She wasn't supposed to matter. Not like this. Not enough to make me break my own rules. But the way she looked at me- Like I was the only safe thing in a world that never gave her one- Changed everything. This isn't a love story. It's survival. And maybe... It's something more. I wasn't looking to be saved. People like me don't get rescued. We survive. Quietly. Carefully. Alone. But then she looked at me like I wasn't broken- Like I was worth staying for. She doesn't know what I've done to make it this far. She doesn't know what I am. And if she ever finds out... Will she still stay?

An ambitious royal, and the insurrectionist who wants to destroy everything she stands for. They meet, unwittingly, and their stories intertwine so thoroughly that unraveling one from the other would break them. What happens when their secrets are made bare? What will become of them when their quarreling desires come head to head? completed, approx. 70,000 words, 3rd person pov --- wlw, medieval fantasy in an alternate world. no homophobia, only a judgemental in-law. mostly slice of life but like, with an overarching plot composed of a potential succession crisis and a little bit of revolution to spice it up. also another blacksmith because i have a type

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"Bitches aint shit." Kahdaija, constantly hurt after only giving love. Yet when she does, it goes good...but only for a while. So called in love with Karmen - Until, a girl named Reizya enters her life. Unexpectedly at that. So ... maybe she will allow Reziya to change her perspective , or just be disappointed with Karmen.

Karma lost her job, got kicked out of her parents house and dumped all in the span of 72 hours. When her best friend, Liliana, buys her a plane ticket and tells her to move in with her, can Karma handle her sudden new lifestyle? Egypt, a quiet girl with big dreams of becoming a successful saxophonist, is a sweet girl, confined to the walls of her apartment, suffering from PTSD, trapped by fear. Ever since she was assaulted four years ago, she hasn't gone outside, not even to check the mail. Can her new neighbor get her to come out and live a little?

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Sasha Morozova isn't a woman you cross. CEO by day, predator by nature, she rules with fear, power, and a carefully measured cruelty. Her world is one of control, contracts, and blood - and she never fails. Then comes Talia Navarro. Frail, pale, trembling... a prisoner dropped into Sasha's den. Every moment is a test, every breath a gamble. But Talia's purpose was unexpectedly altered - she wasn't the prisoner who should have been sent to Sasha. Now, instead of finding the 'right' prisoner, Sasha will make sure to use Talia to her own advantage. A wedding awaits, and in exchange, the key to an empire. Dark, twisted, and intense, this story isn't about a happily ever after. It's about control, obsession, and the dangerous dance between two people who shouldn't belong together - and yet, somehow, can't stay apart. Trigger warning: contains violence, psychological manipulation, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. 🏅 mascxfem 🏅 femxmasc 🏅 domesticnoir

dark & intoxicating romance about two studs from opposite worlds who find themselves drawn to each other in a dangerous, obsessive connection. Raquel, a powerful CEO, becomes fixated on Aurora, a carefree woman who wants nothing to do with anything serious. As their worlds collide, the lines between desire, control, and obsession blur, leading them both down a dangerous path they can't escape

An assassin and an arms dealer, truly a match made in heaven. ❝If you wish to protect my heart, you would leave me be, for I can not take the thought of losing the one I love,❞ a pause resounded throughout the empty cathedral as Zaira turned to face the woman beside her, tears welling in her beautiful eyes, her voice cracking under the weight of the emotion that fell upon her, ❝So I beg you to leave before I fall in love with you.❞ Nayeli's hands shook as she reached out towards the beautiful face that rivaled that of Aphrodite, her soft fingers brushing away the tears that escaped the confines of Zaira's sorrowful eyes, each teardrop like a bullet straight to her heart. ❝If it is your deepest wish, I shall respect it. But 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘩𝘪, the fates of ours was built upon the bones of others, written in ink that is filled by the rivers of blood we have spilt. For those like us, six years is an eternity. And it seems my heart wishes to be yours for eternity. ❞