༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ "You really want me to shy away like I used to? Like your little mouse?" I pierce him with every word. The Darkling stares back and for a while the only thing that moves in the room are the shadows. "Alina, you misunderstand me. I have waited centuries for someone like you. Centuries, Alina, alone. I do not need to answer your question. You know what I want." Please don't say it, I think. "I want you to be my Queen, Alina." He pushes off from his chair and I shiver in my seat as he pauses by my side. The Darkling's hands find my chin and he holds my head tenderly with both hands. My power sparks at his touch like fire to kindling and I have to clench a hand in my dress skirt to keep control. He makes sure my gaze is entirely on him when he says, "And you know you will." I shake underneath the pressure of his words and he strokes my chin to calm me. Fine, but he has no idea what he is asking for. I shall be a queen, but not his. And he will regret the day he forced me back at his side like a dog. Aleksander, I think, bow. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ It starts with burst of light, like it did in the beginning. Every time a Sun Summoner dies, there is a burst of light. With every flashing death, Alina can feel a strong hum of power return to her. Fearing the loss of her new life, she sets out on a mission to the Little Palace with hopes her old friends could help her. Little does Alina know, a familiar shadow sits on the throne of Grisha. As a whirlwind of events sets her right back on square one, Alina makes a vital decision to change everything. Still, she finds herself teetering in the edge of letting the Darkling and her powers swallow her up. The Sun Summoner has grown and she can no longer be a saint. She has to be a queen. ༶•┈┈ ♛ ┈┈•༶ This is a Grisha trilogy fanfiction that takes place after Ruin and Rising. All rights belong to Leigh Bardugo. VERY SLOW BURN Darklina!

There were not many things that I knew much about but pain... Pain I knew. I understood it and its various types. Emotional pain as time dragged by, physical pain I felt when my mate had sex with another woman, when different men had come, nightly beatings, mental pain when he played tricks, when I realized no one from my pack was looking for me. Worse pain... knowing that I was here paying for another person's actions and my children were paying too. Yeah... I knew pain.

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[Now free to read!!] When she moves to a new town, all Loren wants is a fresh start. But things get complicated when she falls for Miles, the cute boy who wants to know her secret. ***** When Loren Reed moves to Westbrook all she wants is to put her past behind her. And she has a plan to do it: she'll get back into sewing, make some new friends, and pull her grades up. In short, she'll show her mom that she's not going to be a shut-in anymore, and that she's moved on from the tragic events of four years ago. The only problem? Miles Hanson, the cute football player who wants to know everything about her. As it turns out, Loren and Miles may have more in common with their pasts than they ever realized... [[word count: 90,000 - 100,000]] Trigger warning: This story mentions the death of a parent and sibling

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

Katie Holmes has faked her death and is now plunged into a world of survival, from running from criminals to solving cases, Katie has set up a new life in America, but when a very unexpected surprise emerges, she begins to question what other secrets are being hidden before her eyes, she returns home to find answers and her discoveries lead her to a clear passage to her past. The vague memories, The reason she lost her memory in the first place...and the reason why her mother slept with Jim Moriarty.

Katie Holmes has been Kidnapped, tortured and used in more ways then her mind can endure. James has decided he has 'Big plans' for her and there not good and at the same time plotting her biggest down fall. When things hit rock bottom a stranger picks up her pieces and puts her back together. The two reluctantly become fast friends. I stared at his lips and he started to lean in I felt myself leaning too. Our lips brushed off each other then I snapped. 'What am I doing' I quickly pushed him away and I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes but then he covered it. "We can't" I whispered. He nodded not surprised by my answer. "I just don't want you to get hurt" I mumbled under my breath.