𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

❝BEEN HERE ALL ALONG SO WHY CANT YOU SEE? YOU BELONG WITH ME ❞ Sienna Di Laurentis had always known exactly how she looked to other people. Perfectly put together. Effortlessly styled. The girl who never seemed like she was trying too hard, even when she absolutely was. Fashion wasn't just something she liked - it was how she spoke. She noticed things most people didn't. The way fabrics moved when someone walked. The way colour changed a mood. The difference between something expensive and something that just looked expensive. While other people at Briar University were figuring out who they were, Sienna already knew the version of herself she wanted the world to see. And she built it carefully. A way of deciding exactly how she took up space in a world that had once made her feel like she didn't get a say in anything at all. Because before Briar, before the sketches and fabric rolls and late-night design boards- there had been football. Not casual. Not hobby-level. Real football - elite, competitive, structured around discipline and pressure and expectation. The kind where talent gets noticed early and pushed even harder. Sienna had been good. Too good to be ignored. She had lived in that world completely once - training, matches, coaches, pressure, results. It was everything she thought she was becoming. Until it wasn't. It didn't end cleanly. Nothing like that ever does. At Briar, she was a second-year fashion design student. Dean Di Laurentis' younger sister. They were close in the way siblings who argued constantly usually were. Sarcastic, sharp, always one comment away from starting something. But underneath it, there was familiarity. History. Understanding without explanation. And now he played hockey at Briar. Which meant Sienna was never entirely separate from that world either. She just wasn't part of it. Not really. Not until him. Garrett Graham was exactly what Briar University expected him to be.

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone. [[Disclaimer: This story has not been edited yet!]]

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

- UNDER EDITING - On the day that her father, the Mad King Aerys II, was killed, Princess Visenya Targaryen, the true heir to the Iron Throne, became Lady Asena Stark, daughter of Eddard Stark, heir to nothing. For seventeen years she lives this way, lives as Asena Stark, until Ned Stark is taken captive and the entire realm is thrust into the War of The Five Kings. But the kings in this War of Five Kings are nothing. It is a Queen that the realm needs, and she will rise. Visenya Targaryen was not born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, but she will. [Finished: June 2, 2019 Edited: July 21, 2022 - ]

❝ The Gods gave me a rare woman and I loved her well. ❞ THE RARE WOMEN SERIES - NOVEL #1 GAME OF THRONES - SEASON 5, 6, & 7 © stxrmborn COMPLETED Wattpad Featured Story Awarded as Best Jon Snow Fanfic 4X Awarded as Best GOT Female OC 2X Awarded as Best GOT Fanfic Ship 2X Awarded as Best Completed GOT Fanfic

Willa Frey's beauty has been heard of throughout all the Seven Kingdoms. Everyone wants her, especially Prince Joffrey. The problem? She is in love with Winterfell and it's heir. [ROBB STARK X OC] [SEASON ONE - ?] [AU] [COMPLETED]

Aelinor Baratheon stands out in her family. She doesn't have the golden hair and green eyes of her mother and younger siblings. Nor does she have black hair and blue eyes of her Baratheon father. Much to her father's disdain, she inherited her great grandmother Rhaelle's Targaryen features; silver hair and purple eyes. Had she not been born well after her father had slain his cousin, many would be inclined to believe her to be the bastard daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen. Follow her as she navigates life as the eldest child of the king, through war, love, betrayal and much more.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal - only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old she's running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."