«Hate may be easy, but love is the most dangerous battlefield of all.» - Julia Leonhart never knew peace-not since the night her family was torn apart. Disguised as Marcel Ryder, Julia has spent years fighting her demons, driven not by revenge but by the justice she clings to after a terrible mistake-killing the one man who truly cared for her. Fooled into thinking he was her enemy, Pavel's death shattered her need for vengeance, replacing it with a mission to stop monsters like the ones who manipulated her. But even soldiers have ghosts, and hers haunt her every step-some from the past she thought she buried, others in the form of Simon "Ghost" Riley, a sharp-tongued operative who sees through her masks. What begins as a clash of pride turns into something far more dangerous: a connection neither of them can afford. When her past resurfaces with deadly intent, Julia is forced to confront the monster in her she's been running from. Betrayal, vengeance, and secrets collide as she's hunted by those she wronged and those who wronged her. A Call of Duty fanfiction || Fem OC x Simon "Ghost" Riley +18

"You're waking up," I whisper, my hand splayed across her chest, just above the beat she forgot to feel. "I knew you'd crawl back to me." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Pain sharp and electric up my arm. I almost laugh. "There's my sparx," I whisper. Her grip is fire now. Her breath ragged. Her skin trembling beneath mine. "I don't want this," she breathes. "Oh baby, but I know you do." ------ A sociopathic arsonist, hell bent on revenge and a sweet delusional psychopath. What more could you ask for? In order to get revenge on those who have wronged her, 19-year-old Seraphina Reed burns down her childhood home with her parents inside. She is a witty, strong-willed woman who doesn't tolerate shit from anyone, anymore. Viella Iverson, despite her kindness and sweetness, is a pushover. She maintains a facade of being a decent person, but her true self fights to come to the light. She's hiding something or is she hiding from someone? --------------- AWARDS #1 Arsonist 1/18/2026 --------------- -Mature Explicit Content -Dark Romance -Slow Burn -Criminals -Mental Hospital -Found Family -Anti-hero

(BWWM) For the women who crave raw, jealous, possessive sex. "My wife," he growls, his voice rough with restraint, as his lips trail down my neck. I moan softly, threading my fingers through his hair, his touch burning despite the chill of his kisses. His hands grip my waist, firm and possessive, anchoring me to him. "Your wife," I whisper breathlessly, my body trembling as a shiver of pleasure ripples down my spine. He pulls back with a low groan, his eyes dark and hungry. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice tight, as if holding back is its own torment. I tug him closer, my nails grazing his scalp. "Just be gentle," I plead, my voice heavy with need. His gaze searches mine, a storm of hesitation and desire. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I breathe, my resolve unwavering. The moment the word leaves my lips, he's on me. His mouth crashes into mine, the kiss hot and consuming, as if he's starved for me. His hands slide up to my neck, one tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist as he lifts me with ease. I gasp into his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist, feeling his hard dick press against me. Pinned against the wall, he grinds against me, each movement sending waves of heat coursing through me. My nails rake down his back as his lips claim mine over and over, his body pressed so close there's no space left between us. ~ Eden has always been a pawn in her father's game, and now she's forced into a marriage with the vampire prince of Trazethen. Her mission: Deliver the heart of Trazethen, destroy Trazethen from the inside out, saving those she loves. But the closer Eden gets to the prince, the more blurred the lines between enemy and ally become. As secrets unfold, the man she was taught to hate may not be the monster she imagined. In a world of power, desire, and betrayal, Eden must decide what she's willing to sacrifice when everything she's ever known is at risk. #9 in enemies to lovers #6 in mythical

There are choices that feel like accidents. Decisions that arrive dressed as inevitability. And men who never act without already knowing the outcome. She doesn't realize she's been chosen, only that the world begins to bend when she steps into it. Elysian is not a place for coincidence. It rewards foresight, patience, and those ruthless enough to pull strings no one else can see. And he has built his empire on 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Power recognizes power and hers has 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 been dangerous. What looks like an unfortunate crossing of paths is anything but. Beneath every gesture lies intent. Beneath every silence, calculation. And beneath his attention, something sharpened by resistance rather than softened by it. They share a history that should have stayed buried, not because it was harmless, but because it taught them exactly how lethal the other could be. She thinks she's choosing her moves. He's been planning around them. Power shifts. Motives tangle. Obsession slips into something that looks like protection, like necessity until walking away stops being an option. Here, unions aren't built on submission, they're forged between equals who know precisely where to strike. A woman who refuses to be owned. A man who refuses to lose control. And a bond that was never a matter of if, only when. And the best part? 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭.