouldn't - especially for someone like her. She's survived the worst the world could throw at her. But in a place where trust is earned in bruises and belonging is paid for in blood, learning to be protected might be the one thing that breaks her. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Very slow burn - don't say I didn't warn you! But worth it, I promise. Enemies to lovers vibes. Intended for audiences 18+

Damien's head tilts slightly, then he turns toward me - slowly, purposefully, like a predator pivoting to a new prey. My pulse hammers against my throat. That grin of his blooms across his face, slow and wolfish. It looks wrong on him - or maybe it's just too right. "If you believe, even for a second, that your insult from earlier will go unanswered..." his voice drops to a near purr, "...you're in for a very rude awakening." My back finds the closed apartment door before I even realize I'm moving. The cool surface of the wood presses into my spine as his shadow swallows the light between us. I can't move. I can't speak. His frame fills my vision, his scent closing around me. He leans in, slow enough for me to feel each inch of air he steals. His breath fans across the bare skin at my neck. My eyelids flutter heavy and half-closed as I feel him inhale deeply, savoring me. He stops just shy of my ear - close enough that every nerve there screams for contact. "I wonder," he murmurs, voice like heat and smoke, "if you taste as good as you smell." He drags his breath across my neck, deliberately slow, like a fingertip tracing the edge of a blade. Each exhale scorches a trail down my skin until he's at my other ear. "Just you wait..." he says, quieter now, more dangerous, "...your punishment will be ten times as painful as this." She stalked him. He found her. Now obsession is a game neither can escape. Persephone's quiet life shatters when Damien Veylor-a tattooed hacker with a dangerous smile-discovers her secret. What begins as punishment ignites into something darker: control, desire, and a fire that could consume them both. She should run. But when the man you've only fantasized about finally looks back... running is the last thing you want to do.

She nodded solemnly. "With my girl charm and my pretty dress. But now I just feel like a hot pile of creamed corn." I dragged a hand over my face. "You need water. And sleep." "I need closure." "Sunshine..." "No," she said, standing straighter and stabbing a finger into my chest. "You don't get to look like that and make me feel feelings and then just go all mysterious and noble and disappear like a sexy hitman Batman." "Sexy hitman Batman?" "I had a lot of wine." "I noticed." ●・○・●・○・● She bakes cookies. He breaks bones. Everyone in the city fears mafia boss Dominic Moretti-everyone except Tessa Bloom, the relentlessly cheerful café owner next door to his front business. She calls him "Mr. Broody," brings him muffins he never asks for, and walks into his office like it's not occupied by a man who could have someone disappeared with a phone call. Dominic doesn't have time for distractions-especially not sweet, sunshine-eyed distractions with flour on their noses. But when Tessa finds herself tangled in the underworld he's spent a lifetime controlling, protecting her becomes more than a duty. It becomes personal. And suddenly, the most dangerous man in the city starts falling for the only woman who isn't afraid of him. ●・○・●・○・● Word count: 23,178 Top Rankings: 10.14.25 - #6 in Mafia

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

For over a century, humans have been forced into hiding from the galaxy. Arielle and her family were hidden for years until one day they were captured and taken, she was never supposed to survive let alone be found by the High Warlord Kairon. Kairon has conquered worlds, followed the Council's orders without question, and buried whatever humanity he had left a long time ago. That was until he came across a human for the first time captured and scared in a cell. And it changed everything he thought he knew about humans. What starts as survival slowly turns into obsession, and then into something far more dangerous. Because Arielle isn't just human, and the bond forming between them is forbidden, powerful, and capable of tearing empires apart. As secrets come to light and history starts repeating itself, they're forced to decide how much they're willing to burn to stay alive and stay together. A dark, slow-burn alien romance about power, fate, and a love that was never supposed to exist. Mature themes, explicit scenes, and violence throughout. ••••• 🥇 Ranked in Scifi Romance 🥈 Ranked in Fantasy Romance 🥉 Alien Romance

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

"I told you, baby girl." It's a silky reminder, the endearment making butterflies take off in my stomach. I swallow, and he tracks the movement. "You're mine. You don't get to decide when we're over." Silver Buchanan thought Ash Steele was out of her league. After a lifetime of feeling like she was never enough, she refuses to risk her heart and disappears without a word. She knows their connection wasn't real, and rather than wait for him to end things, she chooses to walk away in search of something she's always longed for: a home and a family. She's certain Ash won't care, knowing his club will always come first. Ash grew up in the MC life, watching his father destroy both his mother and the Dark Shadows. Now president of the club, he's determined that love has no place in his life-not while the club demands his full attention. But when Silver vanishes, he can't shake her from his mind. Their relationship was casual, but nothing about her is easy to forget. When their paths cross again, Ash is set on making her pay for walking away-no matter the cost. When danger threatens Silver's new life, Ash must decide whether he's ready to face his past, confront his feelings, and claim her for good-or let her go forever. This story is complete and free to read on Patreon or check out my FB group.