She wasn't made for glass slippers. She was made for bruised knees, smeared mascara, and being told she's pretty with his hand around her throat. Kendra Knox was never anyone's princess. She grew up in a trailer with EBT cards, overdue bills, and a mother who treated her like competition. Fairytales weren't bedtime stories. They were lies people with money got to believe. Now she dances at Eden's Gate, wearing dollar store glitter and six-inch Pleasers, collecting rent one lap at a time. No carriage. No ball. Just blood, tears, and survival. Then he shows up. Not a prince. A problem. Marshall Mathers. Famous. Filthy. Untouchable. He doesn't ride a horse. He rolls up in a black Escalade, smells like smoke and sin, and looks at her like she's already his. He doesn't save her. He drags her into his world. A palace with no exits, a crown that cuts, and rooms that lock from the inside. He calls her beautiful while she's crying. Keeps her quiet with cash and attention that feels like violence. And she lets him. Because it's not love. It's not safety. But it's still better than going back to being nobody. This isn't a fairytale. It's a dirty one. And she wears her crown like a bruise.

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚?" 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐝. "𝐍𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬." 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 19, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐖𝐄, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬' 𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐩 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

Veronica "Vee" Mercer had a plan-a career in the music industry, a fiancé, a future that made sense. Then she walked in on him cheating, and just like that, everything was gone. With no job, no reputation, and no reason to stay sober, she moves to Detroit to crash with her best friend, thinking she'll figure shit out. Instead, she starts drinking too much, partying too hard, and slipping into a world she never thought she'd belong to. She wasn't trying to be a groupie. She swore she'd never be that girl. But after enough bad nights and worse decisions, somehow, that's exactly what she becomes. That's how she meets Marshall. Arrogant. Cold. Completely full of himself. He doesn't do attachments. He doesn't give a fuck. Women are distractions, leeches, nothing but trouble. And Vee? She plays the role-shows up, stays in his bed, but never acts like she needs him. Where other women fall at his feet, she doesn't give a shit. Where others wait on his calls, she ignores them. And suddenly? Marshall's the one losing it. When she's with someone else? He snaps. When she dodges his calls? He spirals. He swears he'd be so much better off without her. So why the fuck can't he let her go? A toxic, addictive push-and-pull love story built on obsession, arrogance, and the one girl who refuses to play by his rules.

Nicolette Ashford is America's sweetheart. Red carpet royalty. Raised to survive headlines without blinking. Until her fiancé knocks up the housekeeper and the story breaks before she even gets out from underneath him. She doesn't break down. She gets dressed. She disappears into a party she shouldn't be at and ends the night in Eminem's hotel room. It's reckless, loud and exactly what she needs. Until it turns into something she can't undo. She gets pregnant. She tracks him down and tells him, out of guilt, not need. Now Marshall knows. His manager knows. And the rest of the world? Still in the dark. For now. But secrets this loud don't stay quiet and Marshall's not the type to play it cool. What started as a one night stand spirals into full blown emotional warfare with a custody battle on the horizon and a baby neither of them expected to fight this hard for. They're not a couple, they're opposite, hell they're barely allies. But the damage is done, and when Letty can no longer hide the pregnancy from the vultures of the media world, the shit hits the fan, the fallout's enevitable. It's not a love story. It's a scandal with a spine and they're both too stubborn to quit. - Who's Your Daddy? is a gritty, emotionally sharp opposites-attract story about fame, fallout, and the one man who refuses to let her run. Set in 2004 at the peak of Eminem's reign, it's a raw, darkly funny deep dive into accidental parenthood, emotional warfare, and the kind of love that ruins you before it saves you.

In which, Bella Swan's younger sister Blair, is spiralling completely but has to pretend like she's fine for the sake of her sister spiralling too. Embry Call is the embodiment of sunshine and sweetness, a complete opposite of the girl he imprints on. But he's desperate to know her, to unravel Blair. Tropes; Grumpy x sunshine Forced proximity Nerdy guy, blunt girl

His ring. My stage. The match we never won. Part of the biggest pop girl group in the world, Val Solís and her four best friends are worldwide celebrities. Dominating the music charts and achieving immense success and fame, the Vixen Dolls are the biggest names in the industry. But once upon a time, Val lived her very own fairytale. Her ex husband is wrestling superstar Cody Rhodes. Together for eight years and married for six, Val was convinced they'd be together forever. Returning from tour early one night in hopes to surprise her husband... changing both their lives. And one phone call led her back to him.

| mini Happy Lowman x OC fic - COMPLETED | When you're stuck in a relationship where there seems to be no way out, you flee into your own little world to maintain your sanity. In Winter's case, it was Happy Lowman, her safe haven. A heated affair quickly formed, both unable to stay away from the other. What Winter didn't know was that Happy was also stuck in his marriage, which was just as dark as her own, for specific reasons. The question was; could they both free themselves from their partners' toxic clutches, be able to spend their first Christmas together in peace? If Christmas miracles really did exist, this would be the right time for one.

"That's it, moan my name like a fucking whore" he growls. "Oh my" she screams as she grips his hair as now he is licking it in most perfect way. She is now too close and Xavier nows it but he keeps sucking her harder. She rolls her eyee and arch her back as she release and Xavier taste all of it like he has been waiting for this. ............. "I know what you're hiding," he growled one night, pinning her against the wall. "And when I find out the truth, Rose, you'll wish you never stepped into my world." He wraps her throat with his one hand and caressing her thighs with another while smirking. ................. Rose was supposed to hate him. Xavier was the man who had ruined her life, the cold, ruthless mafia leader responsible for her family's murder. Her plan was simple: make him fall for her, betray him, and watch his empire crumble. But nothing about Xavier was simple. She should run, but it was too late. She was falling for the man she came to destroy. When revenge and desire collide, the price of betrayal might just be her heart-and her life.

Tony Montana had it all. He was the biggest, most powerful drug lord in all of Miami..but he was alone. He lost his wife, best friend and sister all in the snap of a finger. Granted a second chance at having it all after Sosa's poor attempt to get rid of him, Tony dedicated his time to make him pay for what he did to him. When the smoke cleared and the yayo rained, Tony was shocked to discover his discontent-figuring his enemies' demise would bring back his spark. With a newly found distaste for the business, he decides to go in a legitimate direction. But first,he reunites with the woman he should've had by his side all along... After all.. it was Fate.