Kintsukuroi is the art of repairing broken pottery with gold, honoring faults instead of hiding them, and my inspiration for this piece. After the bloody wedding, Albora falls silent, Alya and Deniz disappear, and Cihan searches until the trail suddenly disappears. This is a S3 AU about loss and the kind of love that's strong enough to embrace flaws, instead of trying to erase them.

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

I was this close to making it-five seconds from graduating one of Italy's top architecture universities. One internship. One thesis. That's all that stood between me and the future I've been working for. A job at a top firm. A chance to finally pay off the loans my aunt took just so I could study. This year was supposed to be the finish line. But no. They sent me to him. Serkan Bolat. The architect with the icy stare and a reputation that makes grown professionals flinch. Perfectionist. Ruthless. Zero tolerance for mistakes. Most interns don't survive the week. But I'm not most interns. I'm not here to impress him-I'm here to get my diploma, no matter what it takes. P.S. This is my first (and last) fanfic, inspired by the fire between Hande and Kerem-and the characters that still live rent-free in my head.

~ I swallowed harshly, "Please don't. Please don't kill him." The man on the floor let out a broken cry at my feet, I got down onto my knees and took his hands into mine. He lowered his head to my hands, sobbing all over me. I felt my eyes brim with tears at the sight of him before me, trying to soothe my thumbs against his skin, but he was holding my hands too tightly. "P-please don't." I looked up at the man. His eyes were a green that I'd never seen before. Despite how bright they were, I could tell that there was absolutely nothing kind behind them. He looked down at me. The only word to describe his face was bored. He was bored at the appearance in-front of him. In an instant, the man stood behind leaned forward and shot him right through the side of the head. Dodging my hands, but ultimately, blowing the man's brains all over my face. He went limp, falling onto me. I gently lifted my hand up to my face, feeling something unusual settle in my mouth. I brought my hand back before me and saw blood all over myself. It was in my mouth. I crawled back away from the man, slowly. I couldn't hold myself up, with the weight of him on me too. I'd failed to move, the weight of him actually suffocating me now. Sobs were beating against my chest, heavy and stuttered breaths fought them back. I screamed. I was faced with no other than the true devil. Ranked #1 in HarryStyles. 22.03.26 Ranked #1 in Darkharrystyles 26.03.26

Determined and quick thinking, Amelia Conti is okay on her own. She's also an expert in outdoor sports. So when her boss offers her the winter hike of a lifetime, she says yes even before she knows who she'll be guiding. Or how much it will pay. If she'd taken the time to research the man who bought the last-minute premium tour, a demanding CEO named Damien Serrano, she might have reconsidered her answer. Well, maybe not. It is an absurd amount of money. He's grumpy to her sunshine, Christmas-lover to her Christmas dread, and the kind of man used to getting what he wants. Arrogance might work in a boardroom, but on the side of a mountain in the middle of winter, it's a hazard. If Damien can't learn to relinquish some control, they might not make it to the end of the hike alive. But everything comes to a head when an unexpected weather event pushes them even closer together. Water meets fire and something has to give. The question is, who will bend first? ~ * ~ * ~ This is one of the novellas I'm writing for ONC 2023. You can find the rest on my profile! This story is based primarily on prompt 13. "You were at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and now you are running for your life!"

Free-spirited homebody Erica doesn't want to be queen. Which is fine, because her single, independent older sister Gemma is more than ready for the job. But their father doesn't care about any of that. He thinks a queen ought to be married and producing heirs (Yes, he really says producing heirs) if she is to take the throne. No matter how hard the girls try to convince him, the king will not budge. Gemma needs to get married at her upcoming birthday ball or he passes her over in favour of her sister being the next queen. Desperate to turn their circumstances back right-side-up, the two concoct a plan to find someone for Gemma to choose who will definitely not choose her back. But in order to do that, Erica is going to have to work together with her longtime crush. Who doesn't know she exists. She'll have to keep her feelings in check if she's going to convince him to help, but she might want to offer him a little something in return. ~ * ~ * ~ This is one of the five novellas I'll be writing for this year's ONC! You can find the rest of the stories (Hang it Up, Christmas at the Cabin, Love Lies & Red Eyes, and Runaway Fiances) on my profile! This story is based on prompt #49: "Master the rules of the game until you can play it better than they can."

"Nice place," he said, voice low, smooth with a slight rasp. Alya hadn't moved. Her heart stuttered in her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't speak. Cihan was here, in this house, in her space, and the air already felt different. Denser. Sharper. She swallowed. "Hoş geldin." Cihan's gaze lingered a beat longer before he nodded. "Good to see you, Doctor Hanim." And just like that, her spine straightened. She wasn't Boran's wife at that moment, she was herself again. A woman with a name and a mind and a history that hadn't been erased." -mature content in later chapters. - An AU CIHAL storyline -Alya thought she married a man full of charm and promise. But Boran isn't the husband he once was - secrets, control, and dangerous shipments have replaced his laughter. When Cihan, Boran's older brother, returns, Alya finds someone who sees her strength instead of silencing it. But with every glance and every stolen moment, the line between loyalty and desire begins to blur. Caught between a crumbling marriage, a criminal empire, and a forbidden pull she can't deny, Alya must decide what , and who, she's willing to risk everything for.

When Cihan Albora-the silent, feared Aga of Mardin-steps into a glittering Istanbul gala, he expects nothing more than business and formality. What he doesn't expect... is her. Alya Smith, a brilliant neurosurgeon with a calm presence and eyes that see far deeper than most, becomes the only light strong enough to cut through the shadows he's carried his whole life. One look is all it takes for something to shift-quietly, dangerously. But powerful families are watching. Old enemies are stirring. And the fragile moment between them threatens to spark a storm neither city is ready for. Two worlds. One silent pull neither of them can explain. A story born in the space where his shadow met her light.

When everything falls apart, is there still hope to recover and come back?

I am no special vampire. Actually, I am a Newborn by their standards. I don't have any special title or bloodline to the original vampires. How I ended up like this? Bad timing and a Pureblood vampire. At least, I wasn't treated like a whore. Since I am that lucky, I am the Newborn that gives the Alpha Vampire blood when he wants it. And before this? I was a normal kid at school laughing at Markiplier Youtube videos at home, not just that; I was a dropout. A zero. Now I live by the mercy of the Alpha Vampire, I officially hate my life. Worst: the Alpha Vampire hits on me, and I am a guy! Where is the logic in that? STATUS: COMPLETED GENRE: VAMPIRE HOMOSEXUAL ROMANCE ( MAN X MAN ) WARNINGS: MATURE AND SEX REWRITE VERSION POSTED ON INKITT (astroelles) COVER © cover by @jouceras FILTER © by kaijucat LEV © @jouceras, 2015