Some love stories are quiet. Some are loud. Theirs is both. Lilian Zoey Winslow has spent the past year surviving, not living. An ambitious architect with a bright future, she now drifts through life, weighed down by the loss of her fiancé. Grief has made her world small, and she's perfectly fine with that until he barges in. Nathaniel Ezra Calloway is reckless with charm and effortless with people. A numbers guy with a big heart, he sees the world in motion, always chasing the next thrill. But when he meets Lilian-cold, distant, untouchable-he can't look away. And despite every sign telling him to leave her alone, he doesn't. Thrown together by fate, tangled in unspoken words and unexpected moments, Lilian and Ezra's lives collide in ways neither of them expect. She's a woman frozen in time. He's a man who never stops moving. And yet, somehow, they keep crossing paths. She doesn't believe in second chances. He refuses to give up on her. And maybe-just maybe-love isn't about moving on. Maybe it's about finding someone willing to stand still with you.

How do you fight the Moon? The King has fallen to a God. The world is gathering, surrounding the Northern hemisphere on all side, crushing, strangling the land in a tight noose. All they demand is Charlie's head. The female Alpha born from two alphas. The first of her kind. Charlie's mother Victoria was the first female Alpha, who has created the way, has walked the path first for her daughter to follow with ease behind her. Through teeth and claw the Northern Hemisphere was a sanctuary for Charlie to be raised on. Now, it's become the center for the Moon's army to face the sharpened weapons of Charlie's army. The great spread of old has returned to the meeting place where the final battle will occur. Trades will be made, sides picked, and the blood-red path will be walked until only the One remains. There can only be One. The Moon intends to keep her position while Charlie fights the fight for the Wilds, who have been severed from their souls at death. Punished to wander the world as ghosts without their halves. She fights the true fight for the Wilds, who can't fight for themselves. Charlie needs to understand who she has come from and who she can become. Charlie needs to understand how to bleed and how to bleed well. She needs to become a God-eater. Welcome to the second half of Odin's Prize.

[COMPLETE] Soraya Ilwen was born of wing and wind- a Seraphine blessed by the skies and cursed by destiny. Her wings mark her as divine. Her blood marks her as dangerous. In the SkyCourt she is everything they demand of their perfect heiress: obedient, pure, silent. But storms do not obey. When the winds begin whispering secrets long buried, Soraya uncovers the truth of her creation- and of the ancient prophecy binding her to three others like her. The gods would have her kneel. The Oracle would see her erased. The sky itself trembles with what she is becoming. For her heart was born of wind- untamed, unseen, unstoppable. And the sky was never meant to bow.

[COMPLETE] Elara Draxen was born of two hungers - the Mimara's gift of shifting and the Arcanis's curse of flame. Her existence is a crime against the gods; her power, chaos wrapped in mortal skin. At Aurelian Academy, they call her a weapon. She calls herself free. But when her fire stirs an ancient force buried beneath the halls of Aurelian, Elara unravels a truth older than prophecy - and far more dangerous. Because love can temper flame... or ignite the world.

[COMPLETE] In a world where love is outlawed and purity is law, Lia Vale carries the one truth that could destroy her - she is hybrid, half Lyren, half Arcanis. At Aurelian Academy, she only wanted to survive. But when she meets Thalen Thorne, the wolf prince bound by duty, fate turns cruel. He's drawn to her wolf - the mate he cannot find in her human form. As the gods stir and the Oracle's armies march, Lia's secret could ignite a war across all races. Four daughters are rising. The Weave is breaking. And love - forbidden, sacred, dangerous - might be the beginning of the end.

