Donna Beneviento has been lonely for years, wishing for a lovely companion to live in her big cottage house on hill next to the waterfall. Until one day, Mother Miranda tells her that she is getting a maiden. She was happy as well as her doll friend Angie. The maiden comes in, she introduces herself too Donna. And for the lady of the village, her breath was taken away by this maidens beauty and kindness.

You weren't sure how you got into this position. All you have known was gone and fear and panic is left in it's wake. You were taken away from you family, your mother. You were given to one of the lords by Mother Miranda herself. Donna Beneviento. That very name alone scared you. You were distant, you were silent. Just as silent as the lady herself. This caused confusion that soon got revealed. Doors open and maybe the doll maker and her chatty doll isn't so bad after all.

Arin Ryder is a demon that was abandoned at the orphanage in the small village in Romania. Wanting to prove herself to everyone she decides to steal from the Dimitrescu castle. Getting caught was not part of the plan but neither was falling in love. Will Arin show them who she really is or will she stay hidden. A roller coaster of events leads them to ask themselves is it all worth the risk. What happens when Miranda finds out? WARNING: this story will contain violence/murder, death. read to your own discretion!

"My name is Alcina Dimitrescu, you call me Dimitrescu or Lady Dimitrescu do you understand?" The woman towered over me. "I- um. Yes." I stuttered, shocked at how large she was. "What shall I call you?" The tall lady looked down at me. "Y/N." I looked back up to her. "Come now, my daughters await us."

Hi guys! So this is an alternate universe which means the plot is a bit different overall. It is Donna x maid. I also should probably add that there will be explicit content i.e. sex, cursing, all of that stuff. Just thought I'd put that out there! I own none of this franchise, I just really fell head over heels for this woman and could not help myself! I hope you all enjoy!

Claws of the Dragon is a Horror Romance fanfiction inspired by the song "Mx. Sinister" by the bad IDKHOW. This book is for 18+ readers due to themes such as Kidnapping, Murder, Violence, Sex, Stalking, and Drugs. For people not comfortable with these themes, do not read for your own well being. When stumbling into the hidden village, Lady Dimitrescu has her eyes on one particular who does not match the crowd. She feels a sudden tug in her chest and must take what she feels is rightfully hers. Even if it means keeping them captive.

For centuries, they ruled together-two monsters forged by the same curse, bound by blood and an aching love that even time could not fracture. Long before the village bowed to Miranda, before the castle was steeped in legend, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu had already chosen her consort-an equal, a mirror, a wife in every sense. Tall, fearsome, and just as cursed, you have always stood beside her. Through every kill. Every feast. Every moan in the dead of night. But when enemies old and new begin stirring, threatening the house you built together, you'll both have to rise again-not just as monsters, but as legends. And this time, the village will remember why House Dimitrescu was feared. You are not her pet. You are not her servant. You are her other half. Author Note: Please Read This Book contains detailed descriptions of sexual activities Do not read if under 18......No Minors allowed. This story has lived in my head for years-what if Lady Dimitrescu wasn't alone when Miranda cursed her? What if she had someone beside her... someone just as tall, just as powerful, just as terrifyingly devoted? House Dimitrescu: Her Other Half is a dark romance about immortality, power, and a love that never fades-even when drenched in blood. It's steamy, gothic, and rooted in emotional depth and ancient connection. Respectful, yes-but not without bite. Thank you for reading. Your support means everything. 🖤 -Renderes

Harper Quinn is all soft edges and vintage ribbons - the kind of girl who writes love poems she never sends and spends weekends digging through record bins. Nineteen. Bright-eyed. A little too curious. And far too drawn to the woman behind the desk. Professor Vivian Wolfe is everything Harper isn't. Forty. Composed. Cold. Draped in sharp suits and cigarette smoke, with a voice like velvet and a stare that cuts through excuses and innocence alike. Their worlds should never collide - not outside of annotated essays and closed classroom doors. But literature has always blurred the lines between longing and taboo. And Wolfe, for all her rules and red pens, starts reading Harper like a story she can't put down. She was supposed to teach her restraint. Instead, she taught her how it feels to burn.

COMPLETED Book Two in the Series After a heart wrenching breakup and poor working conditions, Cecilia decides to pursue an old dream of hers. She throws all of her efforts and resources into a non profit clinic in the heart of London. Unfortunately, her dream is tainted by the everlasting impression of Evelyn Hawthorne. She's back, she's colder than ever and has a taste for ruining Cecilia's plans. When Evelyn becomes the owner of the clinic, Cecilia refuses to bend the knee. She finds out rather quickly just how angry Evelyn is. With such close proximity, it becomes almost impossible not to tell her the truth. As their lives begin to intertwine again, Cecilia finds herself struggling to resist the temptation of rekindling their undying flame. Against her wishes, she learns to play by Evelyn's rules. It's Evelyn's Game after all.

Emily Nelson is an eighteen-year-old high school student stepping into her final year, determined to get through it like any other. But everything shifts when she meets Ms. Miller, the new English teacher, thirty-two, composed, and impossible to ignore. From the moment Emily walks into her classroom, something about Ms. Miller lingers in her mind. It starts small - a glance held a second too long, a voice that cuts through the noise, a presence that feels impossible to shake. But over time, those moments begin to build into something Emily can't quite name-and even less control. And yet, the more Emily tries to focus on everything else-school, friends, her final year-the harder it becomes not to notice her. Not to think about her. Not to want what she knows she shouldn't. What will happen when lines begin to blur, when silence becomes heavier than words, and when the distance between student and teacher starts to feel impossibly fragile? In a year meant for endings, Emily might just find herself beginning something she can't easily walk away from.