A mommy, a mama, and a little. What more could you want? She doesn't trust safety, because it's never lasted. But when she's placed with two women who refuse to give up on her, even when she pushes them away, she's forced to confront something more terrifying than fear... The possibility that this time, they might stay.

A gothic story set in Castle Dimitrescu about a young girl who travels with a seamstress to a remote castle for work. What starts as a simple stay turns tense and overwhelming as the castle proves to be huge, eerie, and full of things no one talks about. The girl struggles with fear and feeling out of place, and sometimes slips into younger, regressed states when things become too much for her. She's not really understood by anyone there at first. Lady Dimitrescu, the castle's strict and intimidating owner, isn't the type to care for guests-but she notices more than she lets on. Over time, things slowly shift as the castle stops feeling quite as cold, and something like reluctant protection starts to form.

"Rayne..." Miranda said, head tilting in curiosity, "can Mommy see what you've made?" I hesitated, suddenly getting nervous. Then I nodded and stood aside. She leaned in slightly, her gaze moving slowly across the page. She didn't speak right away, and every second of silence made my stomach twist tighter. I waited for corrections. For critique. For neutrality. Instead, she straightened. "This," Miranda said calmly, "is excellent." I blinked. "It is?" "Yes." This is a spin-off to my first story Little Maid :) (Photo from pinterest/@emilynoellephoto)

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

Her sigh was quiet, but heavy with something like disappointment. "You're far too stubborn for your own good." Before I could respond, she bent - and without warning, her arms were around me again. "Wait-! My Lady, please!" She lifts me up. One arm beneath my knees, the other steady behind my back. "Alcina-!" I squeaked, gripping her shoulder. She looked utterly unbothered. "If you refuse to rest on your own, then I will ensure it myself." She shifted her hold on me, placing me on her hip. We were halfway up the stairs before I realised what was happening. The other maids had stopped to stare, eyes wide. I put my face in Alcina's neck to hide myself as best as I could. "Oh no, oh no." Alcina chuckled. "Perhaps next time you'll listen when I tell you to stay in bed." Alcina said faint amusement curling in her voice. No character are mine except for Ella. This is based off of Resident Evil. (Photo from pinterest: @iamjacksonphotography)

Para aqueles que julgam ser mestres no jogo, mas percebem que as regras pertencem às donas do tabuleiro. Por trás dos jalecos brancos, existem figuras que ditam quem vive, quem morre e quem se ajoelha. Nesse universo, a dominação e a cura não são meras peças, elas são a Rainha. Dedicado aos peões insolentes que marcham acreditando na vitória, até descobrirem que quem dá o xeque-mate é quem começou a partida. 🔞⚠️ AVISO IMPORTANTE: CLASSIFICAÇÃO +18 ⚠️🔞 Esta fanfic é um DARK ROMANCE Médico e contém conteúdo adulto explícito e altamente sensível, sendo estritamente destinada a maiores de 18 anos. A narrativa explora o limite entre a ética e a submissão, não sendo recomendada para pessoas sensíveis aos temas abordados.

*THIS IS AN AGE REGRESSION STORY* Suzanna Gaidh is the daughter of a well known noble family. More importantly, at least to her, she is a writer. Her passion for knowledge and her writing skills are well known throughout the kingdom. When the neighboring Queen ends up ruling their kingdom, Susanna finds herself in a bit of a hard spot. With her family's obsession of prestige, she finds herself as a court scribe. She never intended to catch the eye of the Queen nor did she plan on becoming the queen's obsession.

*THIS IS AN AGE REGRESSION STORY* Princess Nymeria is well aware that her kingdom is in decline. It has been for hundreds of years after all. Unlike her ancestors, she's willing to reach out to try and get in contact with the supernatural kingdoms. Intent on re-establishing trade agreements and alliances, she never expected to gain the interest of the royal alliance. Along with their interest, she gains their protection. After all, she is their Little Princess.

A "little" one, feeling lost and searching in a world thats overwhelming, and a woman who has lost her reason to keep going. When their lives unexpectedly intertwine and their eyes meet, will they help each other find joy again? Brought together by fate, can they discover the love they've been longing for-and finally feel safe, warm, and truly loved?