The Inquisition has fallen, the gold of halamshiral has tarnished, and Thedas is nothing more than a whisper of what it once was. Solas succeeded in his plan to tear down the veil, and with it, the world. With absolutely nothing left to lose, Inquisitor Ishani Lavellan must re-write history itself to save Solas from his own pride, and hopefully, the world. Completely uncertain of what alternative world her intervention will bring, Ishani must navigate Ancient Arlathan, the Evanuris, and the Dread Wolf's rebellion, all while trying not to show the tenderness she holds in her heart for the man she knows very well, and who in this timeline, doesn't know her at all. At least... he isn't supposed to. Notes: This story will update weekly on weekends and sometimes more often or less predictably as the motivation strikes! Top Rankings: #1 dragonageinquisition

"𝐈-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬..." i finally say closing in the small gap we had between us my lips crushing onto his. Our faces moved fast and rough this time his hands held my face as he dominated my mouth it wasn't nearly like the last time this time it felt desperate, hungry, angry, and passionate. His tongue went over my bottom lip before making its way inside going over my teeth "𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡...𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭" he whispered as his hand made its way down my waist roughly pushing me into him as I obeyed opening my mouth with the slightest moan making him groan before I fell back with him on top of me. ᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣᪣ When Sunday Monroe inherits a dying ranch in the middle of West Texas, she expects debt, heat, and a quick sale. What she doesn't expect is Eli Mercer a cowboy as dangerous as a Texas storm, beautiful until he's on top of you. Instead of an easy sale, Sunday inherits a decades-old feud, a journal filled with dangerous secrets, and one warning never trust the Mercers. But the closer she gets to Eli, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth-even if loving him means destroying more than one family. Will Sunday get the happy ending she's always read about? Or will she finally realize some people were never meant to belong to each other?

Business owner Astoria, 25, is in for a surprise when Elias, 32, fresh out of prison, shows up at her doorstep, claiming she's his girlfriend.

"𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋" he said, She rasied an eyebrow, " 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓?" The next moment, Her face was down hips up and she Was begging for more. *** Lucy, a young woman bored with her life and craving something exciting, begins writing letters to Mark Hughes, a notorious, dangerously charming inmate convicted of violent crimes. What starts as curiosity and fantasy turns into obsession when Mark becomes fixated on her in return sending her money, gifts, and eventually showing up in her real life. As their connection deepens, Lucy finds herself pulled between fear and desire. She's drawn to the thrill and danger Mark brings, even though she knows he's capable of terrible things. But the more she plays with fire, the closer she gets to being consumed by it. Mark doesn't just want her attention he wants her entire life. Her world becomes tangled in his as he pulls her into his web of power, control, and twisted affection. By the time she realizes it, it's too late she's become part of his empire, his possession... and maybe even his weakness. This is a heavily sexual book so before reading just know you gonna see a lot of smut and self masturbation. All editing done. Updates weekly!

There's a man in your attic. What will you do?

When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The runes that covered her were light, like they had been etched into her skin by the moon's very own hand. This woman... this creature, she was covered in the symbols they were all taught as children, but a few stood out to Orion the most. Death. Consequence. Chaos. Liar. Feral. What was she? Orion didn't know, but he knew that he had been shown this dream for a reason: as instruction. You weren't just given dreams like that to log into a journal and then forget about. This was a divine entity calling to a subject they deemed fit to do the chore. But Orion didn't even really believe in that entity. It seemed he'd been given an be objective: Kill her. Stop her from getting to him, and make her suffer for even planning to in the first place- especially after all that the young aloha did to save his pack. She was beautiful. She was terrifying. She was dangerous. ... but Orion was about to learn that this objective was going to be incredibly difficult to execute. Because she was all of those things. But she was also his mate. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

It was his smile. ©2015-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

SLOWLY REPOSTING EACH CHAPTER- ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND POSTED IN 2014/2015 Graylen hides a lot of things when he first meets Aubrey, and he doesn't know how to tell her of his true nature without scaring her or her son. All that comes crashing down when Aubrey does something completely simple. She drank from a coffee mug. That's what forced Graylen to reveal his true self to the woman he was in love with, and it had nothing to do with the shape or the design of the cup, but its contents. ©2014-2025 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE