These Oneshots will be based on the ships of the following series: PJO, HOO, TOA, Magnus Chase, Kane Chronicles, KOTLC, Powerless, Agggtm, Shatter me, Hunger Games, Arcane and HP.

Bambi is sharp-tongued, strong-willed, and unapologetically beautiful. She knows who she is-and she refuses to make herself smaller to make anyone else comfortable. There's only one problem. Isaiah Jones. Cocky. Arrogant. Sarcastic. Infuriating. And worst of all-her brother Forrest's best friend. hes stucking being haunted by his mistakes. He's been in juvive for 3 years. what happens when he gets out? what did he go to juvie for? no one knows. When Forrest makes Isaiah promise to watch over her, it feels less like protection and more like a cage. Because Bambi doesn't just hate Isaiah-she hates the way he watches. The way his eyes linger. The way he notices everything. Bambi learned how to survive by being sharp first. Isaiah learned how to survive by acting like he didn't care. She hides behind sass. He hides behind arrogance. They're sworn enemies by default-forced into each other's orbit and fueled by resentment. But hatred starts to blur into something else-something dangerous, protective, and impossible to ignore. What happens when the person you can't stand is the only one who actually sees you? "don't tempt me trouble, or i wont be gentle." But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

Eden Riorson and Miles Morales have been best friends since they were six. Loving each other has always been simple - safe, familiar, the kind of love that lives quietly in the space between two people who know each other better than anyone else does. But feelings have a way of outgrowing the boxes you put them in. When a lie comes between them and the life they've always known starts shifting beneath their feet, Eden and Miles are forced to reckon with something they've spent years carefully avoiding - the possibility that what they are to each other might be something more than friendship. And that admitting it could cost them everything they've built. Eden has always been better at protecting people than letting them in. Miles has always been better at staying close than telling the truth about why. Some love stories don't begin with sparks. They begin with years. With history and habits and the particular way someone says your name when they mean something more. And sometimes the scariest thing isn't falling in love. It's realizing you already have. But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between. 🥇#88 popular 🥇#11 quietboy 🥇#22 hotguys

Honey Peony Riorson is funny and energetic, but above all, she loves writing. For her, writing is how she makes sense of the world and tells the stories she can't say aloud. Though her wealthy parents offer help, Honey refuses-she wants to earn her place on her own. To earn a recommendation letter, she must tutor Malakai "Kai" Green, the school's star boxer. Kai is cocky and infuriating-but he's failing English. If he doesn't raise his grade to a B by a set deadline, he'll be kicked off the boxing team, one of the few constants in his life. What nobody knows is that Kai fights in underground, illegal matches. He does it to pay for his mom, who is sick, and for other expenses he cannot explain. Growing up, he watched his mother crushed by his father's controlling nature. From that, Kai learned that people leave-and if everyone leaves, there's no reason to let anyone in. She sees beneath his tough exterior; he sees the freedom her writing gives her, something he's never allowed himself. "-and then he had the audacity to say my argument wasn't complete enough, which is rich coming from someone who clearly doesn't comprehend basic analysis-" "Shut up." "-like, did he even read the material? Because I'm starting to think-" "I said stop." "-he just skimmed SparkNotes and called it a day." I kept smiling, swinging my legs off the ledge. He didn't respond, just stared out at the city and took a drag of- "Ooh, is that weed?" "Yeah." "Can I try?" "No." "Come on, Greenie. Don't be stingy." "You don't even smoke." "So? There's a first time for everything." "Please?" "...Fine." "But be careful, ma. Don't choke on me." "I'll be fine." "Open your mouth." "What?" "You heard me. Open." But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

Lilith Swan Riorson is a figure skater with undeniable talent. She skates with control, but scouts overlook her in favor of flashier stories. She's learned to be patient. To wait her turn. To believe skill will speak eventually. Ezekiel Carter never waits. As the hockey team's captain, he's confident, arrogant, and magnetic. Fans think he's careless, unserious, a fuckboy who can't commit to anything. Coaches worry. Zeke's home life is chaos disguised as normal. His mom drifts in and out of his life - loving one day, unreachable the next. She promises things and forgets them. Shows up and disappears. Swan needs attention. Zeke needs proof he can commit. The deal works. i can feel him before I see him. "Careful, princess." I don't look up. I already know it's him. "You're tiny," Carter adds, amusement dripping from every syllable. "One good breeze and you're done." I tighten my skate laces and keep my voice steady. "You should worry less about my size and more about your ego, Carter." That finally gets his attention. I stand, meeting his eyes. "I can take a lot more than you think," I say coolly. For half a second, something flashes across his face. Then he smiles. Heat crawls up my neck. I hate that he gets a reaction. Hate that he knows it. "You're disgusting," I snap. He just laughs, low and quiet. "You said it first." "I wasn't talking about you," I say, stepping past him, brushing his arm on purpose. "But thanks for confirming." As I walk away, I hear him behind me, voice lazy and infuriatingly pleased. "Relax, princess." I don't turn around. "Don't call me that," I say sharply. "You haven't earned it." "Yet." But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

