A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't. ••• Completed • First Draft - Edited. Watty2025 winner #1 in #Romance #1 in #Brotherbestfriend #2 in #bestfriendsbrother #2 in #icehockey

Princess Elizabeth, the first female heir of Aurelmont, is set to marry her first love, Michael, the talented future duke-until fate leaves her no choice but to wed Prince Christopher of Hayvan, the second-born prince, with neither influence nor accomplishment to his name, and the very man she can scarcely tolerate. Their marriage is meant to be nothing more than an arrangement, but with two kingdoms depending upon their union, a battle begins between the weight of crowns and the pull of captivation.

Evanya Neil was killed. By whom? She doesn't know. Death should have been the end, yet when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of Evanya Roselle-a noble lady destined to become nothing more than a stepping stone in a romance novel. Or so she thought. A mysterious letter soon arrived, revealing a shocking truth. This wasn't Evanya Roselle's body. It wasn't anyone's body. The body had been created specifically for her soul. The letter urged her to forget the past and enjoy her new life. At first, Evanya believed she had transmigrated into the novel she once read. The problem? Nothing matches the story. The kingdom is different. The people are different. The architecture is different. Even the fate of the supposed side villainess has already changed. As Evanya searches for answers, strange pieces begin falling into place-a mysterious old man who claims she owes him her life, a letter that seems to know everything about her, unexplained deaths that mirror the way her own parents died, and secrets buried deep within the world. One says she owes him. The other tells her to live freely. Both seem connected to her existence. And somewhere among all those secrets lies the truth behind her death, her new life, and the reason she was brought into this world. Now Evanya has only one question: Did she really transmigrate into a novel... or into something far more dangerous?

​This is a story about a modern girl named He Yan, who after her death, gets transmigrated into a cdrama, The Legend of the Female General, where the FL was also named He Yan. But unlike the other He Yan, who is strong, fierce and confident, THIS He Yan is depressed, traumatised and broken from her past life-only managing to put on a fake confidence facade for others. Until she meets Xiao Jue that is... Will she be able to keep the plot going even when dealing with her own demons? Will she be able to fight alongside Xiao Jue? Will Xiao Jue help her heal? Most importantly, will she be able to stay once the stories ended? Or will she go back to her grave? Legend of the Female General is a 2025 Chinese historical drama produced by Tencent Video and Jinghe Media, based on the web novel by 千山茶客 (Qian Shan Cha Ke). It is written by Chang Ye, Feng Shuwen and directed by Jiang Jiajun, Peng Xuejun, Da Yuan. (Source: Wikipedia) All credit goes to the novelist/writers/directors. I only own the idea of a transmigrator, Yi Yi and Turnip. Also, I am NOT financially profiting from this fanfiction in any way. So if anyone who was involved in the making of the drama/novel sees this story, please don't sue me 🙏🏻🙏🏻 Just message me on Wattpad and I'll take it down. Thank you!

Aria Callahan already survived the worst day of her life. Three years ago, the Army knocked on her door and told her her husband was gone and that he had been killed in action. The love of her life was reduced to a folded flag and condolences that never felt real. Everyone told her to move on. She didn't. Instead, she built a career as a nurse. She learned how to save strangers while quietly carrying a grief no one could touch. Chase was more than her husband. He was the boy who chose her when the world didn't. The man who promised forever before war stole him away. Then the impossible happens. Chase is found alive in New Zealand. But he isn't the man who left. Now he's Will. He has no memory of Aria. No memory of their life. And he's married to the woman who helped him heal after escaping unspeakable captivity. As pieces of his past begin to surface, three hearts are caught in a battle between memory and love, loyalty and choice. Aria must decide if she can survive watching her husband love someone else. Will must face the truth of who he was... and who he has become. Because sometimes love doesn't die. It waits. And this time, losing him again might destroy her for good.

