Kenzie Gilbert was in hell, hiding out in the middle of nowhere with Damon Salvatore and Enzo St. John for months. The three of them enslaved lackeys to a mind controlling siren named Sybil, who has taken most of their free will and threatens to take their humanity. Still, Kenzie strives to hold a semblance of a long term relationship with Stefan, leaving him a trail of love letters on post cards as hints on where to find them so he could come to their rescue. However, bringing them home is not enough. Not when humanity switches have been flipped off, Alaric's twins face constant danger, there's two sirens instead of one, and those sirens work for a powerful psychic named Cade that forcibly contracts people, including the Salvatores, to bring him souls to torture. Cade and the sirens aren't the only enemies in Mystic Falls. After a dozen problems and solutions, the formidable foes, Kai Parker and Katherine Pierce are back from the dead. Katherine has taken over hell and is ready to use hellfire to burn down the entire town. The only plan to save it involves Kenzie and Stefan hijacking a wedding to lure out the bride's doppelgänger. It's not what the couple wanted. Elena was still comatose and the rest of the wedding party is at odds with one another. Yet, they go through with it and the repercussions that follow, good and bad, shape their futures. After a defining year of pain, betrayal, grief, heartbreak, and miracles, Kenzie meets the end of the supernatural road. Kenzie finally learns to embrace and rely on her voice, bravery, strength, mortality, skills of coercion, past torments that shaped her character, and possessiveness that led to her successful marriage to Stefan Salvatore. Human again, ironically, she embraces her married name, Salvatore, ready for a lifetime full of prosperity. Because Kenzie Gilbert was dead-although not defeated, let her tombstone read, the unstoppable twin. ~BOOK 8 OF 8~

Jayme Baratheon was born for the throne- trained by King Robert himself, raised to lead, and named his heir in a will no one ever saw. But when her father dies, her crown is stolen by her younger brother Joffrey... and her life becomes the next thing on the chopping block. Betrayed by her mother and hunted by her own blood, Jayme flees King's Landing with nothing but a name and a target on her back. Desperate and alone, she seeks help from Robb Stark-the only king who hasn't lied to her. She expected protection. She didn't expect love. But war is coming, and in a world where thrones are bought in blood, even a crownless princess has a price on her head.

Young Mary Elizabeth Watson used to have a happy life for seventeen years in Maine with her father, who is a lighthouse keeper. But when her father's tragic death happened, she was sent to London to live with her mother. As she tries to adjust to a new life with her mother and stepfamily while trying to live in a big city like London, her new friends took her to a Beatles concert on her 18th birthday. She never thought that she would catch the eye of one Beatle

Paul se encuentra en un momento realmente malo en su vida cuando se encuentra con Avery la única persona en el mundo que siente que realmente lo comprende, y lo puede ayudar.

London, 1965. Beatlemania is at its peak as the Fab Four determine what direction their future will take. Paul McCartney is living out his every fantasy, but he's also wondering if it's all worth it. Until one day in Paris, he (quite literally) runs into someone who will change everything for him.

"and I only say hello and turn away before his lady knows how much I wanna see him." In 1968, Lynnette Newman isn't looking for a serious relationship. She's an up and coming singer-songwriter from Los Angeles who knows just about everyone in Laurel Canyon, just so happened to land herself a contract with Apple Records, and would very much like her closet to look like Nancy Sinatra's. In 1968, Paul McCartney is running out of luck. The Beatles are starting to fall apart, his relationship with his longtime girlfriend is falling apart with it, and quite frankly, he just misses the way things used to be. 1968 was a pretty crazy year for all parties involved. But as the curtain begins to close on one hell of a decade, two musicians can't seem to stay away from each other. ... And love might've had something to do with it. mature themes: alcohol use, drug references / use, themes of mental health, and sex. disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, and as such, all real life events and depictions of people are modified or created by me for entertainment purposes only ! [ part 1 of this story is complete, and part 2 is STILL being updated! albeit very very slowly :) comments & votes are always appreciated, hope you enjoy and thanks so much for reading! x ]

ㅤㅤ❝❝𝖀ma ruptura entre o real e o fictício, onde algo deu errado, permitindo que o inexplicável se infiltrasse.❞ 𝗘𝗟𝗔 não lembrava o próprio nome, nem de onde viera; a única coisa que tinha certeza, era que o mundo no qual acordou não era o seu. Numa segunda-feira cansativa como qualquer outra, desejou não ter que acordar no dia seguinte para trabalhar. E, de algum modo, seu pedido, feito com palavras bêbadas de sono, foi atendido. Quando abriu os olhos, estava em Westeros. Mas não como alguém de nascimento humilde ou pouca relevância. Tampouco era Arya, Daenerys ou qualquer outro nome que conhecia de cor. Ela era 𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞, um nome que jamais aparecera nos livros ou nas telas. Um nome que não existia... até agora. O corpo era estranho, mas os rostos familiares. Estava no Norte, em Winterfell, oito anos antes dos eventos que dariam início à guerra dos tronos. Tinha memórias embaralhadas da sua vida real e a de uma jovem que nunca fora escrita. Conhecia o futuro, ou ao menos parte dele, e sabia que o inverno estava chegando e que ninguém ali estava a salvo dos desejos do autor. Mas, sem saber onde se encaixava nessa história toda, ela precisa se agarrar às memórias falsas, assumir a vida de Alarra e jogar o jogo dos tronos antes mesmo que ele começasse. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ↬ GOT fanfic! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ↬ Game Of Thrones x oc ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ↬plot by me ↬Capa: @Pinkfullwg ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ (( Tiktok @snorws))

"Visenya Targaryen was a great warrior," she smiled a little, "She had a valyrian steeled sword she called dark sister." "She's a heroine of yours, I take it?" Arya smiled and he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes, "Do you like the house of Targaryen?" "I've never seen one, my lord." "Most people didn't like the Targaryens. I suppose you know all about the Mad King. Everyone does, even low-born girls," he took a sip of his wine. Arya nodded her head, "Would you like to meet a Targaryen one day?" "I don't know, my lord." "I spent a lot of time with the Targaryens, they were not pleasing people. And yet I married one."

Rhaena, a woman with the blood of dragon coursing through her veins, she is everything Arthur has sworn to protect, her life, and her dignity. Yet, her defiance of her family's expectations and her haunting vulnerability stir emotions in Arthur that threaten to undo his stoic resolve. Arthur Dayne, renowned as the Sword of the Morning, is bound by an unwavering sense of honour and duty to his vows as a knight of House Dayne and a protector of the realm. His reputation for courage, loyalty, honour and his swordsmanship precedes him, but beneath the polished surface lies a man torn between the oaths he's sworn and the desires of his own heart.

Rhaenara Storm, the bastard daughter of Robert Baratheon, is thrust into leadership as the Lord of Storm's End, wielding her unparalleled blacksmithing skills and the ancient Valyrian sword Stormbringer. Meanwhile, Ryon Sand, the secret son of Oberyn Martell, navigates the deadly politics of King's Landing under the guise of a sellsword. As old alliances crumble and new threats arise, these two bastards must carve their own paths in a realm teetering on the edge of chaos. Unedited Random Uploads