Livingston Maeve Rhodes-better known as Livy-spent years believing her life would be short. Cancer rewired her. Made her louder, sharper, and far less patient with bullshit. The day her scans finally come back clean, the world doesn't slow down-it explodes. And in the middle of that chaos, Livy meets Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, a man held together by caffeine, cynicism, and emotional avoidance. What begins as one reckless night turns into something neither of them planned for. Because Livy didn't survive cancer just to play it safe-and Robby doesn't realize yet that the woman who isn't afraid of dying might be the one thing that finally scares him. A story about survival, gallows humor, chosen family, and what happens when you stop bracing for the end.

When Dr. Daniella Vale leaves behind the sun-soaked life she once shared with her unfaithful husband, she trades California warmth for Pittsburgh steel. Determined, brilliant, and newly free, she steps into The Pitt-one of the busiest trauma centers in the country-with a single promise to herself: never shrink again. What she doesn't expect is him. Dr. Jack Abbot is a legend in trauma surgery-cold, relentless, impossible to impress, and infamous for keeping the world at arm's length. Fellows fear him. Nurses respect him. Residents avoid him. But when Daniella arrives with sharp skill and a quiet fire in her eyes, the man who has forgotten how to feel finds himself... noticing. She's sunshine with edges. He's winter with a heartbeat. Thrown together in a world where every second matters, Daniella becomes the only person capable of softening Jack's defenses-and the one woman he knows he shouldn't want. She's younger, freshly healed, and far too bright for a man who's convinced his heart is past saving. But in The Pitt, where life and death collide, even steel can bend. And sometimes, the coldest hearts warm first.

The heart of a Targaryen was said to be one dipped in fire and blood. They ruled the skies with their dragons, danced through the flames of death and controlled the direction of the wind. All from an Iron throne. Rhaella Targaryen was the youngest daughter of King Viserys and Queen consort Alicent Hightower. She was cunning and calculating, knowing how to slither her way out of the situations she often found herself in. Visions and prophecies were both a curse and a blessing for the princess, and when the dragons began to dance she used them as motive for every action and sin she committed. First completed writing March 2023

A transplant patient and the doctor who refused to give up on her form a bond in the spaces between heartbeats and monitor beeps. Bound by ethical lines and unspoken restraint, their connection lingers long after she leaves the hospital. When they meet again months later, both changed by survival and loss, they discover that some people are stitched into you deeper than scars.

Dr Margot Hadley, Emergency Medicine Fellow, has slept with her Attending, and now she is sure her life is ending. But he never works this day, so she should be safe for her twelve-hour shift. Except, of course, life is never that easy. [ The Pitt ] [ Dr Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Female OC ] [cover by @/VlCEROY] [ completed ]

Opia (n.) - The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye <===============> Charlie moved on fairly quickly after his and Renée's nasty divorce. As he should. He continued on with his life, happy with his wife and youngest daughter, and in peace for a long time. But that peace ends when Charlie's eldest daughter, Isabella "Bella" Swan moves to Forks. Now, they have to deal with the Cullens, other power-hungry or just hungry vampires, and a girl who obsesses over immortality and a love triangle. Let's see how this goes for them, shall we?

Davina Targaryen was too tempting not to fall for. 🐉 "We had a beautiful magic love affair." ⚔️ Most characters belong to GRRM Any mature content is between consenting characters

She was never meant to be noticed. For three seasons, Cecily Featherington has played her part-smiling when required, curtsying when expected, and pretending she doesn't hear the whispers that call her forgettable. But when she vows this season will be her last, fate takes an unexpected turn. He was never meant to fall. Viscount Anthony Bridgerton is the model of propriety-until she walks into the room. With paint on her hands and wit sharper than any gentleman's, Cecily defies every rule he's built his life upon. She is the one woman who unsettles him, challenges him, and makes him question everything he thought he wanted. What begins as rivalry and restraint turns into stolen glances, near confessions, and nights spent wondering if love can survive the weight of reputation. Because in a world where every feeling is a scandal, and every choice has a consequence, Cecily and Anthony's connection is anything but proper. It's fierce. It's forbidden. And it's utterly, irrevocably, out of the ordinary. -- Pre Bridgerton Series - Anthony Bridgerton x Cecily Featherington Standalone Cecily is my creation, and I own all rights to her. The Bridgerton books are owned by Julia Quinn, and the tv series is owned by Shondaland and Netflix.

Being marked is a curse. Being a Riorson? A death sentence. Verena Riorson-sister to Xaden Riorson, daughter of Fen Riorson, the kingdom's most hated traitor-wasn't raised, she was reforged. Life didn't just shove her down-it beat her bloody and taught her to crawl in silence. Mercy? That word died the day her father did. After the execution, she wasn't fostered with a kind family like the others. No, the kingdom handed her over to the Velmires-a family that worshipped loyalty and burned hatred into the bones of every Marked child they touched. They didn't just punish her for her bloodline. They broke her for it. Rebuilt her into a weapon so sharp, even the gods would flinch. She begged once. Covered in blood, trembling on her knees, she whispered for mercy. The Velmires taught her what a mistake that was. She never asked again. Now she wears her scars like armor. Each mark carved into her back is proof that she survived the kind of hell no one walked out of whole. And Xaden? Her beloved older brother? He never came. Never searched. Never cared. Not until it was too late. The little sister he remembered-the kind-hearted, bright-eyed girl who clung to his hand-is long dead. In her place stands something else. Something colder. Stronger. Unforgiving. She's done hiding the monster they created. Done pretending the fire inside her wasn't born to burn kingdoms down. Verena Riorson has come to remind them all why they should've killed her when they had the chance. And gods help the ones who ever thought they broke her-because now? She's the storm they'll never survive.

(FIRST BOOK) She is older than most. She was feared. She was a queen. One people believed to be dead. For ages she was never seen. Until a certain wizard requested her company. Come read as she embarks on a journey to bring back the dwarves home and quite possible others homes as well. (I don't not own anything other than my characters and plot)