WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK Highest Rank: #2 In Werewolf WARNING: NON CLICHE. "Move or I'll put soap in your eyes." I warned, as Ocean continued to block every step of mine. "You're the one who's in MY way... YOU move." He commanded with a hint of amusement in his voice. "If you don't move I'll nipple cripple you..." I threatened making him bring his arms up to cover his chest. "Why would you want to violate mine when I always take good care of yo-" I slapped my hand over his face before the word left his mouth. ---- A pack surrounded by tall walls. No one could come in, no one could get out. An Alpha notorious for using guns instead of claws. Why? No one knows. Since Naya first met Ocean, she knew he's been hiding something from her. What? She was dying to find out. After all, she was an Alpha herself. It was uncommon for two Alpha's to imprint on each other. But, nothing about Ocean and Naya was normal. They had extraordinary secrets and with extraordinary responsibilities. But they must figure out their purpose quickly, before time runs out. Before someone else much more powerful catches up to them. Someone who's been around for centuries. --- ~ Warning: This is a NON CLICHE story that doesn't normal werewolf trope on here. There are no rouges, no cliche packs or pack wars or crazy over brooding Alphas. This is a high fantasy werewolf novel. It will not follow the usual werewolf rules nor is it set in this world.~ Editor: Zoriey and Sweet_Lovexx

She fell through time into the arms of a legend-only to discover that love can be the most dangerous secret of all. Julia, a modern history student with a past she can't outrun, awakens in the court of Alexander the Great- as a Persian noble, trapped in a world of prophecy, power, and deception... and promised to a man she despises. As war brews and conspiracies tighten, she finds herself drawn to a brilliant warrior whose true identity could shatter everything. But in a palace where love is a liability and truth a death sentence, survival may come at the cost of her heart-and the man who holds it. Epic, emotional, and laced with danger-this is not just a journey through time, but through everything we fear to lose. What if your past and your future collided in another time? What if an unexpected love shattered every certainty you thought you had? Can love survive when the cost of silence is death-and the truth could collapse an empire?

Aphrodite was tasked to make Thanatos a beautiful, mortal wife. To sit along his throne in the underworld. She was made to appear a soft, delicate flower, so much love to share, and optimism no one really had. Thanatos is the personification of death. You know, the man in the dark hooded tunic with the scythe. A Greek god tasked to collect souls of the newly deceased and bring them to the underworld. He decided when their time was up, merely decided the fate of individuals. He is the son of Nyx, goddess of night, and the brother of Hypnos, God of sleep. However a soul so sweet didn't deserve to be there. Thanatos knew her purpose, watched over her since she had been born, his hard shell never deliberately expressing care for her. But at 25 Aphrodite confronted Thanatos to bring his betrothed to the underworld. He refused, but time was ticking, the people were growing impatient. It had to be done.

NASA officer, ex-military woman, and staunch feminist Andrea Taylor didn't expect to meet her death on a quiet Tuesday night at the hands of an inexperienced robber with a gun. Even less, she didn't expect to regain consciousness only a few minutes later beside a grumpy local writer. In the 18th century. What else is needed to make her journey more tumultuous than it already is? ✓A young aristocrat trying to make her his whether she likes it or not. ✓A generally grumpy journalist who seems too fun to taunt(she may or may not have feelings for him). ✓Four extremely protective older brothers. ✓Her anxiety flaring up at the wrong times. The icing on the cake- a treasonous plot unfolding in the background All while Andrea learns to navigate the world of 'Miss Imelda Danbury' with zero memories.

Once an award-winning chef with a flourishing food empire, Elena Valdez never imagined her life would end in tragedy-or begin again in another world. Reborn as Alaina, the Duchess of Aisenburg, Elena awakens in La Vita, a realm of magic, monsters, and rigid noble traditions. Trapped in an unfamiliar body and bound to a distant, intimidating duke through marriage, Alaina must learn to survive court life where whispers cut deeper than blades and trust is a luxury few can afford. With no allies and little warmth in her new home, Alaina turns to the one thing she knows best: cooking. Infusing her dishes with care, memory, and quiet passion, she begins to soften hostile servants, disarm rival noblewomen, and slowly bring life back into the cold halls of Aisenburg estate. As shared meals replace formal silence and the scent of warm bread and simmering sauces fills the mansion, an unexpected intimacy grows between Alaina and her husband. Each dish becomes a confession, each bite a promise-pulling them closer despite secrets, danger, and unspoken desire. [ WARNING! There will be a few chapters with graphic sex scenes. I will mark them as R-18 for those that want to skip. Otherwise, read at your own risk! ] NOTE: THIS IS VOLUME 1 of "My Lady Chef" .

After many heartbreaks and many losses, Aster Potter now has to go on a journey to the past to save her ancestors from the very man who is out to kill her. What better way to do it than to go back to the beginning, where their magic hadn't yet evolved, back to her ancestors Ragnar Lothbrok and Bjorn Ironside. AU- Historically incorrect. Ragnar never left

One look, that was all it took. Helena Potter looked up into Marcus Flint's brown eyes on the Hogwarts Express, and was lost. Follow Helena and Marcus as they navigate their feelings, and embark on a relationship that will change everything. AU. Fem!Harry. Grey!Harry. *This is inspired by my one-shot "A Winning Bet"*

Mother, let me tell you a secret Your flowers always died in my hands And I hated being the goddess of spring Something you could never understand And I know how you see me Your broken, corrupted child of light But mother, I wanted pomegranates and death I craved the cruel shadows of the night Mother, the god of the dead loves me He bows before me on his knees He offers me a crown of thorns And calls me his queen And maybe you did love me, mother But he loves me, darkness and all He knew that I was meant for more Than being your silly, fragile doll ---------- "Aren't you afraid of my darkness, cara mia?" Hades asked with mischief in his eyes. "No, mon cher." Persephone replied, "You haven't seen mine yet." OC x OC!Addams Wednesday @madebyrach , 2023

Practice makes perfect, and when you're fighting to be the best in your sport that is especially true. Ryder and Francesca are no exception. They are dedicated to their sport and refuse to let anything distracted. But when a scheduling conflict forces the two to share the ice, staying focused becomes just a little harder. TW// mentions to abuse & scenes of verbal abuse