At 23, Elena Vance has her life mapped out: survive law school, get through her late night shifts at a Manhattan diner, and eventually build a career putting dangerous men behind bars. Then a dangerous man starts sitting in her section. He calls himself Pete. Pete Castiglione. He drinks his coffee black, keeps his back to the wall, disappears for days at a time, and looks like he hasn't slept peacefully in years. Elena knows he's lying about who he is. She just doesn't know how much. Until one rainy night, he walks into the diner bleeding. A bottle of cheap whiskey, a roll of gauze, and one gunshot wound later, Elena finds herself standing between the knees of a shirtless stranger who carries more scars than explanations - and realizes the quiet man from her corner booth is tangled in something far darker than she ever imagined. His real name is Frank Castle. And Elena should run. Instead, she starts asking questions. Frank has already buried everyone he ever loved. He has no intention of dragging a sharp-tongued, stubborn law student into the blood-soaked world of the Punisher - no matter how easily she gets under his skin, how useful her brilliant legal mind becomes, or how quickly the diner starts feeling like the only place in New York where the ghosts go quiet. But Elena has never been particularly good at doing what she's told. What begins with black coffee, bloodstained gauze, and sarcastic midnight conversations becomes something neither of them knows how to survive: a slow, dangerous collision between a woman determined to choose her own life and a man convinced that loving her means staying out of it. Because Frank Castle knows how to take a bullet. He knows how to wage a war. He knows how to lose everything. What he doesn't know is how to let himself have something worth coming home to.

New life in New York, Stellar knew that a fresh start away from London would start new opportunities, she would be more confident, more bold, more hardworking, more fun! And yet when she finds herself dragging emotional and physical baggage from back home, she meets her first challenge, and she won't be one to back down. - Jon, mechanic in Brooklyn, he's gone long enough in his life not trying to please anyone, how? Not letting anyone close enough, what's the point? He's very happy with how things are right now, mostly peaceful But when a very opinionated British girl needs his help a random night in New York, he wonders if he'll ever see her again, better not, that weird tightness in his chest when she speaks can't be good.

You never expected that working at a small bakery would somehow bring you into a weird old man's life. He's intimidating, and you're not sure if you should trust him. After accidentally seeing something you weren't supposed to, you find yourself caught in a situation far more dangerous than you ever imagined. Frank knows he can't just leave you alone, so for a while, you have no choice but to stay with him. What starts with awkward conversations, arguments and shared silence slowly turns into something neither of you expected. ❗️GUYS ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I'M SORRY FOR THE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES❗️ This is a 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻 story. I'll try to post 1-2 chapters every day! Don't forget to vote if you enjoy the story! ❤️ If you don't like it, that's totally fine you can simply leave. No need for mean comments. I hope you enjoy the story! <3

There was something about the town of Ganford that made people stay. Maybe it was the burnt orange skies of the desert, or the state route that stretched across it. Everybody knew everybody. Everybody had their secrets. Lily Campbell spent 22 years of her life learning them. Ganford made people predictable. Except for one man. Foster Harrigan came and went with the seasons. The Campbells have been family friends with Foster longer than Lily could remember. After years of silence surrounding the mysteries of the town, Lily digs deeper, only to continuously run into the man who secretly ran Ganford.

lyra never expected a small audition to change her life. at twenty-five, she was broke, unknown, and almost ready to give up on acting. then she landed the role of sierra, a nineteen-year-old girl who falls for the legendary frank castle. opposite her was jon bernthal. he was married, a father, and nothing like the intimidating character he played on screen. they became friends almost immediately, and their chemistry was impossible to ignore. soon, the whole world wanted them together. edits. interviews. rumors. stolen glances. everyone was convinced there was something between them. except lyra and jon. because sometimes, the line between acting and reality isn't as clear as you think. and maybe everyone else noticed it before they did.

(This is not a fanfic) There are secrets that burn more than fire. For me the secret has a first and last name, not to mention he shares drinks with my father in the living room. And obsessive attraction consumed in secret, where every touch is a betrayal and every confession is made in whispers.

Kalisten, héritier d'un réseau de mercenaires à Londres, n'a toujours connu que des missions de mort. Jusqu'au jour où on lui confie l'inverse : protéger une cible. Mais tout bascule lorsqu'il découvre que la femme à sauver n'est peut-être pas une inconnue...

Ghost est de retour à Londres après trois ans passés en Irak. Hanté par son passé et les liens qui le rattachent à une mystérieuse organisation, il cherche à se reconstruire et à oublier les horreurs de la guerre. Cependant, son devoir l'amène à accepter une mission inhabituelle : protéger Cassie Bennett, la fille d'une politicienne obsédée par sa carrière. Cassie, qui se sent invisible aux yeux de sa mère, se retrouve quant à elle brusquement plongée dans un monde de danger lorsqu'un mystérieux harceleur s'immisce dans sa vie. Ghost et Cassie sont forcés de se côtoyer. Mais au milieu de ces tourmentes... Une question se pose : à quel point ce lien forcé est-il dangereux pour eux ? C'est déjà trop tard, les rues sombres de Londres les entraînent dans une spirale infernale, où les secrets et les mensonges se dévoilent un à un. "𝙴𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚜 𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘̂𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚞𝚒 𝚊̀ 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍'𝚎̂𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙳𝚒𝚜-𝚖𝚘𝚒, 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚎, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜-𝚝𝚞 𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎, 𝚜𝚒 𝚝𝚞 𝚛𝚎̂𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚛."

At thirty-six, he's a lethal ghost who views her strictly as an assignment. At twenty-one, she's a reckless scientist who refuses to be told when to breathe. He's supposed to keep her safe and keep his distance. Instead, she's ruining his detachment, and he's realizing some lines are meant to be broken.

Elle ne savait pas que l'homme avec qui elle couché était le frère d'armes de son beau-père... jusqu'à ce qu'il soit invité à dîner.