"What do you want?" She asked. Panicked, backing away. The vampire followed, stepping forward, dangerously close, looking her over. "You." His voice deep, growling. "Me?" "You." " Me? No, you don't. You think you do, but you don't. It is a mistake." "No it's not." "I came for you, Andie." He grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in close and nudged his face into her neck. "Oh god, don't bite her," Davis pleaded. "Please don't bite her." "Davis you are tired, go relax. Go back to her apartment and sleep." "No Davis, stay here." He left at the vampire's last word. "Please listen to me," she begged.Holding her hands up against his chest. "Shh shh shh. do not fear me." He assured her, whispering softly in her ear. Making her weak in the knees. "But I am afraid this is.'' She stuttered. ''This was. You see there was an accident. I sprayed you with a love potion." "A love potion? How sweet." He began to nibble at her neck. She could not help liking the way he felt against her. But quickly reminded herself. HE IS A VAMPIRE! "No really, it is not sweet at all. It was an accident. I had it in my bag thinking it was mace, I wanted to mace you," she explained. "I suppose that's nicer then," he said to her. "No, that's not nice at all. But you grabbed me, and well, that's what you deserved." "I was trying to warn you to run, meant you no harm." "No. I suppose you didn't, but you got sprayed, and now you love me, it is not real love." The vampire struggled to not laugh. Silly mortal. He let her go on. © Copyright 2014 Aronel Loni. All Rights Reserved.

*Completed* I live for the heat - the controlled chaos of the kitchen, the fire I command with my hands. He lives for the speed - the raw adrenaline of the track, the thrill of chasing control. We're strangers, driven by different obsessions. Different hungers. But when our worlds collide, the loneliness quiets. And maybe - just maybe - in the space between fire and speed, we'll find something worth holding on to. Lando Norris x FemOc BEST RANKING: 26/02/2025 - #1 landonorris 28/02/2025 - #1 formulaone 01/03/2025 - #1 formula1 03/03/2025 - #1 f1 04/03/2025 - #1 chef 14/03/2025 - #1 car 01/06/2025 - #1 writing 23/06/2025 - #45 fanfic

"Have you no sense of self-preservation?" he asked, seeming genuinely curious. "I do. But it's kind of low on my list of priorities. Right below not sucking up to immortals, no matter if they were elders." And I really needed to shut up before I got myself killed. *** **** *** Elle Sanders is a headhunter with a secret. In a mission to hunt down a thief, Elle's life takes an unexpected turn when she's thrown into the very world she spent her entire life avoiding. Faced with a series of life-changing decisions, an irritating vampire lord who's dangerously curious about her, and a crime she holds the key to solving, Elle has to choose between revealing her secrets or staying silent at the expense of innocent human lives.

[WATTYS 2025 HONORABLE MENTION] 🔥Rated R for mature sexual content and graphic language 📚For fans of You've Got Mail (and underwear kinks) OR as one reader put it: "A yuletide story of what happens when his package gets shoved in her box by mistake." *** Zoey Franklin's post-college life is a mess. She's jobless, newly single, stuck living with meddling parents, and forced to hang out with her parents' friends, the Londers (AKA complete strangers), for Christmas. The only thing maintaining her sanity? A flirty, banter-filled text exchange with a mystery man, sparked by a package mix-up. Tristan Londer is finally going home for Christmas for the first time in forever. While he hoped for some much-needed quality time with his family, instead he gets a house full of strangers taking over his space. Especially that one stranger--the one with the voice, and the eyes, and the sass, who's claimed his bedroom as hers for the trip. Even though Zoey Franklin is the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, he can't stand the entitled princess. Good thing he has his mystery woman to text with late at night. If there's anyone who can turn his mood around, it's her. *** Cover co-designed by @LNRoberts1 and myself

[COMPLETED] My grandmother is a witch. My mother is a witch. My sisters are witches. Even my daddy is a warlock when he's not moonlighting as a rat (a consequence of the aforementioned grandmother's temper). So you would think I would be a witch too, right? Nope. Not a spark of magic resides in my fingertips, and even worse, I'm beginning to think I'm allergic to magic. Kind of a big problem when you live in the middle of the most magical town in Mississippi. I'm just biding my time until I turn eighteen. Then, I can pack my bags and move out into the real world- with the normal humans. Until then, I just have to survive my grandmother's experiments, my sister's nasty temper, and the charms of the town's bad boy, Ash Goodwin. Easy...ier said than done.