#1 in Aaron Warner Amelia Pereira has always been a dreamer. Dreamer, fangirl, scholar, chronic over-thinker. She knows the story by heart: Juliette Ferrars, the girl who can't be touched. Aaron Warner, the cold tyrant with sad eyes and green rings. So, when reality hiccups and Amelia finds herself plopped- face first- onto the cold concrete of Sector 45, she's pretty sure she's hallucinating. Or dying. Or both. Unfortunately for her GPA-and possibly her lifespan-she's not dreaming. The soldiers are real. The guns are real. The stains on the walls? Very real. And standing in front of her, beautiful as a nightmare made of marble and secrets, is Aaron Warner himself-green eyes sharp enough to slice through every spoiler Amelia accidentally blurts out in a panic spiral. Trapped in a world she only ever adored from the safety of fanfiction and Pinterest edits, Amelia has to survive Warner's suspicion, Juliette's power, and the Reestablishment's cruelty-armed with nothing but her messy knowledge of plot points that haven't happened yet. He's not a sad boy on a page anymore. He's real. He's lethal. He can feel every terrified, fluttering emotion she has when she looks at him. And the closer Amelia drifts to the cold center of his empire, the more she realizes that loving him in fiction was easy. Loving him here is changing the story. TW: There are a few mentions of childhood physical abuse in this book DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK APART FROM THE OC. THIS IS A FANFICTION BASED ON THE SHATTER ME SERIES BY TAHAREH MAFI. Highest Rankings: #1 in Aaron Warner #1 in Kenji #1 in kishimoto #1 in Ignite Me #1 in Tahereh Mafi #1 in Aaron Warner Fanfic #4 in Dystopian

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.

𝐴𝑁 𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑌𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 | 𝑋𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝘅 𝑂𝐶 | 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑰𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ‼𝑆𝑃𝑂𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑅𝑆‼ Lila Morgan didn't expect to wake up after she jumped. And she definitely didn't expect to wake up in the world of Fourth Wing-the book that once kept her going through the darkest nights. But this isn't a dream. It's not fiction. And survival here demands more than knowledge of what's "supposed" to happen. Now living under the name Liora Emberveil, she tells herself this is a second chance. A chance to become someone stronger. Better. Someone worth something. She throws herself into the role of a fictional heroine; confident, brave, untouchable. But no matter how fast she runs, she can't outrun herself. Because the truth is: Lila didn't come here healed. She came here broken. She's anxious, self-destructive, and still carrying the weight of a life she didn't want to live. And the more she tries to control the story, the more it spirals. Every decision rewrites the future she thought she knew. Every connection threatens the mask she's carefully built. And when she catches the attention of Xaden Riorson-a man who sees too much-her carefully drawn lines begin to blur. If you're not who you were, and you're not who you pretend to be... then who are you? ⭐︎★If you enjoy this story on Wattpad but want options, it's also available on AO3! Feel free to check it out there to read, download, and support me on another platform. Thanks for being here, and happy reading!★⭐︎

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

Zyra Everhart remembers dying. What she doesn't expect is to wake up again-reborn in a world that shouldn't be real. A world she once watched unfold on a screen, now rewritten with her at its center. But she isn't just another face in the crowd. She is born into a family intertwined with the supernatural, her existence a ripple in a story she thought she knew. As she grows, memories of her past life clash with the reality of her new one, and she begins to notice the fractures-events unfolding differently, dangers lurking sooner than they should. Fate has given her a second chance, but at what cost? As ancient forces stir and old prophecies whisper of change, Zyra must uncover the reason she was brought here before the world she now calls home turns against her. Because in a place where the line between life and death is blurred, second chances often come with a price. Has been: 6th in #alternateuniverse 2nd in #elenagilbert 4th in #stefansalvatore

