Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

Cold and numb, that's the only thing I've felt for the past 3 months. There's around 10 other humans here excluding myself and new ones come everyday. No one knows exactly where we are, all we know is that our worst nightmares are about to come true. ** I was once a carefree and extroverted girl that would just go with the flow and live in the moment. That was until the day they came out of existence and started to up rule the world. Now they control everything, most importantly the human race. Some call them monsters, some call them the demons sending, but they are the purebloods, the first vampires to be created. They're the ones that capture us and sell us off as their slaves. They are soulless creatures that couldn't give a damn about anyone but themselves and their every need. ** This is my story about how I, Miabella Nicole Arksin, became a slave to the most powerful pureblood, Ronan Pierre. *This is the first story I've written so sorry if there's a couple mistakes here and there I'll try my best to fix them and thanks for reading :-)*

"What are you doing here?" I gulped at the hoarse voice. Instead of replying, I stared at Maria's corpse lying on the floor. "You smell so sweet." I hear him speak licking his lips. He did next what I was being afraid of, he closed the remaining distance by stepping ahead and held my waist with one of his muscular arm while the other swept the hair to the side exposing my bare neck. I was scared to death. ________________♧♧♧_______________ In a world where humans and the supernaturals lived together, Elina's parents were killed by a mysterious vampire. She never knew why her parents were killed or what the killer wanted but the incident surely changed her perspective on vampires. She never trusted them. Searching for a job leads her to an opportunity to work at the royal palace in the kingdom of Veneton. What she doesn't know is that the king of the kingdom is a vampire and she's the mate he has been searching for centuries. But he doesn't know that Elina is his mate neither does she.... [THIS STORY IN ANY FORM ISN'T A FANFICTION OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES. ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE MY OWN ALONE.] ▪︎Unedited. To undergo major editing soon▪︎ Highest rank : #2 in Vampire on 22-7-2019 STARTED: 26th MARCH 2018

I am a 24 year old college student, studying at the University of Texas, who is currently doing volunteer work in Las Almas, Mexico. I'm studying to be an English major, and to get my end of the year credits, I have to do volunteer work in the rural villages in Mexico, for at lease six weeks. As I'm getting familiar with the area and the locals, I stop by a local flower shop, to add some decor to my makeshift classroom, and a dark beat up van, eerily creeps on by, with more cars following It, and masked individuals hop out if the cars, and unload bullets into the plaza, kicking over people and taking hostages. The sweet old lady behind the counter, ducks, and out of instinct, I run up, and try to block the door with whatever I can find, and I turn to her and try to calm her down. "We are going to be okay.." Trying to believe my own words, I hope she understands me, as I hold the door back, and i peep through the glass, trying to analyze the situation. There's so much going on, and even more people are arriving, in different cars and uniforms. The sounds of Spanish and breaking glass sound off from all over, and I put my fingers on my lips. "Shh.." as the sounds grew louder as they came closer. I hear English in the distance, and I get confused And I peep through the window, looking around, and they kick the door in, and I fly to the ground... What's going to happen next? Will she be saved? Or even captured. Who is this tall man in the distance? _____________________________________________ Author here! Everything is fictional of course, and the plot is thanks to my conversion with c.ai HAHAH I will be using profanity in the story and it will have some sexual themes, so be cautious while reading. I've recently replayed MWII so I will be using the characters and plot to the best of my ability, with a twist of my own. Thank you and enjoy my first book!

In a quiet apartment building, two neighbours lead seemingly different lives. One is a reserved lieutenant, shrouded in mystery and burdened by his past, while the other is you, a curious woman navigating the ups and downs of daily life. Though your interactions are sparse, with fleeting glances and near-missed opportunities for connection, you wondered if there was more to the man you called your neighbour. The days unfold and the distance between you both blurs, hinting at the potential for something deeper amidst the silence of your shared walls. (Afab reader) Much-needed note: When I say slowburn, I mean it. It's SLOWburn. If there was smut in this, I would have put a mature tag, but there is not, so don't read this just because you wanna read people smash. Began: 22-09-2024 Finished: 25-12-2024

