√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞]

"O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention." -William Shakespeare MLB fanfic Black oc x Adrien/Chat Noir Highest Ranking 🥇 #1 in ladybug. 7.26.24 #1 in marinettebashing 7.26.24 #1 in blackoc 8.3.24 #1 in Adrien x OC. 8.26.24

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

In a world where most believed toxicity was necessary to go through in order to find real love, she brought it to him in the purest way possible. His Angel, the Obsession.

Have you ever wondered what happened after you die? Well, Lia didn't have to wonder. Reincarnation is a tricky thing when you remember your last life, it's especially tricky when you find yourself surrounded by vampires, even mated to a few of them. So this is my re-do of my first book. The thing had so many mistakes and bad writing it wasn't worth editing. I'm just re-doing the whole thing. I will leave the original up because by the end it will probably be very different from the original. This is a Mary Sue fic, if that isn't to your liking then please move on. I like writing what I like to read which are violent mary sure fics that make my control issues feel better for five seconds. Also hits me with all the feels kuxz the men are simply as shit, if that dousn't sound like something you will like, well, You have been warned.

"ℓινє fαѕт, ∂ιє уσυиg. вα∂ gιяℓѕ ∂σ ιт ωєℓℓ." Quotes: "𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦-" "𝐌𝐚𝐧, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚒𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐." "SHE TRIED TO KILL ME?!? OH I'M FINNA-"

At age 30, publications editor Kelsie Taylor is slowly losing hope in finding her fairytale romance. The stories of the women around her who experience abuse and heartbreak along with her own experiences have made her cautious about entering a relationship. Her dream of finding forever love as a young adult is yet to actualize because none of the suitors she encountered so far have made a striking first impression. "I know that with Jamaican men I might have to kiss a few frogs before I find a prince but right now mi feel like a only frog deh here. Most of dem nuh worth more than a hi," she says to a man she only had brief, casual interactions over the past few weeks. He chuckles at her disclosure. "Yuh mean yuh just nuh kiss di right frog yet. And why yuh feel like yuh need a prince or a knight? You are no damsel in distress. You don't need saving." She shrugs at his observation, not sure how to respond. "You just need to get out of your way. I can bet you have written off men with a lot of potential with just one glance. But people are multilayered. You have to peel back the surface to get a better look at what's underneath before writing off a person," he adds. His advice might be just what she needs to guide her past the hurt she's witnessed and take the leap of faith to find true love. ⚠️Trigger warning: This story contains acts of violence and sexual abuse.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝? 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠?" "𝐮𝐡, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which the quileute ancestors think they're funny by making the alpha's imprint a vampire

This book is only available till 15 june Get branded as a villain Wait for a brutal death? No, To save myself I have to seduce my final hope. I have to seduce The Knight Commander

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.