[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." She sobbed. But he ignored her. He was addressing the crowd. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ★ In which he came to ruin her, but she became his ruin instead. ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

Nothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.

⁀➴ ''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘮 𝘐, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵?'' ''𝘕𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵!'' ''𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧**𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵?'' .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ── Paige Black knew exactly what she wanted. College, soccer, a scholarship. Then it all came crumbling down when that scholarship was suddenly revoked, forcing her to put college on hold and spend the summer with her cousin Jacob in La Push. She expected beaches, family bonfires and a break from everything. Instead, she arrived in a house of unexplained injuries, strange excuses, and boys who looked too old, too tense, too aware. Especially Paul. Tempered, unpredictable, and absolutely hiding something, Paul seemed determined to keep her away from the truth. But Paige's own determination was to uncover that truth, something that could only have led to heartbreak or worse. Unless there was a third option. ──── ☆ ──── Paul Lahote x Fem OC Started: 12/08/26 Finished: --- ⋆.˚ 𝙁𝙪𝙣 𝙣𝙪𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙨: ⤷ #1 Twilight 20/09/26 ⤷ #1 Imprint 18/09/26 ⤷ #2 Twilight 17/09/26

When Sophie Swan moves to Forks with her younger sister Bella for her final year of high school, she expects rain, quiet days, and being seen only as the new girl. She does not expect Emmett Cullen. Emmett is impossible to ignore. He is warm when he should be distant, playful when he should not care, and protective in ways Sophie cannot explain. One moment he draws her in, the next he pulls away, leaving her with more questions than answers. From the beginning, Sophie feels a pull toward him she cannot name, something steady and inescapable, like gravity itself. The closer they grow, the heavier it becomes. Forks is full of secrets, and Emmett Cullen is one of them. Sophie is determined to uncover the truth, even if it means stepping into a world she never meant to be part of. Some forces are stronger than choice. Some connections cannot be escaped. Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or its characters. All original characters and the Twilight universe belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own my original characters, including Sophie Swan, Amber Robinson, Ella Hastings, Connor Burns, and Kyle Evans. This story is a work of fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only. Author's Note: This story may contain mature themes, violence, sexual situations, and character death. Please read at your own discretion. Translations: If you're interested in translating Gravity into another language, please reach out to me first before starting a translation. Thank you so much for your support!

You are 17 year old (Y/N) (L/N), living a peaceful life in the town of Woodsboro. Everything goes great: you have caring parents, friends, a boyfriend who loves you, and you can't complain about your grades in school. All in all, life is treating you well. However that changes when the one year anniversary of Maureen Prescott's death is right around the corner. As a murder spree begins and the body count goes up, trusting the ones you hold close becomes more and more difficult. *~*~* ♡ A Billy Loomis x F!reader x Stu Macher book where Billy and Stu are strictly best friends, sharing the same interest. You. ♡ Reader insert ♡ Cover put together by me ♡ I do not own any of the characters. Those belong to the Scream franchise! ♡ Highest rankings: #1 in Scream #1 in stalker #1 in psychopaths #1 in characterxreader #1 in billyloomis #1 in sidneyprescott #4 in stumacher #1 in scarystories #5 in movie

They were forged in war and fractured by the same hands that made them monsters. Katherine Zola was born with a name she never chose, the daughter of HYDRA's most notorious architect. A child genius, a living weapon, and the program's most effective ghost. Her mission logs were sealed in blood and buried in silence-until one day, she was given a name: Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. She didn't know why HYDRA wanted him-not at first. Only that she was ordered to track, weaken, and retrieve him. That her mission began before his fall from the train in 1945. That she was the reason he ended up in enemy hands. And she did it. She followed orders. She delivered him. What she didn't expect was to care. What she didn't plan for was falling in love with the man she helped damn. Bucky Barnes thought he was just another casualty of HYDRA-another soldier stripped of self and turned into a weapon. But the truth was darker. His capture wasn't chance. It was chosen. He was targeted by a girl with smoke in her lungs, ghosts in her eyes, and a lie tucked in her smile. A girl who became everything to him, right before she disappeared. Decades later, they stand on opposite sides of the same war-both survivors of mind control, both drowning in guilt. And both still tethered to each other by a past neither can outrun. Because she was his mission long before he ever became hers. -Set during Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America: Civil War, Avengers: Infinity War, The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, Thunderbolts -long book, buckle up for the ride. #1 in thewintersoldier 9.24.25 #1 in original character 9.23.25 #1 in natasharomanoff 12.28.25 #1 in avengersfanfiction 1.6.26 #2 in jamesbarnes 9.24.25 #3 in samwilson 10.9.25 #3 in marvel 12.30.25 #6 in wintersoldier 9.24.25

