𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔡𝔰 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔭 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔦𝔫. In the shadow of the Red Keep, beneath banners stitched with three-headed dragons, two children are born beneath the same cry. He is fire. She is ash and air. Prince Aerion Targaryen grows sharp-edged and brilliant, a creature of pride and fury. The court whispers early that there is something wrong in him - something too bright, too cruel, too hungry. They call him monstrous long before he earns the name. Princess Aerea is his twin - soft-voiced, silver-eyed, and deceptively fragile. The smallfolk call her little dove. They mistake her gentleness for weakness. They do not see how closely doves and dragons share the sky. Bound by blood, sharpened by grief, and haunted by a mother lost too soon, Aerion and Aerea grow into something dangerous - not merely siblings, not merely husband and wife, but two halves of a single, volatile flame. He burns for power. She burns for him. In a court ruled by duty and watched by gods who delight in cruelty, love becomes obsession, grief becomes madness, and devotion turns feral. The realm will remember Aerion as Brightflame. It will whisper that he was mad. But madness is rarely born alone. And when fire consumes everything it touches... It does not ask who it destroys.

╰┈➤ Blue spider lily, a captivating and somewhat mysterious flower, is a subject of both fascination and folklore. Lady Y/N helps maomao embarks on her journey at the rear palace, as the Lady of Beauty seeks for the truth. ▸Rated 15+ ᯓ★ Apothecary Diaries x f! reader ⚠︎TW: The story may contain sensitive topics. ➤ Note: I do not own the cover, credits to the owner. I can't find the original owner since I js found it on Pinterest

You were well known around the Red Light District that you lived in. With flourishing, silky hair and a beautiful body, men often desired to court you. Some thought you were a courtesan! However... You weren't. Not even in the slightest. You were secretly training to become the first female warrior. With your determination to take your elderly father and younger brother's place, you would use whatever was at your disposal so your family would survive. However, when you failed to take their place initially, you only ended up being sent to the Madam of the Verdigris to live with her and just find a place of your own. However, as you're suddenly kidnapped and brought in to the rear palace's inner court with Maomao by your side, and people start to grow infatuated with you... What will you do? Thank you for reading! 𝖣𝖨𝖲𝖢𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖬𝖤𝖱! 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗉𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖣𝗂𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 is not my property, all characters besides Y/N are not mine (Y/N is not mine because Reader is Y/N obvi).

In which 001 meets 000. The original one. "So what if I'm crazy? 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚." #001𝘹𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 #1 in Romance #1 in Stranger Things # 1 in 001 #1 in Henry Creel #1 in Alternate Universe #1 in selfinsert etc <33

A young girl was scrolling down the internet when she came across a Biography of "Princess Diana of Wales". She was so focused that she watched the whole video from the princess's birth until her death. Seeing her love for the people, she was truly a large loss... She died loving only her husband and the world, only for her to suffer and not receive the payback of the good deeds she did to them. "If only I could change that" said the girl as she laid down her bed. Not knowing that those words that came out of her mouth would be agreed by the Lord himself. Started: December 26, 2024 Published: February 10, 2025 Ended: March 23, 2025

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?

'𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐖𝐍,' '𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍' 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 I was raised with diamonds in my hair and a knife behind my back. Money was never my problem-people were. They called me porcelain: smooth, flawless, untouchable. But porcelain cracks. And I shattered. After a scandal that my mother buried with hush money and threats, I was shipped off to boarding school like last season's mistake. Now I'm back for senior year at Royal Elite-bored, bitter, and boiling beneath the surface. I'm not the sweet, shiny thing they remember. I'm chaos in couture. And I'm here to burn it all down. My former best friend barely looks me in the eye. My enemies smile with sharpened teeth. And Ronan Astor-golden boy, empire heir, and smug bastard-can't stop poking the bear. He thinks I'm just a spoiled brat with a temper. He doesn't know I've got a list. And he's on it. Let them play their games. I'll play to win. Because bored rich girls don't stay bored for long. We burn the whole damn board. 𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐍 Iris Hawthrone. Red hair, red nails, red flags. She's the girl they write warning labels about-untouchable, unbothered, and completely unpredictable. The last time she was here, she left a mess behind. Now she's back, all sharp stares and silk skirts, like nothing ever touched her. But I know better. She wants vengeance. I want her on her knees-preferably for me. We hate each other. That much is true. But hate has a thin line, and we're both really good at crossing it. She's fire. I'm gasoline. And we're about to make this place burn. Rated mature for violence. And smut scenes (𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 !! 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝑰

➤➤➤𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐎𝐂 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬➤➤➤ Reincarnation of Deception is a dark mafia romance and psychological thriller set in the gritty world of the New York Bratva. Adrian Volkov, a ruthless strategist haunted by his wife Lia's suicide, becomes obsessed with Olivia Rae, a 22-year-old pop star whose uncanny resemblance to Lia reignites his grief and desire. As Olivia's fame draws her into the Bratva's dangerous web of rival gangs and betrayals, their intense, volatile relationship blurs love and control. Packed with Gen Z humor, boomer wit, and suspense, this 18+ novel explores trauma, obsession, and redemption with mature themes, explicit content, and a cast of chaotic mafia figure