"𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲." Despite her promising career in Paris Opera Ballet, Rosalee Fernsby returned to London following her father's death. Little did she know, she'll soon be ensnared by London's polarizing director - a man renowned for his artistic brilliance as well as his ample figure and cantankerous demeanour.

Ember DeLoughrey runs into a bit of bad luck when she encounters the infamous Joker amidst his escape from Arkham. Her luck improves when the man decides to spare her life, all thanks to a familiar paper plane necklace around her neck. Ledger Joker x Original Character {set six months after The Dark Knight} {completed} Copyright © 2017 by SweetFantasies/Ella Veyan

"I dream of songs that I will never sing. Never again." - Maelys Velaryon Maelys Velaryon is the daughter of Rhaenyra and Ser Harwin Strong. She is a princess with the purest of hearts, and the exact opposite of the rest of her family. Maelys does not wish to ride the largest dragon or be Queen. She only wishes to be a singer, a dream she would never be able to achieve as Princess.

Aemond Targaryen spent most of his life alone, being picked on by his own brothers and nephews constantly for being considered a "twat" or "freak", but not by his niece, Alyssa Arryn. Alyssa was his niece through his younger half sister, Princess Viserra Targaryen, and her husband, Lord Hubert Arryn. They were raised in two different parts of the world, never truly getting close, but she remained in his thoughts. She remained in his heart. One night he gets the courage to claim the almighty Vhagar for himself, but then horrors fill the caves of Driftmark...as well as the walls of the Eyrie. Horrors that would weaken House Targaryen for many, many years. Will the house of the dragon recover after such tragedies hit? Will Aemond be forever forced to only know Alyssa in his thoughts? Will Alyssa be strong enough to endure what the gods intend for her? ****A lot of OC's in this, and as usual High Valyrian dialogue is italicized**** ***This is my darkest story. I understand it might get a little too dark at times, but I will do my best to guide those that wanna skip those parts with my TW's so just remember. You were warned*** ***bring tissues. Y'all know I'm gonna make you cry***

"You will beg for me to fuck you." Aemond gripped Verena's jaw with one hand, pressing her wrist firmly to the bed, " I know you want to Verena and when you come to me, on your knees begging for me to touch you. To take you. I will sit there and laugh."

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

❝. Aemma Velaryon, the trueborn princess of Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, rider of Seafyre, true lady of the tides. Her veins are of salt and sea and she is to unify and bring peace to us all.❞ OC! Targaryen/Velaryon x Aemond Targaryen [I DO NOT OWN THE HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, ONLY AEMMA VELARYON AND HER STORYLINE] ©Elysiumreads

Enemies to lovers. OOC Rhaenyra ⚠️this was my first hotd fic so keep in mind some canon/universe details may be wrong and characters may act ooc because this fic helped me learn them to write them better. just a prior warning before you decide to dive in⚠️ First daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor, Naerys. A warrior, a student. A girl without a dragon. Second son of Alicent and Viserys, Aemond. A warrior, a student. A boy without a dragon. They hate each other. Pitted against tone another since the year they were born. Who's stronger, faster, smarter? But sometimes bitter hatred has a habit of turning into blossoming love. Sometimes isn't always. Will they burn as one? Or will a war suffocate them in the ashes? Book spoilers!!!!

"The marriage between the second daughter of King Viserys and his own brother, Prince Daemon, raised eyebrows upon its first announcement. Many assumed the match would echo the Rogue Prince's unfortunate first union with the late Lady Rhea, despite his wish for a Valyrian bride being, finally, fulfilled. It surprised all to see the intensity of Daemon's devotion to his second wife, a regard that would persist through a long and happy union between uncle and niece." - 'Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn * * * * * * * * The story of Prince Daemon Targaryen and his brother's second-born daughter, as told through the many terms of endearment he gives her.

"why would I choose one? I want them both, so I'll have them both. ask me again and I'll have one kill you. " "..." "you're dismissed." { in which the daughter of Rhaenyra bewitches the two Green princes and single-handedly makes History }