BETWEEN TWO LUNGS | ❛ hell hath no fury like a faerie scorned . . . ❜ in which a spy of the court has a mission and she's not going to like it! STARTED 14/09/19 COMPLETED ──── wervwolfs ©

I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

𝐴𝑁 𝐸𝑀𝑃𝑌𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑁 𝐹𝐴𝑁𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 | 𝑋𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑅𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝘅 𝑂𝐶 | 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑰𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 ‼𝑆𝑃𝑂𝐼𝐿𝐸𝑅𝑆‼ "If you're not who you were, and you're not who you pretend to be... then who are you?" Lila Morgan didn't expect to wake up after she jumped. And she definitely didn't expect to wake up in the world of Fourth Wing-the book that once kept her going through the darkest nights. But this isn't a dream. It's not fiction. And survival here demands more than knowledge of what's "supposed" to happen. Now living under the name Liora Emberveil, she tells herself this is a second chance. A chance to become someone stronger. Better. Someone worth something. She throws herself into the role of a fictional heroine; confident, brave, untouchable. But no matter how fast she runs, she can't outrun herself. Because the truth is: Lila didn't come here healed. She came here broken. She's anxious, self-destructive, and still carrying the weight of a life she didn't want to live. And the more she tries to control the story, the more it spirals. Every decision rewrites the future she thought she knew. Every connection threatens the mask she's carefully built. And when she catches the attention of Xaden Riorson-a man who sees too much-her carefully drawn lines begin to blur. ⭐︎★If you enjoy this story on Wattpad but want options, it's also available on AO3! Feel free to check it out there to read, download, and support me on another platform. Thanks for being here, and happy reading!★⭐︎

♡ 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜. ♡ Odette Bianca Kennedy is just trying to survive the chaos of her own life. Her parents keep pushing her into more modeling jobs, even pulling her out of public school so she can model more. All the while, Odette's own dreams-to quit modeling and pursue singing and songwriting-keep slipping further away. Somewhere along the way, she stopped striving for greatness and started settling for 'good enough.' She did have one thing she could count on. And that was books. In between the stress of the immense pressure to succeed in life, she could bury herself in the comforting pages of a good book and disappear. Metaphorically, that is. Then one day, after a particularly heated argument with her mom, she picked up her favorite book, The Cruel Prince, and started to read. She didn't think that soon, she would literally disappear into the book. She didn't know that soon, she would catch the interest of a particular faerie prince. She didn't know that soon, her whole life was going to change. The Cruel Prince and most of the characters in this fanfiction belong to Holly Black, I do not claim to own any of her characters or her book. This book was published only on Wattpad on February 5th 1:45 PM PST Not by the scammy website stealing my works.

⚜ 𝐸𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 ⚜ Ophelia Juliet Cressida Mitchell is eighteen years old and a high school senior. With a 4.0 GPA, almost all of her classes being AP, and colleges practically flinging full-ride scholarships at her, she has a bright future ahead. She also has an unhealthy obsession with a certain Fate who loves to eat apples. Maybe too unhealthy... So when she literally gets flung into the book, things take a turn. Suddenly, her problems aren't just the boring, unnecessary high school classes she has to take (like Flower Arranging 101-why does she need to learn how to make flower arrangements to become a therapist??). Suddenly, her problems aren't just her douchebag ex-boyfriend begging her to take him back. Suddenly, her problems aren't just her helicopter parents breathing down her neck. Now, her problems are all about Jacks of the freaking Hollow, and how he wants to leave her to fend for herself... but somehow can't bring himself to actually do it. - Updates soon (probably) - #1 in Jacks None of these characters are mine (except Ophelia Juliet Cressida Mitchell). They all belong to the wonderful Stephanie Garber.

Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

Eliza Riorson is twenty years old. The war is over. The names Mia and Xaden Riorson are enough to make the highest ranking nobles shake in their boots and plead forgiveness for crimes they hadn't even comitted. For Eliza, they're simply, Mom and Dad. And oh, she longs to be like her mother. To Eliza, Mia Riorson is not a legend to be examined. Not a myth. She is a mother who chose love in a world that demanded cruelty. A woman who did what was necessary. A protector. A saviour. The woman who single-handedly prevented Navarre from destruction. And Eliza intends to be just like her. Aren has never belonged to the world of queens and councils. Sharp-tongued, freckled, and perpetually unimpressed by authority, he is known more for his irreverence than his influence. He laughs when he should bow. He questions what others accept. He notices what powerful people overlook. And he fell in love with Eliza Roy the moment she grabbed him by the ear and demanded answers. Or maybe when she tackled him for pulling her into the fountain. Or maybe a million other times. But Aren knows where he stands. Eliza Roy is a queen in everything but name. And Aren is just a boy who doesn't belong in her story. Or so he thinks.

NOW WITH A BRAND NEW COVER MADE BY THE WONDERFUL WHOKILLEDIVI If you asked most people about Ava Melgren you'd get the same answer. She's a spoilt brat that's unfortunately pretty good at what she does. And that's exactly how she wants to be seen. Exactly how she's carefully crafted herself to be perceived. It's how she has to continue to be perceived if she is to remain alive. Because she has a secret. A secret that could get her, and everyone she commands, killed. She's leading another rebellion. Or as she likes to call it: a revolution. Xaden Riorson's band of smugglers can pack it up because she's not messing around. Bodhi Durran x femOC

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.