They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

ILYA LEVITSKY & MAYA SOKOLOV Do you know that urge to vanish, to simply cease to exist, not out of a desire for nothingness, but to spare others the burden you fear you've become? Yet, you hesitate, knowing that your disappearance might be the ultimate inconvenience-a role you've inadvertently perfected over a lifetime. Or do you know about the unsettling suspicion when you long for someone's affection, and they echo your sentiments, but a silent voice within you casts doubts. Perhaps they don't long for you, as you do for them? That's the turmoil I'm wading through, a maelstrom of emotions that's been brewing for some time. It's a deluge that overwhelms me daily, each breath a struggle. The faces of those I've inadvertently harmed seem to flicker in the shadows, their expressions unreadable. I'm yearning for redemption, to right my wrongs but the fear grips me-what if there is no absolution? Not because it doesn't exist, but because it's being withheld from me?

KNIGHTFALL "The King & His Knight" She was never meant to stand at his side. She was meant to fall behind, break quietly, fade unseen. But the King looked down- and he was the one who knelt. Now Serena Knight walks the halls of an elite London academy, quiet and bruised, trying to survive a world that never made space for girls like her. But Aiden King is still watching. Distant. Unfeeling. Unforgiving. And he remembers everything. Some stories begin with crowns. This one begins with surrender. Disclaimer: The world of [Royal Elite Series] belongs to Rina Kent, I only own my OCs and their plot. The world of "Fast and Furious" belongs to its creators, and I only own my OCs and their plot.

I always heard about timelines and alternate universes but they were just theories made by mad scientists until they weren't just theories. Until I woke up somewhere that was supposed to be in my books only and met someone who refused to show himself even in the books. how am I supposed to know him when even the writer doesn't know him??

God of Wrath meets the goddess of chaos.. what could go wrong!? YES, EVERYTHING ▪︎ Jeremy Volkov was having a normal night. As normal as it could be for a mafia prince in a club, peacefully having a drink. But then.. She came. Entering like a storm of chaos, wearing a black F1 bomber jacket, black ripped jeans, and combat boots. She sat in his booth like she fucking owned the place. Took his drink with that goddamn smirk. She challenged him like that. And who was she? She was Aristia King. The Queen speed of tracks and Aiden King's youngest. Jeremy Volkov was challenged and offended. In his own territory? He was gonna make her pay... Wrath + Chaos = 𝘙𝘢𝘨𝘦

❝you think Achilles was of impressive descent? touch me one more time❞ The one where King Edward IV is captivated by Charlotte Neville and their love has far-reaching consequences. For Charlotte had a place in Edward's heart no one could tear her from. For the two of them would have allowed the world to burn before they let go of one another. PART I OF ANTHEM OF THE SHE-WOLVES THE WHITE QUEEN EDWARD IV x OC

~ 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢, 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔪𝔞𝔡𝔢 ~ The year of our Lord 1467, and across the water France is a mere onlooker as England tears itself apart in the bloody cousins war until the Yorkist King Edward seeks allies, resulting in a treaty that aims for peace and promises to end the costly war waged by England against France for over a century. Hatred between the two countries runs deeper than the channel rarely separating them from each others throats but nevertheless the cunning King Louis accepts the pact sealed by the marriage of his eldest daughter, Princess Geneviève of France, to King Edward's youngest brother - Prince Richard, Duke of Gloucester. Haughty, vain, almost fanatical in her piety and trained to bear a crown, Geneviève has no love for her English neighbours and favours other candidates for her illustrious hand but nevertheless is thrust into the heart of the Wars of the Roses with few allies and a husband she quickly resents. Trapped in the land of the enemy where knives are readily drawn in the marriage bed, Geneviève must learn to survive using her beauty, wit and political guile to master the game of smoke and mirrors the English and French so love to play. Bound to the tumultuous heart of fifteenth century England, can Geneviève endure against the ever changing tide of the cousin's war and campaigns waged between wilful women with words no less sharp than their men's swords? How far is she willing to go for the power she craves, the position she believes God desires for her? And when rebellion rears its head against her new kin, which way will her loyalties lie and how long will they endure?

In which King Edward IV finds himself captivated by a woman he cannot have and no matter how many years pass or how hard he tries, he is unable to give up on their love. For she had a place in his heart no one else could have, a place not even his own wife was able to have. THE WHITE QUEEN BOOK ONE IN THE COUSIN'S WAR SERIES

A story of power, obsession, and the inevitable fall into darkness. --- DIMITRY ORLOV They call me the future Brigadier-the heir to the Orlov empire, the man who will rule with blood-stained hands and an iron will. I was raised in violence, trained to be ruthless, and taught that love is nothing but a weakness. I only love two women in my life-my mama and my little sister. No one else has ever mattered. No one else ever will. Until her. Evangelina Rhodes is too soft for my world, too fragile for my hands-a quiet little thing with big glasses, blonde hair, and a mind sharp enough to cut. She doesn't belong in the dark, but she keeps walking toward it. Toward me. She doesn't realize that the moment she stepped into my path, she became mine. And I don't let go. Not even when it destroys us both. --- EVANGELINA RHODES I grew up watching shadows move through the world. Some people control them. Some people run from them. I study them. Forensic science is my escape-logic, facts, evidence. It's easier to analyze bloodstains than the people who spill them. It's safer to look at the aftermath than to stand in the fire. But Dimitry Orlov is fire. He is a man built of silence and destruction, a ghost who leaves bodies in his wake and never looks back. He isn't just dangerous-he is the danger. And yet, when he looks at me, I don't see death. I see possession. I see the promise of ruin. And the terrifying part? I think I want it.

Vaughn Morozov X Jayden Adler Fanfiction. ☆☆☆ I don't fall in love. I haunt it. Jayden Adler was supposed to be a passing flicker-a star too distant to touch. We met by chance, then by choice, until I found myself orbiting him like gravity itself had a cruel sense of humor. I told myself I could watch. From the shadows. From a safe distance. But distance is a lie. His light seeped into my cracks, and now I see him everywhere-in the silence between my thoughts, in the spaces where my demons used to breathe. I was never meant to have him. Just to protect him from the rot of my world. But some stars aren't meant to be admired from afar. They're meant to be dragged into the dark and kept. ☆☆☆