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"I want you." With a touch as light as a feather, Cillian hooked a thick finger under her chin to get a better look at her face. "Look at me." Slowly, her eyes cracked open, but she didn't dare meet his eyes. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a warning. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked at him- I mean, really looked at him. His golden eyes were as direct, not even blinking as much as the average person. They glistened in the moonlight that peeked through the blinds, bringing an inhuman shine to them. A satisfied smile stretched across his lips until his prominent canines made an appearance. A finger tugged on the collar of her shirt and dragged it down- just enough to reveal the mark that was imprinted forever on her delicate neck. "Do remember what this means?" It was this speech, this deep, heavy voice of his that immediately set him apart from everyone else. No longer able to hold his gaze, her eyes fell and she shook her head. His hand caught somewhere behind her neck and base of her jaw to tilt her head back so her eyes met his. "I think you do." He persisted. His other hand came up to lightly brush the hair back away from her face. "What are we, hmm?" His fingers trailed down the curves of her body until they settled on her hips to gently tug her closer, pulling a sharp inhale from her. With their bodies pressed together, hearts racing in sync, and butterflies fluttering in both of their stomachs, she peeked up at him once more. A shudder shot down her spine as he leaned in to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath fanning against the mark. "C'mon, say it." He breathily taunted. With a shaky breath, she whispered, "we're mates." - ranks - #1 new story #1 wolf # 2 alpha

What happens when Peeta Mellark's younger sister, Maggie, is reaped for the 74th Annual Hunger Games... and finds herself drawn to the Capitol's deadliest tribute, Cato Hadley? CATO x ORIGINAL CHARACTER #1 in #Hungergames - 12/05/25 #1 in #Catohadley - 12/12/25 #1 in #Clato - 12/18/25

Some loves are born in sunlight. Others grow in the shadow of war. Astrea Ysoria was supposed to heal, not kill. Her hands were meant for mending bones, not gripping daggers. But war orphans don't get the luxury of choice-and when you're the daughter of the general who signed death warrants for rebels, your gentleness becomes a liability the moment you step foot in the Riders Quadrant. What breaks her isn't the bridge designed to kill soft things like her. It's him. Xaden Riorson. Five years of silence. Five years of pretending they never existed to each other. Five years of learning to hate what they used to love. But some bonds refuse to break, even when they should. Even when loving him is treason. Even when every touch feels like betrayal and every heartbeat whispers enemy. This is what happens when war takes children and forges them into weapons. When the only person who ever saw you as whole is the one person you're supposed to destroy. This is a love story. It's also a war story. Sometimes, those are the same thing.

Isla Riorson is many things. But when she throws away her status of heir apparent to the Dutchy of Aretia to follow in her grandfather's footsteps, her life begins to fray at the edges. Not only can she not trust the cadets around her, but she's not sure she can even trust herself anymore when she meets Colonel Sorrengail's eldest son. Arrogant and full of himself, Brennan Sorrengail is nothing less than a thorn in Isla's side. To prove herself to not only her family, but to herself, anything but perfection is unacceptable, and Brennan Sorrengail makes being perfect near impossible. - Prior to the events of Fourth Wing - Iron Flame This book will be mostly original, with original characters and *Some* familiar faces, but since we don't have a lot of information about Brennan's time in Basgiath I'm going off of the set ups explained in the book and taking creative liberties with the rest. This story *Will* include smut chapters, but I will include warnings before so if you would like to skip you may. These smut chapters will be few and far between as this is a slow burn rivals to friends to lovers kind of book.

❝ 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖 𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡. ❞ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ ∘₊✧ ── ❪ 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙾𝙳𝙰𝙸𝚁 ❫ ── ✧₊∘ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 ━ a Capitol princess with gilded secrets meets her match in a victor with too many scars and a mission to dismantle the facade she wears like a crown. ∘₊✧ betrayal, power, and forbidden love weave a dangerous game neither of them can afford to lose. ✧₊∘ #1 in #Finnick 06/09/2024 #1 in #Panem 17/11/2024 #1 in #Katniss 24/11/2024 #1 in #Snow 12/12/2024 #1 in #Lucygray 06/01/2025 #1 in #Coin 08/01/2025 #1 in #Hg 25/01/2025 #1 in #Presidentsnow 27/01/2025 #1 in #Mockingjay 28/01/2025

Ivy Sorrengail always knew she would be a rider. It didn't matter that she was tasked with keeping her sister alive in the quadrant. It didn't matter that the marked ones hated her for her mother. It didn't matter that the others hated her because they couldn't beat her. And it didn't matter that her own wingleader was hopping she failed. She wasn't just going to survive, she was going to thrive. ** This is my twist on Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yaros. I do not own the story.

Emilie Castille has always been intrigued by stories of the infamous Opera Ghost. When her father tells her that auditions are going to be held at the Opera Populaire for singers, dancers, and musicians, Emilie wonders why only men can be musicians in the orchestra. When she decides to audition anyway as a violinist to prove a point, she becomes entangled with the Opera Ghost himself. As it turns out, Monsieur Opera Ghost is nothing like she had thought. When she joins him in his home, everything she knows about the world gets turned upside down. Emilie must face that the world is full of selfish people--including her own father. Will Emilie succumb to the Opera Ghost's thoughts about the cruel world, or will she be able to reach past it and manage to find the beauty underneath in him? Note: Obviously, I do not own any of the characters or songs to "The Phantom of the Opera". I do own the characters I created in this story, the plot, the cover I created, and any pictures I post with this story. This story starts when Messieurs Andre and Firmin have just taken over the Opera Populaire, however, there are some differences between the original "The Phantom of the Opera" story and mine.

"You are a long way from home, little wolf." "Stay back, I am not afraid of you." "Oh but you should be wolf, I can be your worst nightmare." He took a step closer and it hit him; her blood. Aliyah has passed through three mating seasons but she was still left without a mate. Being the only child of the alpha, everyone was looking forward to who her mate would be as he would be the next alpha of their pack. But she seemed to have let everyone down while the moon goddess has forgotten her. Not wanting to accept her fate, Aliyah sneaks out every night to different packs searching for the wolf worthy enough to be her mate while avoiding their nemesis; The Nightwalkers. Prince Edward suddenly awoke from his slumber to find his mate, but he was not prepared for what was in store for him.

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.