She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

Trilogy 1 | Nothing Sounds Like Me Anymore Fanfiction. Queer. Raw. Inspired by Emily Armstrong. "My name is Emily Armstrong. You know the voice. You don't know the story." She was the fire behind Dead Sara. Loud, magnetic, alive. But now, at 36, the voice is gone. Emily lives alone in Echo Park, haunted by silence, by memories, by a woman she can't forget. This is not a rise-to-fame story. It's what came before. Before Linkin Park. Before the lights. Just silence, desire... and one last song no one was supposed to hear. Trilogy in Progress • Fanfic 1 - Nothing Sounds Like Me Anymore (40-50 chapters) Emily in the dark. Writing. Searching. Slowly reawakening. • Fanfic 2 - Off the Record (30-40 chapters) She works with Linkin Park secretly. No one knows. • Fanfic 3 - Louder Than Light (30-50 chapters) She joins the band. Public. Powerful. Untouchable. Fictionalized from real events. Written for all of us who fell in love with her voice and needed more. Important : This is not reality.

18+ "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢. 𝘖𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘴. "𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦, 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘥, 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. "𝘐-𝘐..." "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱," 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬, "𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯?" 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. Two obsessions. One girl.

Bound Hearts The city never slept, but it knew how to keep secrets. Somewhere in a courtroom, a woman's voice sliced through the silence, cool and unyielding: "Objection. If you want to twist the law, at least do it properly." The gallery stirred. They didn't know her name yet, but they would. Everyone did, eventually. Elsewhere, in a room painted with sterile light, another woman held a life between her hands. The monitor beeped faster, the air tightened, and her command cut through the panic like steel: "Scalpel. Now." No tremor in her voice. No hesitation. Not even when the patient's heartbeat stuttered back to life, because for her, saving people was routine. A job. Nothing more. Two women, unseen to each other, ran the city in different ways. One with words sharp enough to draw blood. The other with hands steady enough to stop it. Neither believed in distractions. Neither allowed themselves weakness. But fate had a habit of drawing straight lines just to let them collide. And when they did- the courtroom would no longer be silent, and the operating room would no longer be the coldest place in the hospital.

In the kingdom of Sonaeris, magic flows through voice-songs conjure storms, commands bend metal, and silence means powerlessness. Born without a voice, young Lira is cast aside as broken, forgotten in a world where breath is strength. But when she uncovers ancient glyphs buried beneath a temple and awakens a long-lost magic that speaks without sound, Lira becomes the first Whisperer in centuries. Hunted by the powerful Council of Speakers and haunted by visions of a forgotten legacy, she must learn to wield the stillness that stirs mountains. As war looms and a sonic weapon threatens to silence her kind forever, Lira must rise-not with a roar, but with a whisper that could shake the world.

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞.' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. Letter to my lover, let me explain my love to you. I know how your trauma built a grudge, but i wont judge you. Letter to my lover, your love like a drug too.. When we fell in love, I was fightin' demons and battlin' drug abuse.

She wasn't chosen. She wasn't wanted. She wasn't supposed to be seen. Yami. The hidden twin of a world-famous demon-slaying idol, has always been kept in the background. Marked by demon blood, glowing marks and family shame, she watched the world fall in love with her twin sister, Rumi and Huntrix-the flawless trio on stage-while her own story was silenced. But when ancient forces resurface and the line between stage lights and shadows begins to blur, Yami must decide: stay in the background or finally step into her own spotlight. Because the girl in the shadows may be the only one who can hold the final verse. Some voices refuse to stay unheard. And this time, the world will hear hers. A story of identity, sisterhood, and the verses no one dared to hear-until now. (I DO NOT OWN KPOP DEMON HUNTERS from Sony Pictures Entertainment. )

Jovendra Vanalika Sangngern, heir to a powerful empire, lives within a perfection he carefully built to cover the wounds of betrayal. Ghandy Shankara Caskey, an indie singer whose life flows between lyrics, coffee, and silence never sought love, only tried to make sense of what it means to feel. They weren't looking for each other. But the universe has its own way of bringing together two broken souls each wrapped in their own quiet. Between coffee that never goes cold, rain that arrives without warning, and spaces that speak without words feelings slowly begin to grow. This is not a love story that rushes. This is a story of two people learning to touch without haste. A story about feelings that came... even before they had a name. #jossgawin #josswayar #gawincaskey #SlowburnRomance #EmotionalHealing #journeyoflove

Ever since her first love made fun of her singing voice, Dahyun didn't just stopped singing. She also stopped talking. She began locking herself from the outside world, never utter a single word but instead writes whatever she wants to say on a piece of paper. Because of this, her father and twin brother Kim Youngjae, became fully concerned for her future. They realized that Dahyun can't stay like this forever. So, even if it's hard for them to force her to go out and stop her from homeschooling, they did their best to do those things for the sake of Dahyun's future. As Dahyun enters the school premises, lots of things began to happen. There she met two of the school kingkas: The White Prince aka Cha Eunwoo and the Black Prince aka Kim Yugyeom. Will Dahyun survive finishing the semester? Or will she return back to her dungeon and forever will be the Mute Girl?

Kehlani x Reader | Smut. Emotion. Dangerous cravings. My story is solely Kehlani based. People do multi celeb 😌. We strictly Kehlani only over here. (For entertainment purposes. Not all sexual. But if u really wanna get to the YEH, chapter 51 is where u should start. 1-50 is just typical imagines, pick the titles that catch ur eye.) This is where the rules break. Where her lips linger too long. Where hands slide under clothes, under skin, under your control. Where you swore it was just one night-and now she's calling you baby in rooms she shouldn't. These imagines don't follow a timeline. They follow desire-in all its messy, tender, and filthy forms. Soft mornings. Rough nights. Secrets whispered in hotel rooms and said with your mouth full. You should probably stop reading. But if you don't... Don't say I didn't warn you. Strap Disclaimer: In this universe, the strap isn't just a toy. It's a fully integrated, hyper-realistic extension of the wearer-designed to move, feel, and function like a real penis. • The wearer controls it as if it's their own. • It can get hard, stay hard, and cum on command. • It responds to arousal, dominance, and emotional connection. • The receiver feels everything-and so does the one wearing it. This is a fantasy grounded in queer sensuality, power, and pleasure. Nothing is off-limits. And no man is needed. Authors Note: if you want a part two or continuation of an imagine, let me know in the comments or you can message me. Want a custom one where I use your idea? Do the same. 😉 Also, this was suppose to end at chapter 50. I kept going and will probably keep going. Send song requests. I take chapter requests as well as birthday requests.