Ellie Baker and Elijah Forrest Riorson have been academic rivals for as long as they can remember. At their school, there is one scholarship that matters more than all the others-an elite, full-ride award that guarantees freedom. Ellie Baker has built her entire life around earning it. Everything Ellie has, she earns. She studies until two in the morning, ignores exhaustion, and tells herself it's fine-that she can take it. She does it for her mom, who had her young and for a future she has to secure on her own. Control. Elijah does not need the scholarship. But if Baker wants something, Elijah will always be in the way. He's strong, nonchalant, and perpetually bored. He's sharp without trying and effortlessly successful in school. Grades come as easily to him as breathing. But what actually matters to Elijah isn't the classroom-it's the shop, where he works alongside his grandpa, fixing broken things with his hands and finding a sense of purpose school has never given him. Ellie isn't jealous of Elijah. She envies him. He succeeds, while she has to fight for every achievement. Her resentment began in fifth grade, at the spelling bee. Ellie and Elijah stood side by side on the podium, the final two contestants. When it was her turn, she froze-stuttered, forgot how to spell the word. Elijah spelled his correctly on the first try, effortless. She's hated him ever since. Or at least, she thinks she has. Now, family life and school start to mix. "Your staring" "i'm calculating how your brain manages to produce that much cockiness" "wouldn't you like to know." "Do you have to be so disgusting?" "you like me like that baker" But remember, a riorson is never just a riorson. Because a riorson was once a Moretti. Moretti mean guns. Moretti means danger. Moretti means war. Not your average teen romance. Not your average mafia romance. But maybe something in between.

ALRIGHT WHO LOVES PJO (if you've clicked on this book I better see your hand reaching Olympus) In honor of the near release of PJO Season 2 (I'm literally so excited to see Grover in a wedding dress😝), I've decided to create this "book", that really just has a bunch of PJO/HoO/ToA fan stuff to hype y'all up and a place for me to fangirl (and y'all are invited) AND JUST TO BE CLEAR, this is NOT a story, although I may come up with some one-shots later on, this is just something for us PJO fans to bond over. Think of it as PJO family bonding time for all of us ENJOYYYY

"You're such an asshole, you know that?" I say. He smirks. "Only for you, darling." •°•°• Blue Ridge International High school. The most prestigious school in New York. Everyone there was well-known, and most definitely rich. Step one foot in it, consider yourself lucky. Anastasia Diaz, daughter of the famous Nicholas Diaz. After the death of her mother, she was forced to go to her father, who then sends her to Blue Ridge. Of course, she hates it. But looking more into it, could it be more of an advantage? Atlas Hernandez, son of the well-known Ashton Hernandez. He's been in Blue Ridge since 15. He's cold, quiet, arrogant, and of course, an asshole. Captain of the school's football team. He's everything a girl would want. The day Anastasia walked in her dorm , never did she expect to see Atlas standing there, shirtless, looking just as shocked as she was. Eventually, feelings start appearing. This story shows that not everyone's life is perfect, as well as the rich, popular, handsome ones. °•°•°• Highest rankings: #1 in boardingschool

Loneliness is nothing new to Elena Kinsley. She had to grow up pretty quickly when her dad left her to work abroad, and she's taken care of herself from an unreasonably young age. Her only constant goal was success. Safe to say it didn't leave much time for fun, let alone relationships. In the summer before Senior year, Elena receives a job offer. Babysitting for a rich family in her city. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right? Wrong. It's not until her first day does she realise that the family belongs to Parker Ashford, Preston High School's golden boy. Parker is hot, stubborn, arrogant, and Elena can't help but be drawn to him, no matter how hard they both try to resist.

___ ___ ___ "Mad she what?" He asks. I lift my head, and force the words out. "She separated us." His brows shoot up. "Oh really?" Then that sweet grin of his makes an appearance. "I knew you liked my company, Lia." Flustered, I turn and begin walking away. "Shut up. Forget I said anything." ___ ___ ___ Emilia Martinez. The beautiful and spirited girl that loved her life. Until an accident broke her spirit . . . and herself. After becoming a shell of the person she used to be, Emilia tackles on her last year of high school. With no regards to actually succeed in her senior year, she gets paired up with the person she least expected. Levi Carter. She doesn't like him; no one does. Yet, her heart disagrees with her head the more time she spends with him. While the world around her is falling apart, she finds peace with the boy whose world was already taken apart. Two broken people brought together. Will they heal? Or will they break each other even further? ___ ___ ___