Aurora Black gets sick and tired when her twin brother Jacob comes home with another black eye she decide to take matters into her own hands and confront his bully little did she know that the bully would be her future husband

Briar Swan has never belonged. A world-weary dancer with a sharp mind and a guarded heart, she arrives in Forks carrying shadows she won't share-and a fierce independence that keeps others at arm's length. While the town is small and familiar, the mysteries lurking beneath its rain-soaked streets feel anything but ordinary. When Briar meets Walker Cullen, a quietly enigmatic boy with eyes like a fading storm, the boundary between reality and legend begins to blur. His silence holds secrets deeper than the forest, and his presence stirs something in Briar's carefully controlled world-an unspoken melody only she can hear. As whispers of ancient myths grow louder, and danger coils in the edges of the everyday, Briar must navigate a fragile path between curiosity and caution. What is real-and what lies hidden beneath the surface of beauty, power, and desire? In a town where every secret has a scent, every shadow a story, Briar's journey is one of self-discovery, trust, and the delicate dance between predator and prey.

❝Every time I think about you, I touch myself. And what I mean by that is, I rub my temple because you're a fucking headache.❞ Nova Argent is used to running. New names. New towns. New lies. She doesn't know how she ended up in this world-or why the Volturi, an ancient vampire coven, are hunting her like a prize they're owed. All she knows is there's something inside her that should've never survived. Power. Rage. Something worse. Now she's in Forks, pretending to be normal. It would've worked... until she met Paul Lahote... Arrogant, infuriating, and way too close for comfort. She hates him. He pushes every button she has. But when the monsters come knocking, Paul might be the only one who sees the truth: Nova isn't human. She's a weapon. And someone is about to pull the trigger. 𝑷𝒂𝒖𝒍 𝑳𝒂𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒆 x OC #1 Jacobblack - October 5, 2025 #4 Twilight - September 26, 2025 #3 paullahote - November 8, 2025 #5 Quileute - November 8, 2025 #6 Imprint - November 13, 2025 #7 Paullahote - October 19, 2025 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ✔ 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭: 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ....

Each "chapter " is actually a one shot story about any of the Volturi kings or guards

When Damon breaks out of Stefan's confined basement he doesn't go to Vicki and the cemetery. Instead, he bites into something mysterious. Who knew there was an ocean loving creature Mystic Falls, Virginia? Elizaveta is the property of Madeline Michaelova. This fanfic talks about: suicide, child abuse, abuse in general, gore, torture, and violence.

Forks has never seen a vampire like her. Calista Mikaelson is chaos in heels. Jasper Hale might just be the calm that challenges her... or the fire that burns her whole world down. "You think you can save me?" "I don't want to save you. Just be around while you burn the world down." Jasper x Mikaelson OC | iloves1mba |

"𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖 𝑚𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟...𝑔𝑜𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟" 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕔𝕖 Rosalie hale x oc Pʀᴇ ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ- ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴘᴛ2 Gxɢ WARNING- ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇғ sᴛᴜғғ Started feb 14th 2021 Ended- March 3rd 2021 - new ending ... Started editing- 19th jan 2022 𝐹ɪɴɪsᴇᴅ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ-?

One vision. One visit. Forever changed. Eirlys will be uprooted from her life in the mountains and will have to navigate the difficult path of an imprint.

Stella doesn't mind being stared at. People usually are, once she starts talking to empty spaces or pausing mid-sentence to listen to something no one else can hear. She has always noticed things others miss, quiet footsteps with no bodies, voices that linger after goodbyes, the way certain places feel heavier than they should. Ghosts find her easily. She's learned to be kind about it. When one particularly polite spirit leads her to a hospital in Forks, Stella assumes it's just another small favor for the dead. Instead, she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who feels wrong in a way she can't quite explain. Dead yet alive, too calm, too still, yet strangely familiar to the spirits that follow her. As Stella drifts between conversations with the living and the dead, she begins to wonder why ghosts linger around him, why the moon seems brighter around him, and why being different suddenly feels like it might matter. A whimsical, quietly strange Twilight fanfiction about unseen worlds, gentle magic, and finding someone who understands the parts of you no one else notices.

(This is not my original story but I saw that it was deleted and then I found it on some website again and I thought it should be on here again so.....) (I don't own Harry Potter or Twilight)