"You ready, B?" 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 asks, his hand reaching up to respectfully tip the brim of her starlit cowboy hat. "Ready, Captain," 𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞́ smirks, her grip tightening around the handle of her silver-studded baseball bat: 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐜𝐞. ✪✪✪ When a conflict brings the star-spangled super-soldier face-to-face with the Queen of the Beyhive, the world doesn't just get a new hero-it gets a revolution. In a world where the headline "America Has a Problem" is no longer just a lyric but a daily reality, Steve Rogers finds himself out of time and out of his league. That is, until he meets Beyoncé Knowles-Carter, a diva who wields influence like a shield. As an underground organization threatens to rewrite global history, this unlikely duo must navigate a cross-country chase that is equal parts tactical warfare and high-fashion espionage. Between dodging high-tech bullets and sharing quiet, moonlit moments in rural Texas, the sparks between the soldier and the superstar become impossible to ignore. Steve fought for the America of the past, but Beyoncé is fighting for the America of the future. Together, they'll prove that justice is best served with a side of Southern hospitality and a whole lot of soul. #The Cowboy and The Captain #Steveyoncé #1 in #beehive - 5/21/26 #1 in #fascinating - 5/26/26

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 2026 𝖥𝖨𝖥𝖠 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖼𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍.

Sold to the palace at thirteen, Lin Xiao learned to survive by being invisible. Seven years later, invisibility stops working the night the Emperor notices him. Wei Cheng is a tyrant - feared, unpredictable, and utterly merciless to anyone who crosses him. He's also the last person in the empire Xiao ever wanted to catch the eye of. But the Emperor doesn't forget faces. And he doesn't let go. ----- ORIGINAL Note: This isn't my first time writing a Chinese fantasy novel, but no story is ever completely free of mistakes. If you notice any errors, please keep in mind that this is still a draft. Once the story is fully written, I'll go back and revise, edit, and polish it thoroughly. Thank you for your patience and support.

- *•..° ❝𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓❞ she thought she had everything in life and then it disappears in the span of seconds. she's done with believing in love after he betrayed her. and then she meets him - he who restores her faith in love. that maybe there's also someone for her. *•..° ❝𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀❞ ｡.*･ﾟ*✧ - [ kylian mbappe x black! oc ] [ real life x social media ] [ lowercase intended ]

NONE OF IT WAS REAL ! - faking love, falling deeply -IN WHICH Thandeka, a totally clueless girl who's simply trying to complete her studies, agrees to fake-date Real Madrid star-boy, Jude Bellingham. Do they hit it off instantly, or does it take time for the arranged couple to warm up to each other ?

This story is the fanfiction of ShenGao Couple from ABO Desire. I feel like both in the novel and the series their story is still incomplete and there's so many things left untold about this couple. That's why I created this fanfiction as my own version of the continuity of their story.

Shaoyou has been seeing Gao Tu a lot these days that he grew the habit of seeing his face. Gao Tu is definitely not his type in any way possible not look wise not character wise and not gendered wise. But still he can't help but be curious of this ordinary looking beta man. Knowing him makes Shaoyou see this mediocre secretary in different light. Is this attraction ? or this is just pity from one human to another ? All the characters belongs to the original author. This is pure fiction and none of it is intended to hurt anyone's feelings. The story setting is same off that of Abo desire novel. Picks up the story from the day Sheng Shaoyou went to HS Group. Not a English native person so may lack in grammar.

What happens when a mafia boss, wakes up in the body of a failed athlete who had given up on everything. His family, his children and died thinking he was a good-for-nothing alpha. Read to know how a mafia boss who loves cooking transmigrates, gets a male omega wife who is a doctor and doesn't trust him, gets cute babies and a f-ed up life. This is all about how he rebuilds a nice happy family.

Su Bai had died once before. And now, after his rebirth, he was done. Done with the chaos, the heartbreak, and the endless cycle of torment. He refused to endure it all over again. This time, he wanted nothing more than a peaceful, quiet life-far away from the entangled mess of these so-called protagonists. Because, yes, this world was a novel. A clichéd, overly dramatic love story. And Su Bai? He was nothing more than a disposable tool, a plot device designed to deepen their undying love for each other. His legally wedded husband-the protagonist, the perfect, untouchable gong-was at the center of it all. F*** this. Su Bai wanted no part of it anymore. He had been kind, accommodating, and patient. But this time, the "tool man" was done being used. The version of Su Bai who had endured everything with a smile, who played his role obediently, was gone. "Goodbye," he muttered to himself as he shut the door on his old life. And yet, there he was-the original gong, his husband-kneeling outside the house on a durian of all things. The sight would have been comical if it weren't so absurd. But Su Bai didn't care anymore. The pleading, the regret-it all meant nothing now. He didn't want revenge, forgiveness, or closure. He just wanted his peace. This time, Su Bai vowed, he would live for himself.

Zheng Peng was the black sheep of the prestigious Zheng family. While his elder brother was a disciplined officer, and his parents were respected politicians, Zheng Peng was the family's troublemaker-lazy, playful, and careless. Parties, street fights, and scandals were part of his weekly routine. One night, after a reckless argument in a bar, he got into a fight with the wrong person-a dangerous underground figure. Outnumbered and badly injured, he fell to the ground, his vision fading as thunder roared in the sky. His last thought was regret and defiance: "I still haven't proven them wrong." But when he opened his eyes again... he wasn't dead. He was lying in silk sheets, surrounded by servants bowing deeply-and calling him, "Your Majesty, The Empress!"