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Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!

Just one touch wouldn't hurt, right? Those were Olive's last thoughts before she mindlessly touched a time machine, which then transported her back to prehistoric times. Scared and alone, she didn't even notice the giant caveman coming up behind her, ready to make her his in every way a Mate should.

Alexandria "Alex" Moldovan fell asleep at a work retreat and woke up in the same place, just not in the right time. The situation improves when she's inadvertently rescued by a Roman Centurion, and as long as she can keep her wits - and his affections - she might just survive this. But trading one slave class for another doesn't help with the trouble that always seems to find her... Ixillius Traversi had been leading his century on a routine razing, but the slave he found imprisoned, injured and starved in the village is anything but typical. That she was alive seemed barely possible, and then she'd saved his life... and she wasn't afraid of him. He claimed the woman who called herself Alex as his slave, be it a curse or a blessing, but he still needs to know one thing: who is she? The Centurion's Woman is set in Germania Inferior circa 5 AD, and Maiden discovers that a two thousand year culture shock may be the easiest problem to overcome, but it won't be the last... Trigger Warnings: beatings / abuse (people and animals), starvation, battle, blood, sex Please note: This story's historical elements are based on the research I did as a writer; I'm not a historian. "Maiden" is Book 1, "Warrior" is Book 2, and "Scholar" is Book 3 of my Historical Fiction trilogy, an adult romance titled "The Centurion's Woman", published through FriesenPress. Available here https://www.amandaflieder.ca/bookstore.html through your choice of book sellers. Amazon, B&N, Indigo, and more!

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

Buying a house sight unseen was not on your bingo card for 2023, but neither was picking up and leaving the country in the middle of the night with whatever cash and money you had in your secret account that you kept separate from your husband. You'd had enough and you needed a fresh start, somewhere safer and far away from his bullshit. This led you to a small borough in Hereford in the UK. A place you'd always wanted to visit became your sudden refuge, and the man you meet changes your life for the better. Follow me on tiktok for faster updates! @stellar__luna (that's two underscores)

Ghost looked around," Soap, do you copy? " He spoke in his transceiver, he waited a few seconds' before pressing the button again trying to get a connection through to his Mate," Soap? Do you copy? Where the hell are you?" A shaking and sobbing soap answering" Ghost I need your help, y/n was hit I don't know where I am, I just ran trying to save her." Another sob followed" She isn't responding I don't know what to do, there is b-blood everywhere" Ghost eyes growing bigger "Alejandro get your men out of here I will find soap as fast as I can if I have not returned with him and y/n in 30 Minutes I want you and the rest to leave we will find our way back" Ghost said his voice Monotone, Alejandro nods after Ghost stopped him from saying another word his heavy footsteps leaving the bloodbath. "Soap, I want you to talk to me" He spoke in his transceiver. Looking around. " What can you see" "I see a gate not the one we came through, it is open" Sobbing following his words. "Okay Soap, I am on my way, keep talking to me. How is she." ____________________________________________ Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish x Fem Reader She/her Pronouns No description of skin colour, height, body type etc. reader is their own person if either you want to imagine yourself or an OC feel free. No description of civil clothing style as to my best abilities I am not fluent in english, mistakes will happen don't be shy and tell me if any major mistakes appear. Active cod player here, book will be based on the story and a made up storyline. Has parallels to my Left without Hope Gaz x Reader fanfiction. Book has no spoilers just description of future character development.

In a bed chamber high in the trees of Lothlorien is a young she-elf is sound asleep. "She will wake soon if Mithrandir is to proceed with his quest to Erebor. The darkness will grow, and she will awaken to fight it, like she did long ago." Galadriel says, turning to her husband and taking his hand. The she-elf is not as young as she seems, she had nearly faded when Galadriel found her at the beginning of the second age. The elf never woke, but the Lady of Light has foreseen it; Naehlara will awaken to help lead the elves, men and all free folk to peace, for she is the High Queen of the elves. The only living elf from the first age. Her fae grows stronger with every year bringing her closer to awakening. Galadriel once was friends with the elf, her father Thingol; king of Doriath before it was abandoned and forgotten as the first age elves left Middle Earth to go back to Valanor or faded with time. "I have longed to see my friend reawaken but how do you explain to one that nearly two ages has passed since she fell into slumber." Galadriel says, a small smile growing on her face. "She was a mighty warrior, the best in all of Middle Earth. But she was stubborn, not as wise as most elves. A lot more like our Woodland kin, the ones in Greenwood." Galadriel says, a laugh slipping through her lips as she remembers watching Naehlara fight in the wars long ago. How she'd argue with anyone that stood in her way, nearly taking the head off the captain of the guard when he would not head her warning of the armies coming from Morgoth. ✨NOT A HOBBIT FANFIC IT IS SET DURING LORD OF THE RINGS✨ A/N I do not own any character other than Naehlara and maybe more if I choose to add more. But probably just Naehlara. I'm newer to the fandom so please let me know if i got any facts wrong. I hope you enjoy the story Also maybe be slow updates due to work but I hope to put out consistently!

Nuada was defeated and Hellboy had taken away the crown, Abe was about to check on Nuala, but that's when everyone saw the young prince getting back up, pulling out a dagger and ready to stab HB. Abe had just noticed Nuala with an identical object, ready to stab herself instead in an attempt to stop her brother. And that's when time seem to stop. Abe called out to both siblings, Nuada was about to charge at Hellboy, who had lost his composer for only a few minutes, but it would have given enough time for him to strike his opponent. But time started all over again, as everything was brought to a halt by one girl. A girl who tackled the elfen princess to the ground and.. hold on... is that ice?

She died on the freeway, wearing dragon wings and Visenya's sword. A fan of House of the Dragon, a lover of history and heartbreak, she thought she knew the story. She never expected to wake up in it. Now Vaelyra Targaryen, second daughter of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, she is born into a doomed dynasty-one she refuses to let burn. Armed with knowledge of the future, she becomes her sister Rhaenyra's truest ally, her father's guiding hand, her younger siblings' secret guardian, and the court's silent storm. The Dance of the Dragons will never happen. Not if she can help it.