A sequel to 'The Winter She Made' They were made by HYDRA. Remade by Wakanda. And now-they're trying to live like the world can't take anything else from them. Katherine Zola spent her life following orders she never chose-raised by a ghost, trained to seduce and dismantle, and ultimately tasked with delivering Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes into the hands of the very program that would erase him. That was then. Now she wakes up in D.C. with sunlight on the floor, a wedding ring on her finger, a daughter who laughs with her whole chest, and a husband who looks at her like forgiveness is a language he was born speaking. The Winter Soldier is gone. Persephone is a ghost. And for the first time in her life, Katherine is building something that doesn't require her to bleed for it. Bucky Barnes is done spilling blood for someone else's cause. These days, he fights with bills instead of teeth. Words instead of weapons. Trying to reshape the world that once broke them with nothing more than policy and sheer, stubborn hope. For a man engineered to kill, he's learning how to repair. And Katherine is learning too. Not how to be harmless-she never will be-but how to be whole. How to love without punishment. How to stay. So when the Thunderbolts Initiative rises-an uneasy alliance of ex-criminals, ghosts, outcasts, and shadows the world tried to forget-she agrees. Not out of punishment. Not out of penance. Out of choice. Because if Bucky's going to carry the weight of their history into battle again, she refuses to let him carry it alone. Because she understands better than anyone what it means to be repurposed. To be salvaged. To be feared. The Thunderbolts aren't Avengers. They aren't symbols. They're survivors. And maybe-if they're careful-they're the beginning of something stronger. Something new. Monsters break things. But the two of them-the Winter she made, the past she undid-they are learning how to mend. Together.

"'til Brooklyn sinks." She entered the world in the same breath as a legend-Stella Grace Rogers, twin sister to Captain America. A fighter, a flame, laughter caught in her lungs and bruises etched into her knuckles. Long before the world christened her Americana, she was only Brooklyn's brightest spark-Bucky Barnes' whole, unshakable heart. Bucky was Steve's friend first. Stella's second. But somewhere between the teasing glances and the stolen dances, he fell-hard, helpless-for the girl with a golden heart and fire burning through her bones. They were young. They were in love. They were engaged to be married. And then the war split everything wide open. Seventy years later, history remembers her as Americana: the woman with the vibranium liberty ring, the unyielding icon, a legacy carved in blood and sacrifice. But behind the title remains the girl who never stopped grieving the boy with the metal arm-the boy who once swore her forever. She burned bright. He was forged into a weapon. And now, as the past rises again from the ice, all that endures is the love that time could never bury. Some ghosts wear dog tags. Some wear diamond rings. -Set during Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Captain America: Civil War, Avengers: Infinity War, The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, and some Avengers: Endgame -long book, buckle up for the ride. #1 in jamesbuchananbarnes 11.5.25 #1 in thewintersoldier 11.6.25 #1 in original character 9.24.25 #1 in marvelfanfic 12.7.25 #2 in buckybarnes 12.1.25 #2 in captianamerica 10.13.25 #3 in captainamerica 10.11.25 #4 in captainamerica 11.6.25 #5 in jamesbuchananbarnes 11.2.25

A sequel to 'Americana' Some loves become legend. Some legacies become wounds. Stella Grace Rogers was born beside a legend-but legends were never what broke her. Love was. The world knew her as Americana: Steve Rogers' twin sister, original Avenger, the woman with the Liberty Ring and blood on her hands enough to make history remember her. But history never learned the truth. It never learned how much of Stella was built around two boys from Brooklyn- one born with her, one who chose her-and how both of them left scars that no war ever could. Because Bucky Barnes came back. Then vanished. Then came back again. And after seventy lost years, five more stolen in ash and silence should have been enough to kill whatever was left of them. It wasn't. Some loves are too stubborn to die. Some loves crawl out of wreckage with their teeth bared. Some loves look like Bucky relearning Stella's laugh, Stella relearning the shape of his hands, and both of them trying to build a life in the aftermath of every version of the world ending. But healing has never been simple for the people history won't stop touching. Steve's shield still casts a shadow. The Avengers are becoming something new, something she doesn't know how to forgive. Sam Wilson is her partner now, steady where she is fire, and together they protect a legacy that no longer feels clean in their hands. And Bucky sees all of it. He sees the way Stella sneers at the shield instead of admitting it hurts. The way she acts like Steve's name means nothing, when really it means too much. But Bucky Barnes has always known the truest thing about Stella Rogers: she can survive anything except being asked not to feel. And when the past rises again, Stella will have to choose what to protect-the anger that kept her alive, or the love that kept her his. Because the world may belong to Captain America. But Bucky Barnes has always belonged to Stella Grace Rogers.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​