Just a girl NOT trying to find love. "Oh wow." Patrick and Dontay said at the same time, getting up walking into the kitchen. Kelsey soon followed with big eyes and a smile, while Zakai watched Amiri's facial expressions morph. He slowly slid close to Amiri behind Zakori's back, catching about five seconds of Zakori laying on her side thrashing a small purple dildo, covered in cum, into her greedy pussy. He also saw the black rose toy she had pressed against her clit. She was oiled to perfection but what took the cake was the glimpse of the green plug she had inserted in her butt. The timer set on Kelsey's phone went off making Zakori quickly jack her phone from Amiri. She then realized Zakai had also saw something because he was now behind her instead of on side of her. They both looked at her shocked. "Oh you be tearing that lil muhfucka up, huh?" Zakai said with dazed eyes, head tilted. She quickly grabbed his lips and pinched them together. "Speak nothing of this." She said looking between the two, embarrassed.

What to expect from this fanfiction:- Omegaverse (A/B/O) Religious themes (Being brought up in a religious household) Talk of big emotions (depression, anxiety, resentment) Gore and mention of bodily wounds Smut Alcohol consumption Use of drugs (main character is an army medic and uses drugs as such to help in the field) If you aren't okay with any of the things stated above, then this fanfiction is not for you. Any comments expressing upset or discomfort shall be deleted as you have been warned. (All rights to the characters, other then my own OC's, belong to the company Activison. Please do not use my character, Placebo, for one-shots or spinoffs. Cover Art is by the lovely @minxkicatty2 on Tiktok.) ~ Charlie 'Placebo' Green is an oddity. An Omega with a tongue and growl as sharp as her teeth, it was no such surprise that she has trouble finding somewhere to fit into society. When an old friend, Kate Laswell, called and asked to check in an old favour owed; Charlie finds herself returning home to England to meet with a pack in dire need of a medic. The problem? The 141 Task Force had gone through five medics in the past two months. After the pack had pushed away every other option presented to them, Laswell seemed to think that the Omega with a bite to match her bark may just be what the 141 needs.

Prince Caydeyrn Di Vel Delphine. Commander of the royal battalion. A legend dressed in iron and silk. He's noble, honorable, devastatingly handsome-every inch the kind of man a kingdom worships, and a woman trusts with her life. Josephine Caldwell. A healer from the quiet provinces. Sweet as spring rain. Gentle as moonlight. Her magic draws pain into her own body so others can breathe again. She gives everything-her strength, her sleep, her peace-and asks for nothing in return. To Prince Caydeyrn, she was a miracle. She never wanted a crown. Never wanted love. But Caydeyrn offers both like they're hers by right. It's meant to be a pure love story. Wholesome. Romantic. It's supposed to make me swoon. But I don't. Because I don't want the prince. I want the other one. Duke Evander De LaCroix. The king's nephew. Vanished at eight. Returned a man-silent, changed. Not only broken. Twisted. Cold. Predatory. Wrong. The story details there is something unclean in the way he looks at people. Like he's already imagining what their screams might sound like. And when he sees Josephine? He fixates. He hunts her. Watches her like she's prey-like he's already decided to break her. She hides behind Caydeyrn's protection, clutching her innocence like armor. And every time Evander steps onto the page, I can't breathe. Not because I'm scared - but because I wish he looked at me like that. The book says he's wrong. That he's twisted. Dangerous. That Josephine's fear is justified. That Caydeyrn is the right choice. But I don't want safety. I want to be ruined by the villain. It's not their slow-burn romance anymore. It's my obsession. And the worst part? I know he would hate me. He wouldn't love me. He'd see the dark little thing I am and realize that I am not the innocent maiden he obsesses over. I'm lucky if he would ruin me for the fun of it. And God help me, I'd let him. Gladly.

When Remsie's boyfriend asked her to go on a tour of the NASA Space Center, she assumed the most interesting thing she would see would be a rocket. But she couldn't have been more wrong... After falling through a top secret portal to another world, Remsie wakes nauseous and disoriented in a world she wasn't built to survive. When she's discovered by a tall alien warrior and brought back to his den mates she's determined to keep them at arms length. But that's hard to do when they believe she's a deity come save their species from extinction. Caught in the complicated pack games of this foreign world, it is not only reality as she knows it at risk of being lost forever, but her life and maybe her heart... ___ #1 in alien on 09/03/25 #1 in science fiction on 10/22/25 #1 in scifi fantasy on 10/22/25 #1 in romantasy on 11/14/25 #1 in paranormal romance on 12/22/25

Nearly twenty years in the fighting pits taught me three things: trust no one, keep your blades sharp, and never let them see you bleed. Then House Ravilon bought me. Now I'm surrounded by five fae males who think they can crack me open. Axlan with his easy charm and protective streak. Silas and his silence, keeping secrets that set my teeth on edge. Reyker, whose training sessions feel like actual combat. Lysander, whose questions cut deeper than blades. And...Finley, the house heir who gives orders like breathing. They say I'm being trained for elite tournaments. They're lying. There's something else going on. Something in the way they move around me, like I'm worth protecting. When my body betrays me with desires I didn't know I could feel, the real game becomes clear. They don't just want my skill in the arena. They want everything. I've spent decades building walls that could stop armies. But these five aren't attacking from the outside. They're making me want to tear the walls down myself. "Their Warrior" is the first book in The Thirteenth House Series. It is a "why choose"/ reverse harem romantic fantasy where the deadliest opponent might be your own heart. **Please see the author's note for trigger warnings and posting details**

***Do not read if you haven't read Part One! Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man.

((Complete at 110,000 words)) Twenty-five-year-old Maggie Douglas is a beta on a mission. Determined to work at the infamous GAIM Industries, she's willing to put up with a grumpy boss. And a silent stalker. And an adorably blunt hacker. Maybe even a set of twins who couldn't be more opposite. As long as her secrets stay hidden, everything will work out just fine... Scent Split is a slow burn, omegaverse reverse harem romance, meaning the main female character will end up with more than one man. No mm in this one!

crashing into you: The beautiful, chaotic moment when two completely different worlds collide - one quiet and calculating, the other loud and unapologetically bold - and everything changes. It's when fate doesn't ask politely, it just speeds up on two wheels and knocks the wind out of you with love bwwm nerd x bad bitch

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎, the boy-wonder football player of Blue Lock. Because you respected the twisted game of truth-or-dare your friends ran, you complied. You were prepared to face utter rejection and then get on with your life until wrench is thrown in your plan when Nagi accepts your confession. And now you were dating the heartthrob of Blue Lock. NAGI SEISHIRO x READER HIGH SCHOOL AU!