Lavanya was an ordinary college student from a middle-class family. Living alone in Bangalore, she found comfort in novels because reality had never given her the love and affection she longed for. Her favorite novel was The Possessive Rathores-the story of India's most powerful family, ruled by the feared and respected Vikram Rathore and his five extraordinary sons. Among all the characters, one stood out: Vanya Singh, the villainess everyone hated. But everything changes when a tragic accident ends Lavanya's life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside the very novel she loved-and in the body of Vanya Singh. The problem? Vanya is destined for a miserable ending. Determined to survive, Lavanya decides to avoid the Rathores and stay away from the story's main plot. But fate has other plans. As secrets of the Rathore Mansion begin to unfold, she discovers that the family she feared is nothing like the novel described. Can she change Vanya's destiny? Can she uncover the truth behind Vanya's past? And when the powerful Rathores begin to care for her, will she finally find the family and love she always wished for? A tale of family, secrets, healing, and second chances, where the villainess gets the opportunity to rewrite her own story. Note : It is not like other stories where she behaves defferently and gradually hero falls for her . No definitely not for more information read the story.

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

I was the woman he loved. She was the woman he could never refuse. I stopped competing with Veronica the day I understood the truth: Adrian hadn't just let her into our lives, he'd built her a home inside the spaces meant for me. For two years, I was Claire Monroe. The safe and steady one. The woman Adrian Cole never had to worry about because she never made a scene, raised her voice, or asked for more than he was willing to give. Understanding. Patient. Reliable. I wore those words like armor, never realizing they were the very reasons he felt free to look away. And while I stayed quiet, Veronica Steele, the grieving family friend, the woman who wielded her sorrow like a blade, quietly took everything that should have been mine. Not his heart. No. Something worse. His presence. His attention. Every late-night conversation, every cancelled dinner, every moment he chose to be somewhere I wasn't. I learned the cost of that choice on the kitchen floor of our apartment, my body folding in on itself, my appendix rupturing as I whispered his name into a voicemail he wouldn't hear until it was too late. Adrian. Please. I need you. He was with her. Of course he was with her. I survived the surgery. But lying in that hospital bed, staring at the empty chair beside me, I finally understood something I should have known all along: There was no reason left to stay. So I stopped waiting. And only then, only when the door had already closed, did Adrian finally see the truth. But seeing and losing never happen in the right order. "Unfaithful Promise" is the story of a man who realized what he had only after he had nothing left to hold, and a woman who finally decided she would never again be someone's second choice. Some people don't recognize love until they're standing in the ruins of it.

Six months. That's all the time I have before my head rolls onto the executioner's block. Dying choking on spicy instant noodles was a pathetic way to go, but waking up as Ilse de Varannes? That's a death sentence. In the original novel, Ilse isn't the heroine. She isn't even the villainess. She's the brainless, loyal sidekick the girl destined to be butchered just for being the "troublemaker" (instigator) of her best friend's shitty schemes. I used to be a Public Relation staff. My entire life was damage control, narrative-spinning, and cleaning up messes. So, I have a plan: tame my impulsive best friend, dodge the Crown Prince like the plague, and ghost the imperial palace before the military cleans house. Simple, right? Wrong. My strategy didn't account for the Duke d'Alençon. The Grand Commander of the military. Brother of Prince, The cold-blooded monster who's literally supposed to sign my death warrant in the final chapter. He's not ignoring me like he's "supposed" to. He's cornering me in dark hallways. He's gripping my wrists tight enough to bruise. He's looking at me with those damn icy eyes like he knows exactly what I'm up to and he finds it fascinating. "You're in too deep, Ilse. And I don't have the habit of letting go of what I've already claimed."

Six years. Six years of love, loyalty, and quiet sacrifices while I healed from miscarriage after miscarriage. My husband, Kael, was my rock always there, always proving his love with gentle words and steady presence. Until the night, he looked me in the eyes and said: "I never loved you. Not really. I want your younger sister as my second wife." My own family nodded in agreement. They had known. They had always known I was never enough. I stayed silent through the pain, the humiliation, and the wedding I was forced to witness. But when his perfect new life begins to crack and he comes crawling back, begging me to return "for the family's sake," I finally understand: I was never the problem. I was simply the placeholder. Now? I'm choosing me. And they will all watch me rise from the ashes they created.