"They used to say Targaryens were closer to gods than to men, but they only said that because of our dragons. When the last dragon died, our House's glory died with it. Or so our ancestors, in their weakness, chose to believe. But the last dragon never died. It crawled inside our bloodline and slept. Now it's waking up. It's the itch beneath our skin, the voice in our skulls, our dreams at night, and the hard, scalding truth I feel when I'm inside of you. My dear sister. My mirror. My fucking altar of Fire and Blood. We shall be the rebirth of the House of the Dragon. You and I, Aerea- conflagrated into one being, meant for glory, since the moment of our birth."

Princess Daenora Targaryen was promised from a young age to her cousin Aerion Targaryen, a man feared by many. What began as an arranged marriage turned into a dark, passionate, and destructive romance. a song of ice and fire fandom ©The characters and universe in this story do not belong to me.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Archer Reyes loves Sirius Black. It's too bad his love is unrequited... or so he thinks! © wishfuithinking 2019-2025 sirius black x male!oc marauders era 16.12.2025 - #20 in harrypotterfanfiction

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

Rylee Jane Parker is a full time nurse after graduating college. That along with her four year long boyfriend Jacob, makes her believe that her life is about to fall into place with the thought of an engagement soon. But one night, she accidentally runs into the guy who changes her perspective on life, her relationship and how she feels. And Jaxton Rutledge is the answer. ____ I go to pull away and he loses his balance on his boot and falls back into the rolling chair as I fall onto his lap laughing. "Don't start trying to kill me Jax" I laugh falling into his chest as he keeps his arms around my waist laughing himself. "Ry" he whispers. I'm sitting on his thighs straddling him and in such and intimate position when he stares into my eyes with his bright blue ones. I lean closer to him without even realizing what's going on as he grabs my face in his hand. It feels so good that my belly dances and my stomach clinches around him. I don't know why I can't stop but I move my hands to hold both sides of his neck when his lips seal down on mine. And sparks and fireworks go off in my stomach when we finally kiss each other, fiercely. I feel his lips moving with mine as he slips his tongue into my mouth and moves his hands gripping my thighs and pulling me closer to him. I rub his neck as I move my lips enjoying this feeling so much. We both know that we've wanted to do this for days and it feels so damn good.

"You could tell me you love me a million times over, but them words don't hold no weight in my heart till you show me. Show me you love me, and you can have all of me." cover by: @britxcvi

"If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be; Baby, just let it be" Book 1 in the Meant To Be series *Season 8 Rights to the Supernatural writers minus my character.

As soon as he looked into her grey eyes he knew she was the one, but what happens when the girl he used to be obsessed with suddenly realises what she's missing by letting him go this book those not belong to me it belongs to LittleLowe from fanfiction.net https://m.fanfiction.net/u/3359070/