Freddy's wife is gone, and nothing makes sense anymore. He decides to make breakfast, but is out of bread. On his way to the store, he steps into the past-his old dog, his childhood home, his father's anger-all waiting for him. He meets a beautiful woman who offers to help him. They search for what is real as she takes him home, only to discover the house on fire.

Lily Holloway was born from shadow and shaped by loss. Years after being sent away for her own safety, she returns to Heliosa-the sunlit kingdom that once part of her childhood and now holds the grave of the mother she never got to understand. But home is not the same as she left it. Her power, unpredictable and feared, stirs beneath her skin. Old memories rise as sharply as her blade. And the city she thought she remembered pulses with new life... and new dangers. Fate crosses her path with Juliene-the gentle fruit vendor whose quiet kindness once soothed her darkest days. Yet in the throne room looms King Leorien, the fire-born ruler tied to her past in ways she cannot yet face, a man whose devotion cuts as deeply as his temper. As ancient shadows reawaken across the land and secrets buried between in Heliosa and Thessarion begin to unravel, Lily must confront the truth behind her power-and what the world expects her to become. Torn between the flame that once burned her life apart and the calm that reminds her she is more than her past, Lily stands on the edge of a destiny written long before she was born. In a world where light and darkness walk side by side, she must choose: Will she be the weapon they fear... or the guardian they never saw coming? "Original fantasy fiction" #fantasyadventure #romance #darkfantasy #lovetriangle #worldbuilding #medieval © 2025 HR Tamba No copying or reposting.

a story where the hunter and hunted are bound by ink, marriage, and fate. this is what happens when a contract marriage comes to life-- not with hearts entwining or sparks of romance, but souls colliding. / this is not a man of myth and poetry. whatever you do, remember this: the hunter can only embrace when he lowers his bow.

(*This is my first Wattpad story so please click if you see this!!*) "Hold still," Ace said, but I couldn't seem to keep my hand steady. "Listen," I hissed. "I can't do this. I have..." "You have nothing," his whisper tingled against my ear. "Except me." -.-.-.- Sienna Coppers is a writer and journalist who has everything--until she doesn't. She can't seem to get published again, and her journalism is barely viewed before thrown out. She can't seem to make a big case or story, and as her savings run dry, the final blow, at least that's what she thinks, is delivered-- her boyfriend leaves her, taking almost everything with him. After a fun night, an opportunity is delivered to her. A fresh start, maybe. It's risky. It's dangerous. But Sienna is broke, scared, and alone--she'll take anything.

The Friendship That Defied Love! He's quiet. She's "perfect." So why can't they stay away from each other? Five years after meeting as kids, Kenji Yamamoto runs into Ichika Nakamura on the first day of high school. The bond they almost had is back... and this time, neither of them knows where it's going. I Won't Date You is a slow-burn romance light novel about growing up, falling for someone unexpected, and facing the truth you can't ignore.

An 18-year-old boy living with his older brother hides more than just the pain of his past-he carries a truth about himself that even he doesn't fully understand. Behind his cold, distant nature lies a secret existence born from shadows and power far beyond human. One day, he meets a girl whose beauty and presence challenge the walls he's built around himself. No matter how persistently she tries to get close, he resists.. because the closer she comes, the closer she is to uncovering the truth he swore to keep hidden. But secrets never stay buried forever. The question is: how long can he protect his true identity... before the world, and she.. find out who he really is?

When two unlikely friends find an alien creature on Mars, they have to avoid the genocidal nature of the Emperor and her fiends.

It is easy to worship the idols who glitter like gods. On stage they look untouchable, holy, eternal. I was never one of them. I was the girl in the back row, invisible. The kind you scroll past without noticing. Then one livestream mistake turned me into a meme. A meme into a trend. A trend into someone who caught the eye of the boy they call a saint - the boy with the perfect smile and the sins no camera can hide. Now millions adore me. They edit my face, ship my name, flood me with hearts until I almost believe I belong. Almost. But filters crack. Fame rots. And love, in their world, is never innocent. Because saints fall. And girls like me never rise with them. We shatter before we hit the ground.