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_ Aemyna Targaryen has always been the quiet one. The one of few words, the soft spoken shadow trailing behind her twin brother aemond Targaryen. Living by the rules of the red keep she stayed small,silent and harmless But nothing stays harmless in a family built on fire. Aegon Targaryen,her oldest brother.Chaos itself. Notices the girl, nobody else watches, he is torn between self loathing and arrogance, between violence and vulnerability, between sarcasm and witty words He should protect her. He should cherish her He should be the one person she never fears Instead,he becomes the first. His cruelty hooks into her softness, her trembling quiet bruises his ego, he hates how she flinches slightly but most of all he hates how much he cares she does. And somewhere between fear and fury, something tangles the web, a bond neither can name,want or outrun. It starts as their duty and becomes their choice.

"You had everything- the crown, the love. the name. and I had your shadow." "You're my sister-" "I was your shadow first. Your sister second. And I'm tired of pretending I don't hate how easily everyone choses you." Reign Season 1 - ? Female Oc x Male Oc

"You really shouldn't be wandering around like this. There are rules you can't just do whatever you want" Carmen's eyes narrowed "I'm a fucking Shelby. And I can do whatever the bloody hell I want." Peaky Blinders Season 1 - ? Male Oc x Female Oc

In a kingdom where the dragon's breath caresses the horizon, its wings beating the skies, the fiery breaths fall silent. Beauty mingles with secrecy, and tenderness is cloaked in mystery. Hearts open like flowers in the morning, promising light and hope. The softness of silk caresses the skin, fragile and tempting, while beneath its surface secrets and scars are hidden. For behind the veil of silk, shadows lengthen, vows crack, and silence hides blades. In this game of appearances, the truth is often the most dangerous of thorns, the deadliest of silks, and the ugliest of scars. Every gesture, every promise, bears the traces of old, sweet memories that have become deep, silent wounds. In a world where appearances veil the truth, where beauty conceals pain, even invisible scars tell stories, legends that we dare not even whisper. Between deceptive gentleness and buried desires, the boundary is fragile. For learning to recognise the manipulation behind gentleness, learning to recognise the pain behind a beautiful facade, learning to recognise a lie in a truth quickly becomes a matter of survival, and that requires more than just a mask.

The youngest daughter of the crown, Alyrie Targaryen, was raised in the pious shadow of the Hightower of Oldtown. But beneath the sacred light of the Seven, she discovered a temptation that would become her Original Sin. Now, summoned home to a court teetering on the brink of war, the Greens await their pious pawn. But Alyrie returns to King's Landing as the architect of her own Eden lost, ready to spread her corruption from the heart of the court itself. Gwayne Hightower x OC Aemond Targaryen x OC Aegon Targaryen x OC

In ancient Kemet-where gods still shape fate- two powerful souls are set to collide. 𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚, the Pharaoh's radiant and feared daughter, is worshipped as the Gem of Egypt, a woman touched by the very light of Ra. Beautiful, untouchable, and dangerous to desire, she has never bowed to anyone-mortal or divine. She embodies the strength of a goddess, unknowing of her full potential. 𝐈𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐨𝐫 is her opposite: a rising Tahtib warrior of brutal, inhuman strength, rumored to carry the shadowed power of Anubis. Born from dust and battle, he is disciplined, deadly, and utterly unafraid of the crown. Coming from a background of dark untold secrets, yet to be unveiled.. When Ikauhor conquers the arena with godlike ferocity, the Pharaoh commands him to take on a forbidden duty: 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐫𝐚. Their hatred is immediate. Their attraction, undeniable. Their souls-ancient echoes of sun and shadow-recognize each other before their minds do. Unaware of the sacred bond Ra and Anubis had made centuries before, where fate brings them together. Zahra sees Ikauhor as a threat to divine order. Ikauhor sees her as a sun-blessed tyrant who could burn the world-or him. But prophecy whispers of a union powerful enough to either restore balance to the gods... or plunge Egypt into chaos. Bound by duty yet pulled together by fate, Zahra and Ikauhor must confront the truth: Their desire is not merely forbidden- it is cosmic, dangerous, and capable of shaking the empire to its core.

If you worship your sanity whatsoever, I beg for you to put this book down.