She disappeared at sixteen without a trace. In Mystic Falls, that kind of girl isn't forgotten-she's buried in silence. Now Odette Carolyn Beauchamp-Lockwood is back... and she's nothing like they remember. Beneath her sharp smiles and effortless charm lies something far more complicated than anyone could know. Secrets cling to her. Trouble follows her. And when she catches the attention of Klaus Mikaelson, curiosity turns into something far more dangerous. Klaus isn't the kind of man most survive. He chases and obsesses.. After all why wouldn't he? He finally found something familiar. Hiding inside Tyler Lockwood's older sister.

➽ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. [𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

"Look out the window at that storm My sister will be suspicious And your lips look delicious My brother will be there at the door Like waves on a tropical shore My maiden aunt's mind is vicious Gosh, your lips look delicious Well maybe just a half drink more Never such a blizzard before"~by Idina Menzel __________ Stefan's gaze dropped to her mouth, the space between them shrinking. "And if I am?" The words hung there, electric. She tilted her head, challenging. "Then stop holding back." He leaned in, hesitant at first, then sure, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that started soft-testing, warm-before deepening with a hunger that surprised them both.

Everyone thinks they know the story of Bella Swan - the quiet girl from Forks whose life was shaped by a broken marriage and a mother who never quite grew up. But there's a part of her story no one ever told, a missing piece that changes everything. When Renée ran off with baby Bella, she didn't leave alone. She left behind her younger sister, Andrea Higginbotham - responsible, steady, and everything Renée wasn't. Andrea stayed in Forks, helping Charlie pick up the pieces of a life that had fallen apart overnight. She was the one who answered the phone when something happened to Bella. She was the one who rushed to help when Renée wouldn't. And she was the one who stood beside Charlie long enough for him to realize the truth: He had married the wrong sister. Where Renée chased parties, Andrea built a life. Where Renée ran, Andrea stayed. And in the quiet town of Forks, grief slowly gave way to something gentler - a love story born from shared responsibility, late‑night conversations, and the fierce devotion they both felt for a little girl who deserved better. And because of Andrea, Bella's story doesn't unfold the way anyone remembers. With a stable home, a loving father, and a mother‑figure who actually shows up, Bella grows up safer, stronger, and far more prepared for the supernatural world waiting for her. This isn't just a retelling. It's the story of the woman who changed everything - the aunt who became a mother, the sister who became a partner, and the choice that rewrote Bella Swan's fate.

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

"I've been trying not to do this" he whispers, his voice rough and low. "So stop trying" I whisper back. And then he kisses me. His lips are soft but insistent, coaxing mine open, pulling me deeper into him. One of his hands tangles in my damp hair, his fingers threading through the strands, tilting my head back slightly so he can kiss me the way he wants to. The other hand stays at the small of my back, his palm splayed wide, anchoring me against him. Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. I lose all sense of time. All I know is the way his mouth moves against mine, the way his body curves into mine like it's always known the shape of me. The way his thumb traces lazy circles along my spine, sending shivers racing through my entire body. I kiss him back with everything I have, my hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him closer. "This kiss just sealed the deal. You're mine and only mine now, Grace" Benjamin's voice is low and rough like gravel and laced with something primal.

Betrayed by her husband and cast aside by the family she once protected, Diana dies a tragic death at the height of her success. But death is not the end. She awakens ten years in the past-back in the body of her sixteen-year-old self. This time, she will no longer be kind, obedient, or blind. With memories of betrayal burned into her soul, Diana returns to reclaim everything that was stolen from her-and make those who destroyed her life pay the price.

I died a Queen. I woke up a pawn. I'll end as a Goddess. They knew Elara as the timid, invisible daughter of a dying mafia house. They were wrong. Beneath the fragile mask lies Lavei Lapis-a ruthless Empress reborn with a taste for blood and a genius for glass-sharp strategy. To the four powerful men circling her, she is a prize to be claimed. To Lavei, they are merely weapons waiting to be used. In the underworld, you either kneel to the Queen... or you bleed under her heel. [ THE TEASER ] The office door clicked shut, leaving Lavei trapped between a desk and four predators. Raze's hands were hot as they slid up her thighs, pinning her against the wood. "I'm going to break that royal pride of yours," he rasped, his mouth inches from hers. "I'm going to make you beg for me." "Beg?" Lavei's laugh was a dark, silken blade. She reached out, her fingers tightening in Kael's tie to pull him into her space while Raze's grip tightened. "Look at yourselves. Your hearts are racing. Your breaths are shallow. You're already mine." She looked from Kael's dark obsession to Lucien's possessive glare, then to Adrian's pained hunger. "You don't want to own me," she whispered, arching her back as Raze's teeth grazed her neck. "You want to be ruined by me. So go ahead-touch me. But remember that every touch is a contract, and I'm the one who owns your souls."

Weekly Updates Ten years ago, Simon Bennett was the nerd everyone laughed at - especially her. Now he's a successful tech CEO, armed with confidence. When a delayed flight forces him face-to-face with the cheer captain who made his teenage years unbearable, he's ready for closure... not chemistry. She doesn't even recognise him. But as old memories unravel and hidden grief comes to light, a hilarious, awkward, slow-burn romance begins - proving that sometimes love shows up long after the final bell rings. A romantic comedy about second chances, healing, and falling for the last person you expected.

The Tyrant's Gentle Wife: The Unloved Queen They crowned her, dressed her in gold, and taught her how to kneel but they never taught her how to survive him. That, she learned alone. In the silence before his footsteps. In the fear that never left. There was no love in his hands, no kindness in his voice. Only control. Only cruelty. She was not a wife. She was something given... and things that are given can always be taken away. Some say tyrants can learn to love. Hers never did. And still... she survived him. But survival has a cost. Once, she had been soft. Gentle. The kind of woman who believed in kindness, who would have chosen love if it had ever been offered to her. That girl is gone now. In her place stands something colder something shaped by war, by pain, by years of learning that mercy is a weakness no one survives twice. She walked away from her throne and chose the battlefield instead, trading silk for steel, a crown for blood. And somewhere along the way, she stopped feeling until the only thing that made her feel alive again... was the sound of someone else's pain. Men whisper her name now. Not with admiration but with fear. Because she is no longer something to be pitied. She is something to be feared. And then he finds her. A man who does not look at her like she is broken. A man who does not flinch from what she has become. A man who does not try to control her, or cage her, or tame her. He simply stays. He is not a king... but he treats her like a queen. And that is what terrifies her the most. Because she does not know how to be that woman anymore. She does not know how to be gentle. Does not know how to trust. Does not know how to love.