there's a cam. you don't know it. but you will... some day

Severus Snape x femOC Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter franchise, nor the characters within it, all credit goes to JK Rowling.

Cerise DuPont thought she was done. Fresh out of a toxic relationship, she's 39, exhausted, and convinced her best days- and her beauty -are behind her. Brody Grant is 24, the hottest guy at the gym, and the last man she expects to look at her twice. And he doesn't just look- he sees her. Where Cerise sees age and flaws, Brody sees strength, fire, and the kind of woman he never knew he needed. Their chemistry is undeniable, but so are the obstacles. She's sure she's "hit the wall." He's out to prove she's only just getting started.

Nadia wants to get out of her shift as soon as possible. But Paula doesn't seem to share the same goal as Nadia. How is Nadia supposed to finish her job ASAP when she has a co-worker who doesn't seem to care?

When Nessa joins a covert mafia unit led by a cold, ruthless boss, more monster than man, she steps into a world where trust is earned in blood and secrets run deeper than loyalty. The team operates in the shadows of Russia's most dangerous criminal networks. At the center is a man stripped of emotion, feared by enemies and allies alike. And Nessa, a woman who's spent her life pushing people away, trusting no one, is suddenly supposed to trust him with her life. They were forced into a world built on violence and deception, to find something neither of them ever dared to dream of. A slow-burn romance set in the heart of darkness. ************************************ Sneak peek: The moment he took off the blindfold, she didn't wait to see who it was. She pushed him away with all the strength she had left, kicking, struggling, fighting to stay alive. He grabbed both her wrists, holding them firmly, then she heard his voice, low and close. The Boss: "It's me, Nessa..." It was the first time he'd ever said her name. She froze, looked around the room, bodies everywhere, blood soaking the floor. And then she saw him right in front of her. "He came." She didn't even notice her own blood, the bruises, the pain. Nessa: "You came? Are you out of your mind? You were shot a day ago! I came here for you! And you dare show up like this, with a wo" Before she could finish, he pulled her into his chest. No words. Her eyes widened, and her tears fell. The Boss: "It's okay... You're safe." © 2025 Sara Habboubi. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, reproduced, distributed, or used in any form without the author's prior written consent.

𝕿𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓. 𝕿𝖊𝖓 𝖞𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌. 𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓, 𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖉. 𝕾𝖔 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖋𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗? ❝ 𝕴𝖙 𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖎𝖙'𝖘 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕭𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞. ❞

She escaped a house of cruelty and silence only to seek refuge in the tower of a man the world calls a monster. The Ridley girl cannot speak. Her past is a secret written in scars. When she escapes her father's estate, she expects death... not the cold mercy of Archmage Evior Asmodeus Malficar. The Archmage is powerful, reclusive, and feared throughout the land. His name alone keeps kingdoms trembling. But within the wards of his ancient tower, nothing is as it seems... least of all him. As strange magic stirs in the air and light itself begins to answer her presence, she must decide whether her silence will protect her... or destroy them both.

She was forged in steel and crowned in blood. Dahlia Ravanyr, monarch of shadows, built her empire on silence and the bones of betrayal. Her reign is defined by a single, sacred law: Never kneel. But a lifetime of ruthless control is shattered the night she encounters Vael Mouren. He is a mortal man. Undefined. Detached. He knows nothing of her immortal world, yet his eyes hold the primal, cold arrogance of a true predator. He doesn't fear her ancient power; he only demands her surrender. Their union is a scar on the heart of their kingdoms. She is the Vampire Queen of endless night; he is the man who tastes like ripe strawberries and commands her submission. As the political landscape fractures-threatened by ancient enemies and the volatile Bottomless Darkness Vael harbors-Dahlia must choose. Will his terrifying, buried power save her crumbling throne, or will his absolute possession be the weapon that finally brings her to magnificent ruin? He touched what no blade could reach-her hunger, her silence, her ruin. (A Dark Romantasy exploring themes of power exchange, dominance, and the magnificent, fatal cost of love.)

The moons remember what the world has forgotten. Hidden among mortals by her mother, Herinity, Avyanna has always lived in the quiet shadow of her gifted sister, Delilah. She was never meant to awaken, but when it comes, what should have been her long-delayed awakening becomes something far older, far more dangerous - a power whispered about only in the oldest lunar myths: the Lost Moonstone. Now hunted by prophecy and dreams of a kingdom lost beneath fractured moons, Avyanna must navigate a world where truth and illusion blur, and every secret her mother kept begins to unravel. As war stirs beyond the veils of Galariah, ancient forces awaken - including the exiled god who calls her "daughter." The High Council fractures, her sister succumbs to shadow whispers, and reality itself begins to bend under her emotions. As the moons align and the veil between realms shatters, Avyanna must decide whether she will be the Balance reborn or the ruin her blood was destined to bring. Because when the violet moon rises, salvation and destruction will share the same face. Power born of moons always demands sacrifice. And Avyanna is beginning to fear the price is her soul. Family. Love. Friendship. Betrayal. Loss. Only fate is in control now. Also, being posted on RoyalRoad!

Backup dancers don't catch the eye of K-pop idols. We don't get whispered invitations to private rehearsals. We definitely don't fall for the one person whose career could crumble if anyone found out. But Jaeon isn't like the headlines. Behind closed doors, he's vulnerable. Afraid. Real. And when he asks me to teach him what I know, I can't say no. Now every stolen glance, every touch that lingers too long, every moment we pretend this is just about the choreography-it's all a dangerous game we're playing. The rules say we can't be together. Our hearts say we already are.