*Los personajes así como sus representaciones no me pertenecen* *Historia hecha solo con fines de entretenimiento* fanfic Mihrimah X Nurbanu Disculpen faltas de ortografía o errores gramaticales.

En el corazón del Imperio Otomano, Mustafá y Hurrem se enfrentan en un duelo de miradas y palabras. Él, el príncipe heredero, criado para verla como su enemiga. Ella, la sultana más influyente, atrapada en un juego de poder y supervivencia. Pero en un instante de cercanía, Mustafá ve algo que nunca imaginó en Hurrem: tristeza, vulnerabilidad, una humanidad que lo desconcierta. Lo que debía ser odio se tiñe de duda, y una conexión inesperada comienza a gestarse en los silencios y las miradas furtivas. Entre el deber, la lealtad y un sentimiento prohibido, ambos deberán decidir si seguir viéndose como rivales o ceder a lo que sus corazones empiezan a susurrarles.

**ON HIATUS** Alicent Hightower died in 133 AC and woke up from a bad dream. Only that it was not a bad dream, but rather her past life. Determined, Alicent wishes to avoid the Dance of Dragons and the heartbreak her father, Otto Hightower, inflicted upon her life and that of her children. But the timelines have changed. Viserys is not named heir. Aemma is sicker than before. The Old King and the Good Queen are alive. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from HOTD. How can Alicent stop the Dance of Dragons now? Will war come or peace will follow? Surprisingly, the Alicent Hightower she was born into, is no mere Hightower, but the great-great-granddaughter of Ceryse Hightower, with the blood of Maegor the Curel running through her veins. All credit goes to George R.R. Martin. This story is different from the original, although most characters are the ones from canon.

A calligrapher who inks divine verses for the Sultan becomes the only calm in his Empire of silence and sin; and though he forbids all intoxication, her scent, her script, her stillness become the last forbidden indulgence. She carved God's name in gold; yet he saw his own reflection in every letter. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. "𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥."

This story begins with Conrad in California, detached and disciplined, carrying the familiar weight of being the responsible one-the son who absorbed pressure, grief, and expectation until love felt indistinguishable from obligation. He is older now, sharper, angrier, and more self-aware, but still haunted by his past: his mother's death, his father's failures, and the wreckage left behind with Belly and Jeremiah. Everything fractures the night he meets Valeriya-brilliant, commanding, emotionally guarded, and immediately unreadable. Their connection is instant and volatile, built on challenge rather than comfort. Valeriya doesn't soften Conrad; she exposes him. She calls him out, refuses to be managed, and meets his intensity with her own. What starts as mutual fascination quickly spirals into something obsessive, physical, and deeply binding. Their relationship becomes the emotional center of the story: fierce loyalty, constant proximity, and an intimacy that is not gentle but deliberate. They move fast-not recklessly, but with certainty-building a shared life that feels private and impenetrable. Sex becomes routine, grounding, and expressive rather than impulsive; domesticity becomes just as charged as conflict. Conrad finds himself choosing her again and again-not out of duty, but desire. But as their bond deepens, the past fights back.

"When I wished I was a witch, I meant like a Harry Potter witch-either before or after Voldy, or at least outside of England!" As a little girl, I always wanted to be special. I read everything I could find in the fantasy genre, but the thing I was obsessed with was witches. From Harry Potter to The Secret Circle, I devoured them all. Every single wish I ever made-whether on birthday candles or shooting stars-was always the same: I want to be a witch! But I guess luck wasn't on my side, because I died. I definitely didn't wish to be reborn as the most unappreciated, judgmental witch of the century. Doing dark magic? Fine. Dying? Been there, done that. Being the Anchor? Not funny-at all. Being stuck in a world prison with a psycho who has a weird name? Yeah... no thanks. So I'm changing the timeline. Screw the writers-this is my story now, and Bonnie Bennett is going to be the most badass witch since Qetsiyah, Dahlia, Esther, or Silas... whatever, you get the idea. "Why not Davina? Sure, she was almost sacrificed by her coven and locked in a church, but at least she dated Kol 2.0!"

In the realm of fire and blood, where dragons dance and ambition burns bright, two souls entwine in a fate forged by destiny's hand. Sitara Evangeline Potters-Black, mistress of death, lies on the precipice of childbirth, her essence flickering like a candle in the dark. In another life, Alicent Hightower, duty-bound and unfulfilled, faces her own peril in the throes of labor. As the veil between worlds thins, the gods intervene, trading their souls amidst the agony of creation-a rebirth wrapped in shadow. Awakening as Alicent Hightower, Sitara finds herself entangled in a web of power and rivalry, her heart heavy with the echoes of her past. Married to King Viserys Targaryen, she soon realizes that his love has waned, replaced by a growing affection for his daughter Rhaenyra. As their bond flourishes, Alicent's spirit wilts, suffocated by the weight of duty and a marriage steeped in disinterest. Yet, in the depths of her despair, a flicker of magic ignites within her-a dangerous gift that allows her to whisper the ancient tongues of dragons. Amidst the court's treachery and whispered betrayals, Alicent's path intertwines with that of Daemon Targaryen, the king's fierce brother. Initially adversaries in a deadly game of ambition, their hearts are drawn together, igniting a slow-burning flame that defies the boundaries of loyalty and duty. In the shadows of the Red Keep, passion blooms like a rose among thorns, a forbidden romance fraught with peril. In a world where every choice could lead to ruin, the stakes have never been higher. With the specter of death lurking, and alliances shifting like sand, can Alicent rise as a beacon of hope, or will she succumb to the darkness that seeks to claim her? The Dance of the Dragons beckons, and with it, the chance for redemption-or destruction. Rankings #1 in alicenthightower #1 in Houseofthedragon #1 in daemontargaryen

*The credit for the cover goes to the person who edited it. Maya couldn't get Arjun to love her the way she wanted, the way she needed. So she decided to move on but that isn't as easy as it sounds. Sahir has a bitter past which made him what he is today. A man that his ex-wife calls a beast. What will happen when these two will come together? Highest Ranking : #1 in Adiya : 12th of June 2019

Mis historia ahora las pondré como si fuesen realidades alternativas. Actualización lenta. *Los personajes no me pertenecen, tampoco las imágenes y representaciones de los mismos* Historia hecha únicamente con fines de entretenimiento. Hürrem X Sah