Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

Josephine "Jo" Barnes survived HYDRA. She survived being turned into a weapon. She survived fighting beside the Winter Soldier. What she didn't survive... was the Snap. Except she did. When the universe fractures during Thanos' snap, Jo doesn't return five years later like everyone else. She wakes up in a dark Gotham alley. Wrong universe. Wrong city. Wrong history. There are no Avengers here. No Wakanda. No Bucky. Josephine Barnes doesn't exist in this world. With no money, no identity, and no way home, Jo does what she's always done-adapt. She builds a life from nothing while secretly searching for a way back to the brother she refuses to abandon. But Gotham notices her. The Bat-Family grows curious about the sarcastic woman who fights like an assassin and disappears like smoke. She deflects their questions. They push harder. And when they finally uncover the truth-that she's from another universe, that HYDRA once called her Reaper-everything changes. Especially Jason Todd. He recognizes the way she moves. The way she watches doors. The way she pretends she doesn't care. Two former weapons. One broken city. When a portal home finally opens, Jo is forced to choose: Go back to the life she lost. Or stay in the one she built. Because sometimes you don't fall into another universe by accident. Sometimes you land exactly where you're meant to be.

Valeria Jackson has survived more than most people do in a lifetime. Two wars. Countless losses. A childhood traded for survival. With the world finally safe, she leaves behind everything she's ever known-the battlefields, the heartbreak, the ghosts that refuse to stay buried. Seeking something she's never truly had, Valeria disappears into Gotham, a city as bruised and restless as she is. It's not kind, it's not safe, but it's far from the people and memories that haunt her steps. But some battles never really end... they just follow you home. In a city built on crime, masks, and broken heroes, Valeria must decide who she wants to be: the girl shaped by war, or the woman strong enough to outlive it. Eventual Jason Todd x OC Disclaimer: All rights to anything outside of Valeria go to DC and Rick Riordan Not Edited Yet I have so many ideas I'm trying to get them all written down before I forget! I will edit it once the story is completed

The Siren Dangerous. Beautiful. Unreachable And like any Siren, she was to blame when men lost control. Book 2 in the Sports Car series

Ask anything of me, except to leave you. FORMULA ONE AU MAX VERSTAPPEN COVER BY @/SWAIIOWTAIL

Max Verstappen is a World Champion. Isabelle Leclerc is invisible. She watched her family give up everything for Charles' career-Arthur's karting, their father's savings, even her childhood horse. She understood. She never asked for more. But Max does. He notices the things no one else does, listens when no one else will, and puts her first in ways she never imagined. With him, she isn't an afterthought-she's a choice. And for the first time, she realizes she doesn't have to be invisible.

aria navarro is twenty-one years old, fast as hell, and ferociously determined to carve out her place in motogp without anyone - especially a man - claiming credit for her rise. max verstappen never asked to be dragged into her narrative. a three-time f1 world champion with a reputation for ice-cold focus, he becomes an accidental antagonist when the media decides he's taken aria under his wing. as their worlds collide and as her results climb, aria must fight not just the commentary but the creeping fear that maybe... just maybe... she's starting to care what he thinks. max verstappen x fem!oc

𓂃 ₊ ❝ and we would wear the same crown keep slowin' your heart down we are the gods now ❞ 𝜗 𝓲𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇꜱᴛ ᴄᴏʟʟɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ 𝓸𝓻... ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ.

Max exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he sank onto the edge of the couch. "You scared everyone today, you know that?" Viktoriya blinked at him, caught off guard by the raw honesty in his voice. She hadn't expected him to say that. She hadn't expected him to care. "I'm fine," she said automatically, wrapping her arms around herself. Max's expression darkened. "You passed out on the fucking track, Viktoriya." She flinched slightly, but before she could respond, he continued. "I got out of my car ready to rip your head off for that crash," he admitted, voice lower now. "And then I saw you, just lying there, and I swear to God, I..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if the words physically refused to come out. Childhood friends to rivals to lovers Posting a chapter every day!

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