He should hate her...much more than he hates Sorrengail. But something about her was fascinating. Artemis Melgren is everything Xaden Riorson isn't - soft, gentle and kind. But her past has made her lethal. Her father makes her a threat. And yet...he can't seem to stay away. Especially after watching her all but sprint back onto the parapet in order to save her best friend. Xaden Riorson x OC All characters and settings belong to Rebecca Yarros, apart from my OC.

Elara Sorrengail has always been the rebellion's favorite sunshine girl. Born Tyrrish, raised between Aretia and the Navarre, she grew up with three dangerous boys at her side-Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis, and Xaden Riorson. One of the was her best friend. Two of them became her lovers. One of them graduated and became her secret husband. But when the rebellion fell, Elara was torn away from them all. Now she's back at Basgiath, marked, deadly, and done hiding. Her arrival sparks a storm: -Xaden is the Wing Leader who can't afford to break. -Garrick is the second-in-command who still bleeds for her. -Bodhi, her best friend, and chaotic other half. -Violet, her cousin, bonds the dragon whose mate belongs to Xaden... which means Elara's husband has to protect Violet to protect the dragons. (Yeah. Awkward is an understatement.) But Elara didn't come to Basgiath to play nice. She came to reclaim her men, survive the parapet, and earn her place in the Riders Quadrant-not as a Sorrengail, but as a Riorson. And when her signet awakens? It's stronger than anyone expected. Stronger than Violet. Stronger than Xaden. Stronger than Basgiath is ready for. Powerful enough to expose secrets...and destroy anyone who threatens the people she loves. War is coming. Dragons are choosing sides.

I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THIS, I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME.. 'I KNOW, BUT NOW YOU HAVE A CHOICE TO MAKE..' I DON'T WANT TO CHOOSE..I LOSE BOTH WAYS.. --- frag·ile /ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/ adjective 1. easily broken or damaged. "Before there was a dangerous woman, there was a fragile girl." --- ( OC x FINNICK ODAIR ) { PRE-HUNGER GAMES } [ BOOK 1 OF DANGEROUS WOMAN DUOLOGY ] --- { STARTED : JULY 14, 2020 - ENDED : May 12, 2024 } +Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN any part of The Hunger Games Saga ( I wish I did.. ), its plot, lines, or it's characters. I do, however OWN MY characters and every single one of their stupid jokes, so PLEASE don't steal my stuff. WARNING: (medium) swearing, gore, blood, torture, death and ( mentions of ) PTSD, alcohol use, and drug use.

Lana Haylin winner of the 66th hunger games, everybody knows her as the Shadow, but that's just a mask, she hates the name what it brings with it, but one boy can always seem to see behind the mask. Can he safe her from her own demons, or would he fall trying? The hungers Games don't belong to me, they belong to Suzanne Collins only Lana Haylin is mine and her storyline. Smut is in there if you can't handle it, maybe you should leave because there's also lot of cuss words and gruesome deaths in it

★ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘, ⋆｡˚ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑴𝑼𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 ━━━ ❝my dear watson, there's very little i wouldn't do for you.❞ - Bailey Swan ❪ 𝙥𝙖𝙪𝙡 𝙡𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙚 x 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚!𝙤𝙘 ❫ ─── © divinedutchess ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. book three | ongoing ──────

Antinous is destined to die. Envied by the gods and despised by his rivals, the Greek youth from Bithynia is the most beautiful boy in the Roman Empire, summoned to the Eternal City where the emperor, Hadrian, makes him his lover. Just when Antinous thinks he has outrun destiny, he meets Leonides, a bold young soldier who conquers his heart. He desires the soldier but belongs to the emperor. If he gives in to temptation it may cost them their lives. His rivals are always talking and the gods always watching.

Death. A terrifying concept. But what about when YOU are Death? Is it still so scary of a thing, or does it mellow out now that you are the one cursed to replace the old Death. You had been around in the Dark Ages, replacing the old Death, and working alongside the Boogeyman, but you never liked Pitch -his more recent name-. You never killed for fun, but for the dead ones. Pitch saw it as striking down anyone you wanted, which you could, but wouldn't. You never spoke a single word to Pitch, so he grew to believe you were a mute Death.

Four years ago, Natalia Moretti disappeared. No goodbye. No explanation. Just silence. Once the youngest princess of the Italian mafia, Natalia was raised to obey-to smile, to submit, to accept a future chosen for her. Instead, she chose herself. Now she's back in New York. Her parents are gone. Her brothers rule the Moretti empire. And the boy she once loved-the one who thought she betrayed him-has become a man shaped by power, pride, and unfinished heartbreak. Natalia returns different. Stronger. Untouchable in ways no one expects. She's built a life of her own, far from the shadows she was born into-and she carries a secret that could change everything. As old feelings resurface and fate pulls her back into the orbit of the man she never forgot, Natalia must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk again. Because love in their world is never simple. And some secrets aren't just dangerous- They're legacy-changing. Heir of Silence is a slow-burn mafia romance about first love, second chances, and the quiet strength it takes to protect what matters most-when the whole world is watching.

×Mature× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.