(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

Silenced by trauma, she returns to six brothers who blame her for their parents' death. Her voice stolen twice - by abuse and accusation. Can she break through their hatred without words?

In a world where most believed toxicity was necessary to go through in order to find real love, she brought it to him in the purest way possible. His Angel, the Obsession.

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

❝𝐖𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐧𝐨 𝐖𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧❞ In which Riven Therrow reunites with his past love, Finnick Odair, during the Quarter Quell. Finnick Odair x Male OC PRE! The Hunger Games - The Hunger Games: Catching Fire Started: 5/7/25

✦. ⊹ ˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : 🦷┆﹒ ▬▬▬ 🫀 ❝ 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ❞ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ꒰ ◞ 。 ᴛᴡɪʟɪɢʜᴛ⠀₊ ˚ 𖥔 ▮‧₊ ᵎᵎ 💌⋅ ˚✮ ❝ 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 ❞ . ⛧ ₊ ⊹ 🥀 . ˖ ♱ . ⛧ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ᯓ★ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛... after losing her sister, sibel perez is certain she's unfixable, nothing more then a broken shell of who she used to be... but emmett cullen is determined to prove her wrong 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 :: 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 # 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 # 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 @𝘵𝘪𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘴 ©-𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗱𝘅𝘀𝘁 ; 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱

"Someone's mother, someone's daughter. Holds your hands through plastic now, Doc I think she's crashing out. And some things you just can't speak about..." "Aviana Campbell, you've noticed her edge, I presume?" he waits for her to nod before continuing, "Capitol manufactured venom runs through her blood vessels from where a snake mutation bit her during her games." They watch as she throws cleaver after cleaver, each one with meticulous precision and brutal force. The projections pixelate almost rhythmically, one after another as she hits their abdomens and crania in turn. "Didn't she receive an antidote from a sponsor?" Katniss asks in confusion, she had watched snippets of the young girls games. Beetee hums, "Yes, the antidote prevented her from dying...the Capitol didn't bother to take away the side effects however. Hallucinations, voices in her head, anger. They've manipulated her perspective of reality to make her more entertaining...that girl has been groomed into the perfect Capitol weapon from the inside outwards." Pre Hunger Games - Mockingjay

"you're not as bad as i thought. not as cocky." "and you're not as much of a bitch as i thought" 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 in a fractured panem on the brink of rebellion, finnick odair and arabella winslow endure unimaginable loss and torment, clinging to hope for reunion. as love and loyalty are tested, both must navigate the capitol's cruelty and their own guilt, striving to protect those they hold dear while the war threatens to consume everything. 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 finnick odair x f!oc hunger games fic started: 20.10.24 finished: written by: @evelynwhittle17 2024

Layla Capulin was reaped at thirteen years old. A child of District 5 with no real chances of victory. How would she fare in this game of survival?