Amira Castania never expected to escape the slums, let alone earn a place at Valor Academy, the most feared and revered elemental university in the realm. With fire magic she barely controls and a past she refuses to talk about, she arrives ready to disappear into her studies. Then she meets Drax. Powerful. Untouchable. Infuriating. And her new worst obsession. Magic simmers in every corner of Valor, but so do lies. As Amira digs deeper, she uncovers a truth buried beneath the academy's polished stone walls, one that ties her fire to a destiny she never asked for. Enemies become allies. Allies become threats. And forbidden sparks become impossible to smother. Valor Academy is supposed to make her stronger. Instead, it might burn her alive. TRIGGER WARNINGS: • Parental substance abuse • Child neglect and unstable home environment • Bullying, harassment, and emotional manipulation • Gang violence and criminal activity • Verbal sexual harassment • Physical threats and intimidation • Childhood trauma and emotional distress • Classism and social inequality • Adoption themes • Strong language • Smut and spicy scenes (consensual adult content)

𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐷𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛. My name quite literally translates to "Born of Fire and Smoke", and I'm sure my parents thought it to be deep and beautiful when they named, except now, it was like a knife. Piercing me. Mocking me. Because I had burned out. There was no fire left within me to fight. And the smoke? That too was long gone. What remained were the ashes of a broken soul. Shattered beyond repair, or perhaps not? ☾︎ ☽︎ ☾︎☽︎ ☾︎☽︎ Kenna Duman was one of the many supernaturals in Mystic Falls although unlike the others, magic did not coarse her veins in any form. Instead she stole it from those who did have it. And however evil it may sound, that truly is the raw definition of a siphoner witch. 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬: 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. At least that's what had been instilled into Kenna's mind by the people in her life. She had once believed she was worthy of love. That no one deserved to weather the harsh winds of life alone. That naive mindset had left her mind the first time her parents (by documentation alone) had raised a hand on her. And it never returned, because the pain never stopped. At sixteen she got emancipated and thought she had left that life of torment behind but at seventeen she met 𝙝𝙞𝙢. Tyler Lockwood. A seemingly charming guy at first but what was that saying? All that glitters is not gold. It was foolish of her to believe that she could still be loved. Foolish for that naive mindset to have returned. But it did. And somehow, Kenna fell back into that cycle of pain. She didn't think it was possible for that fire to return. Who could kindle a fire without a spark? But then Klaus Mikaelson walked into her life and there it was. That spark. ☾︎ ☽︎ ☾︎☽︎ ☾︎☽︎

MJ thrives on her grudges - from the man who cut her in line once at the store, to her mother for dying. But her greatest grudge is against Steve Harrington, the first boy she ever loved. Back in Hawkins for the first time in three years, MJ is seemingly a different person. But the longer she stays, and as her world flips upside down, she can't help but soften for the town she once loved and the boy who broke her heart. and I doubt you ever think about the damage that you did / but I hold onto every detail like my life depends on it ---- steve harrington x femoc stranger things, season 2 #2 childhoodfriends - Dec. 2025

BAD TIMES | STEVE HARRINGTON ' bad time for a good time baby, a bad time. ' [summary inside] stranger things season 2-???? steve harrington x f!oc started: july 2019 ended: ???? (c) yksydnie || 2019

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #1 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 (REWRITTING) Publishing chapters as I rewrite them !! Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air . Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

First draft so it's very very rough!!!! Completed My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates. I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness. Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention. "Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl" My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds, "Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him. When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement. There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up. "I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none. Just his arrogance and lust. For me. "we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair. Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted. The hunt is on. "oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday" Book one of the "what we did do series" Dark romance/ reverse harem. Mature themes 🔞

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒, '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 °.────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────────. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, a slightly deranged woman is sent down with the rest of the Hundred to see if the earth is safe, but she only finds a new taste of insanity 𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, Verena Sloan a teen practically clinically insane just seems to fit in on Earth, and find love with a certain man. °.────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────────.° 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍' 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑, 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑, '𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 °.────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────────.° 𝗢𝗰 𝘅 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗺𝘆 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 °.────────⊹⊱✫⊰⊹────────.°

In which Sophie O'Neil is a ditzy cheerleader and Chase Davenport is the bionic nerd who falls hard. [seasons 1-4]

No way he'd look at her... right? 【tanngeriines】