It was never supposed to mean anything. Just a fleeting moment. A beautiful mistake, soaked in midnight and quiet desperation. One night to forget the rules. To taste freedom in the arms of a stranger. To let go without thinking of the morning after. No goodbyes. No consequences. Only touches that lingered too long, and memories etched into skin like whispers. But fate doesn't play fair. Because when Mia stepped into her classroom that Monday morning, time didn't just stop. It held its breath. And there she was. The stranger from that night. But not draped in shadows this time. No, now she stood in the light. Composed. Commanding. Off-limits. Her new English teacher. Their eyes met. A flash of recognition. A pause too long to be innocent. Mia's heart stumbled in her chest. The room faded, voices dulled, the world narrowed to just her. The woman she wasn't supposed to see again. The woman who now held her future in the palm of her hand. And maybe, just maybe, still remembered everything.

Sabrina Carpenter x Fem OC Currently 1 in #sabrinacarpenter Currently 1 in #sabrina Fresh off a demanding yet successful overseas tour, a disciplined 26 years old Royal Marines Captain reluctantly agrees to accompany her younger sister to a Sabrina Carpenter concert-more out of sibling duty than personal interest. Expecting little more than loud music and a crowd she doesn't quite fit into, she arrives guarded, composed, and out of place in civilian life. But the night shifts during the performance of "Juno." Amid flashing lights and a roaring audience, Sabrina's eyes lands on her-sharp posture, unbothered presence, and a quiet intensity that stands out in a sea of fans. Intrigued, Sabrina leans into the playful theatrics of the song, singling her out. In a flirtatious twist, she has the captain "arrested" as part of the act, pulling her briefly into the spotlight. The crowd cheers, her sister is ecstatic, and the captain-trained to remain unshaken under pressure-finds herself unexpectedly disarmed. As the concert continues, Sabrina keeps returning to her-subtle glances, teasing smiles, and knowing winks that feel far more personal than performance. What began as an sibling obligation turns into something confusing for the captain, who can't quite explain why she's feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Later that night, away from the stage lights, Sabrina and her friend Paloma slip out in disguise to a nearby bar, for a moment of normalcy. By coincidence-or perhaps something like fate-the captain ends up in the same bar, having been dragged along by her sister for post-concert drinks. Neither recognizes the other immediately. But when they do, the energy from the stage lingers-only now it's quieter, more intimate.

When I started posting my stories online, I didn't expect much traction. It was a fun outlet for the ideas I had swirling around my head. My husband supported my crazy storylines and listened to me narrate out loud the silly plots I planned to write. When a publisher contacted me to see if I would be interested in releasing one of my stories, I thought I was dreaming. I soon discovered it was all a prank and my favourite hobby turned my world into a real life storyline of betrayal and heartbreak. TW: - Online abuse/bullying - Betrayal by H (no cheating)

He left me on a hike in Alaska, three days before a snowstorm. He thought I'd die. I didn't. I thought I knew him. I didn't. I didn't know him at all.

In the quiet archives of Alfheim, a young scholar studies the language of Angels, content to read of worlds she has never seen. Her days are filled with ink and parchment, her evenings with family and the warm routines of home. But when a messenger from the Silver City arrives, his presence stirs something she has never named. Through his stories of singing cities, gardens of joyful volition, and doors that open for those who seek them, Loreli begins to hear a question she has long silenced. What if she was meant for more than the watching?

I never looked beyond my world. Yuraku has everything a Fae could want. We drink, we celebrate, and revel in all things pleasurable. But what if I want more, than just to be a cliche Fae.