//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓼 ➤ "𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆." I was already fucked in the head, but when you threw her into the mix, it only made everything worse. Much, much worse. Not that I was complaining. It wasn't a bad thing. It was just... more. More obsession. More hunger. Every part of me amplifiers when in her presence and I was made up of more bad than good. More of the dangerous, possessive ache she carved into me like she belonged there. Sometimes, I didn't know if I loved her or if I was just completely consumed by her. Can you blame me? Everything about her made me crave something I couldn't even name-something deeper, something darker, something more than she could ever possibly give me. And right now? I wanted all of it. Started: February 7th 2024 Ended: ...

Alicia Miller is as bad as you can get them. Having develop an aversion to cops. in the past Alicia has always been a thorn in the side for the cops. How Will Alicia react when she realizes, that she's always had the attention of certain cop. Wayne Anderson This story is set in the south in a fictional town called Rochdale. This story is about a woman who is a total bad ass but still has her own vulnerabilities.

She thinks she's invisible-just a waitress working late shifts to pay her bills, slipping through life without being noticed. But she's wrong. Someone sees her. Him. Cold, powerful, and dangerously obsessed, he's watched her for months from the shadows. He knows her routines, her smile, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. To the world, he's an untouchable billionaire, ruthless and controlled. But when it comes to her, control is slipping. When she accidentally stumbles into his world-an overheard phone call, a mistaken identity, a stormy night-he decides watching isn't enough anymore. He wants her. Needs her. And he'll do anything to keep her close... even if it means unraveling her world to remake it with him at the center.

"Such horrible manners, and in the presence of his greatness" I heard someone say. I was mad between being captures, threatened, drugged and manhandled I had about enough. "I don't give a fuck that I am in the presence of his greatness these guards are brutes" I yell. An eerie hush fell over the room as all the hair on my arms started to raise. "Bring it to me!" a deep calm voice commanded.

She's his son's teacher. He's impossible to resist. One reckless weekend together and they're done for. Sophia is addicted. Peyton is obsessed. Now it seems neither one can let go. *Chapters marked with asterisks contain sexually explicit material* {{Yours for the Weekend is a completed story of mine that grew very popular for me on another platform. I will be moving all parts over here to Wattpad}}

A story about how--despite never wanting to fall in love--Freyja finds herself captivated by Sinclair, the known leader of a motorcycle gang known as The Iron Order. **Cover done by otakuwriter101**

i did not want her to be my "girlfriend." i wanted her to be my wife.

After her step-father's death, Sage Carter is forced to return back to her home town- and into the cold halls of Ambrosia Academy. A school where privilege hides rot and her past still haunts her. Especially, Nikolai Parker. Now darker, crueller and obsessed with breaking what's left of her. But Sage didn't survive this long to shatter quietly. Not this time. -°. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘-𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .°- 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 ~

In a kingdom where beauty and power dictate worth, Princess Evelyne has always been the forgotten one. Overshadowed by her radiant sisters, dismissed by her own family, and treated as nothing more than an afterthought, she has learned to live in the shadows-silent, invisible, and aching for something more. But when the feared and ruthless Dark King arrives to choose a bride, no one expects him to spare Evelyne a second glance. He is a man of legend-shrouded in mystery, draped in power, and said to have a heart as cold as the night itself. The court watches, breathless, as he surveys the dazzling princesses before him. And then, he chooses her. Whispers ripple through the halls. Shock turns to outrage. Why would the Dark King-a man who could have anyone-claim the overlooked, unwanted daughter? But as Evelyne is whisked away to his shadowed kingdom, she begins to uncover the truth. The Dark King sees what no one else ever has-her strength, her resilience, the fire beneath the quiet. And in his arms, beneath the weight of his intense gaze, Evelyne is no longer invisible. She is his. But as darkness looms and enemies gather, Evelyne must decide-will she forever remain the forgotten princess, or will she rise as the Dark Queen, feared and revered beside the man who saw her worth when no one else did? Rankings: #1 in Royalty #6 in Kingdom