"I CRAVED THE FLAMES, NOT JUST MERE WARMTH" Eighteen-year-old Justin Johnston lives a quiet, normal life with his mother, Kensley, in Sems... Until his mother meets and marries Richard Williams, a wealthy and selfless lawyer from Palm Beach. Justin finds hisself moving to Palm Beach, leaving his football team, his girlfriend, Maddie, and his best friend, Dylan, behind in Sems. When arriving in his new life of private school, and pool parties, he meets his new step-brother, Cole - a college student and seemingly the typical spoiled rich kid. Justin has no desire to get along with him, especially when he discover Cole's secret life of clandestine car racing and street fights. Not to mention, Justin has his own demons on his tail and he doesn't want Cole in any of them. But what the two don't account for is the powerful physical attraction between them - enough to turn their world upside down. Can love conquer the forbidden side of Palm Beach, or will Cole and Justin be swallowed by the demons in between them? IMPORANT!!!!!! THIS IS A PARODY OF "MY FAULT" BY MERCEDES RON, LINES AND STORYLINE ARE NOT MY IDEA AND I TAKE ZERO CREDIT!!!!!

This is an Amateur attempt to write a fanfic based off Legacy of Gods Series. All characters belong to Rina Kent and RinaVerse. JerCes Daughter x LanMia Son Aanya's POV: London has always been my sanctuary, where goodness shines despite my father's Bratva ties. Meeting Theodore Sokolov King upends everything. His unsettling charisma and our fathers' rivalry stir turmoil. His recent actions at a Bratva meeting raise questions. What does Theo want, and why disrupt our lives? As I navigate deceit, I must protect my family's honor and legacy, even if it means challenging my own principles. Theo's POV: London is my domain, where power and strategy shape destinies. As the future CEO of King Empires, I thrive on control and ambition, navigating both boardrooms and underworlds with precision. Then I met Aanya Volkov. Aanya embodies everything I've learned to disdain-innocence, kindness, and an unwavering belief in goodness. She challenges my carefully crafted image of darkness concealed behind a gentlemanly facade. Yet, her presence captivates me in ways I cannot ignore. The rivalry between our families, rooted in old grudges between my father Landon and her father Jeremy, only intensifies my fascination with Aanya. My recent maneuvers within the Bratva were calculated to unsettle Jeremy, but Aanya's resilience surprises me. Her defiance fuels my determination to unravel her secrets. I've mastered manipulation, but Aanya remains an enigma-a puzzle I'm driven to solve. She holds the key to a world I've kept at arm's length, where emotions blur the lines between right and wrong. As I tread this treacherous path, I must tread carefully, for Aanya Volkov is more than a mere pawn-she's a force that could either save me or lead to my downfall.

Normal was the goal. Fate brought fur and a punchline. Brayden's life is a chaotic mess with the appearance of a broodingly possessive Alpha Damien and one ridiculously inconvenient mate bond later. Lukewarm coffee is out and ancient pack laws are in. Brayden is having none of it, determined to resist this unwanted destiny with a full-scale sarcastic rebellion against this supernatural nonsense. Prepare for a darkly funny rom-com that gleefully claws its way out of the werewolf genre box. While Damien's possessiveness howls 'fated mate', Brayden's inner monologue is a laugh-out-loud revolt against any predetermined bond. His wit is sharp. His mate's teeth are sharper. Who bleeds first in this untamed romance? Excerpt: ''Dude! Let go!'' I yell, my voice muffled by the wall of flesh smashing my face. My one arm was still being held secure in the guy's grip and my other hand is now pinned to my side. Desperate to escape I resort to just wiggling my whole body, thrashing around to try and get loose. Instantly, I'm released and my anger comes back in full force. "You think you can file for harassment over a spilled drink!? Wait until I get a chance to talk to the police because holding me without my consent, against my will is actual harassment!" I yell at the man, trying to straighten my shirt.