A Inkitt Original story- Juniper Hawkly doesn't fit in-not at school, not at home, and definitely not in a world that keeps telling her to grow up. After another hard day, she curls up beneath her blanket and makes a quiet wish, one whispered more to the stars than to anyone listening. When she wakes, she's somewhere else entirely. A field too green to be real. A sky too blue to be true. And far in the distance, a castle shining like something from a forgotten dream. But not everything in this strange kingdom is kind. Mistaken for something she's not, Juniper is swept into a world of rules, crowns, and quiet mysteries. Yet even in the cold stone walls of Castle Brynirr, there are soft places. Gentle voices. And perhaps... a reason she was brought here. Princess of Brynirr is a tender, timeless fantasy about finding comfort, discovering identity, and stepping into the magic of being exactly who you are-no matter how small you feel.

a girl, abandoned at birth, left to be raised by a teenage boy, who has had runs in with the law, raising his daughter to be same way. Only she is found out to be a little, having to suppress it puts them more at risk, with more charged.

A young girl, who had been avoiding classification for 11 months, eventually gets caught by her country's royal family.

Follow harper on her journey to navigate a safe space to heal... With the help of some caregivers of course! Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes Trigger warning ⚠️ mentions of self harm, blood, and injury.

it's an age regression story between y/n anddd lady dimitrescu butttt with a twist and my own time line bc why notttttt soooo yippyyyy the time line gana be in 2025 soooo I hope you like ittt Note : The cover is by mama 《wolfy》 Note: I loooooove my mama!!!!

Lady Dimitrescu and a little called Elara

Seventeen-year-old Aveline survives by being small and obedient....until the people meant to protect her fail completely. When her carefully controlled world collapses, two women step in and offer her something unfamiliar: safety, comfort, and love. **Content Warning** This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: * Child abuse (physical and emotional) * Child neglect and starvation * Domestic violence * Trauma and PTSD responses * Panic attacks and anxiety * Emotional manipulation and verbal abuse The story focuses on recovery, safety, and healing, but readers are encouraged to proceed with care and prioritize their well-being.

A frightened girl. Two patient women. A series of small, gentle moments that slowly stitch a family together. Chloe wanders into Victoria and Cassidy's lives selling cookies- but stays because, for the first time, someone notices she's not okay. A tender story of healing, boundaries, and love in unexpected places. Non sexual age regression story. Contains heavy themes

Her sigh was quiet, but heavy with something like disappointment. "You're far too stubborn for your own good." Before I could respond, she bent - and without warning, her arms were around me again. "Wait-! My Lady, please!" She lifts me up. One arm beneath my knees, the other steady behind my back. "Alcina-!" I squeaked, gripping her shoulder. She looked utterly unbothered. "If you refuse to rest on your own, then I will ensure it myself." She shifted her hold on me, placing me on her hip. We were halfway up the stairs before I realised what was happening. The other maids had stopped to stare, eyes wide. I put my face in Alcina's neck to hide myself as best as I could. "Oh no, oh no." Alcina chuckled. "Perhaps next time you'll listen when I tell you to stay in bed." Alcina said faint amusement curling in her voice. No character are mine except for Ella. This is based off of Resident Evil. (Photo from pinterest: @iamjacksonphotography)

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)