Althea was dangerous. She wasn't particularly large or imposing, but once you heard the Whisper of her breath, it was too late. Her ability to sneak around without alerting others, as if melting into the shadows, it scared people. She was a cold, heartless killer, and nothing more. Or so she thought. She has always looked up at the sky, loving daytime, hating the darkness, the stars that watched her suffer. But one day she meets someone that makes her love the stars. -------------------------- Althea suddenly felt, more than saw a presence behind her. Before she could whip around, there was a harsh blow to the back of her head, and her vision sparked. she watched, mesmerized as fireworks exploded in her vision. Stars swam across her sight and she reached out for them, but just as she was about to touch them they danced away. The world became darker and darker. Her radio crackled again, and she could barely hear the words. It was all this death and destruction were miles away, her reality fading. She just barely heard her name being called from the garbled sounds of the communicator. The last thing she saw was a skull, glinting eerily in the dim light of the alley. -------------------------- NUMBER 2 IN GHOST NUMBER 1 IN SIMON RILEY NUMBER 2 IN SPY [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc/Reader] Unfinished!

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem OC. ❝I am rotten. How can you see the good in me?❞ 𝑺𝒄𝒚𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏, a tough and cold SAS soldier, haunted by the dark past and her demons. She's back on her tracks in Captain Price's team, to catch a dangerous threat: Vladimir Makarov. But the demons are still there, in her head, around her, in everything she sees or hears, in every moment. TF141 just want to let her feel comfortable around them, to welcome her in their small family, but all she can see is betrayal. Everywhere. She's a walking mystery, cold, reserved, tempting like a siren, and Simon can't help but feel tempted by her. [ The story follows MW3's storyline, missions, characters and cities are all taken from the game except for some changes and additions I did. ] INCLUDES: - SWEARING - MATURE CONTENTS - SMUT - VIOLENCE - ABUSE TW ⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ NUMBER 1# in cod NUMBER 2# in call of duty NUMBER 1# in Ghost NUMBER 1# in Simon Ghost Riley NUMBER 1# in Price NUMBER 1# in Soap

Rora Wells was one hell of a woman. A woman who left havoc and chaos wherever she went, and laughed Death in the face. That was until she met Simon Riley, who was like a cold, stone wall in the middle of the tornado she caused, unaffacted by anything and everything. But that was just the surface. Because Simon Riley learned soon enough why storms are named after people, because Rora Wells was a cold wrecking-havoc. [simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc]

With a threat growing in the shadows, Lieutenant Drew "Daisy" Farrell is sought out for TF141, an elite squad of soldiers trained to deal with the world's most serious threats. The transition onto the team goes smoothly, except for the animosity between her and her fellow task force Lieutenant. Despite the anger between them, Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley --the grumpy-ass, arrogant, rude, frustrating, control freak of a man-- manages to distract her with his coffee-colored eyes and sinful touches, leaving her cursing him in more ways than one. But as the target terrorist organization avoids their grasp, he shows her exactly what she can have if she simply listens. ⁂ For anyone else who is feral over Simon Riley and enemies to lovers, this is for you ;) This story contains a lot of smutty chapters, however, there is still plenty of plot to go along with it. Chapters will be noted if they have smut... in case you're curious... This story does NOT follow the video games, ie. Soap's not dead <3 CW: cannon level violence, swearing, explicit sex, threats and inuendoes referring to SA *Warnings will be posted at the top of chapters. Excerpt: He turned to her then, stepping close enough that he brushed against her knees. "Is it possible for you to keep your mouth shut?" he asked lowly. "What? Am I getting on your nerves?" His eyes narrowed at her. "You're gettin' close to an ass-chewing." "Can't handle a little banter, sir?" "You're insubordinate." "And you're sensitive." He let out a frustrated growl. It only served to encourage her. "You wanna take that thing off? It's hard to tell how you're feeling without seeing your face." A very obvious lie, especially when his eyes showed her everything she needed to know. He was pissed.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?