Sera Quinn has never fit the mold of a perfect witch. With her lilac hair, her bold laughter, and her flippant ways, she runs a thriving restaurant in Notting Hill where wizards and Muggles mingle without borders. But beneath her vibrant chaos lies a woman who knows what it means to lose, to heal, and to love without limits. When fate tangles her life with six of Slytherin's most infamous men - Draco, Blaise, Mattheo, Theo, Lorenzo, and Tom - and two Weasley twins, Fred and George, she is thrust into a world of desire, jealousy, and unbreakable bonds. They are shadows scarred by the past. She is fire burning too brightly to ignore. Together, they must decide: is love between one witch and eight men too dangerous, too sinful... or the only way they will ever be whole? A dark romance full of passion, healing, and devotion. One witch. Eight wolves. A bond that can't be broken. (All rights reserved. The rights of the characters and maybe some other stuff belong to J.K. Rowling, I'm only borrowing them for my story) ⚠️Contains polygamous, men on men, kinks and explicit s** scenes. Don't like it, don't read it! ❤️‍🔥

In her past life, she was an asset, a professional murder scene cleaner (or even the murderer if paid well) for underground syndicates. Blood didn't scare her, but a normal life? That was a luxury she never had time for. Then she died and reincarnated inside a peaceful Boys' Love novel she once binge-read while in hiding. As a quiet florist named Ruri in a background town, she enjoyed her boring new life. No gunshots, no messy cleanups, just tea, flowers, and watching the beautiful main bottom Elis seduce his harem of top-tier tops. All was well... Until the genre shifted. One sudden apocalyptic event later, the world was in chaos. People awakened strange abilities, beasts roamed the cities, and humanity was divided into powerful Sentinels and normal people. And Ruri? She turned out to be the first existing Guide, able to soothe, power-up or control, any Sentinel through her touch. Now every Sentinels wants her. And strangely... the BL bottom and his dreamy harem? They're looking at her now.

"A proposta do livro, é um Carlisle mais dark, totalmente louco pela mulher que ama, fazendo o possível e o impossível por ela." +18 Cᴀʀʟɪsʟᴇ Cᴜʟʟᴇɴ - Esta não é uma história sobre um vampiro. É a história de um homem. Um homem que passou quatrocentos anos a construir uma parede impenetrável à sua volta, tijolo por tijolo, com sangue frio e razão clínica. Um homem que se convenceu de que a luz do sol era apenas uma memória distante e que a escuridão era o seu único refúgio. Até ela. Grace Swan não chegou como uma tempestade. Chegou como um raio de sol a furar a escuridão de um dia nublado, suave, persistente. Ela não era sobrenatural. Era demasiado natural. Cheirava a vida, a terra molhada depois da chuva, a sonhos simples e à doce fragrância da pele quente sob o sol. Era tudo o que eu já não era, tudo o que eu pensei ter esquecido. E eu, como um tolo, como um homem faminto, achei que podia apenas... observá-la. Que podia saborear o seu aroma à distância, admirar a curva do seu pescoço quando ela ria, e depois voltar para a minha existência ordenada. Mas a fome é um senhor cruel. A primeira vez que a vi no hospital, com aquela roupa simples e os olhos castanhos cheios do medo e da coragem de quem sobrevive, algo dentro de mim estalou. A parede não caiu. Rachou. E por essa fenda, escapou tudo o que eu tinha mantido preso durante séculos: a solidão, o desejo, a posse selvagem e primitiva de um homem que vê algo que sabe que é seu, não por direito, mas por necessidade. Tornei-me um stalker. Um homem comum enlouquecido por uma mulher. Sua mulher. Escondi-me nas sombras, roubei momentos da sua privacidade. E com cada transgressão, cada mentira que contei para me aproximar a minha humanidade, podre e gloriosa, voltava a emergir. Esta história é sobre a beleza aterradora da obsessão. Sobre o que acontece quando um deus caído se ajoelha perante um humano mortal e descobre que, afinal, a sua maior força não