She took his hand then and placed it-not ceremoniously, not dramatically-against her abdomen. Still flat beneath fabric. Still unchanged to the eye. His breath caught. "There," she said. "You're officially present." He didn't move. Barely breathed. "I don't feel anything." "It's early." "So it's ignoring me." She smirked. "Much like its parents." He snorted despite himself. "Rude." She leaned back, head resting against the stone wall. "You can talk, if you like." He stared at her. "To the child." "Yes." "What would I say." "Whatever you'd say to anyone you intend to terrify and protect simultaneously." He considered that, then leaned closer, lowering his voice as if the sea itself might overhear. "You will not be weak," he murmured. "You will not be small. And no one will ever touch you without consequence." Ariella hummed. "Subtle." "It's honest." She turned her head to look at him. "Try again. Less threat. More... reassurance." He grimaced. "I don't reassure." "You're doing fine." He sighed and tried again, awkwardly sincere. "You're... wanted." Her expression softened fully now. "And," he added, "your mother is very irritating but extremely competent." She laughed quietly. "Careful. I'll tell it you said that." He glanced down at her stomach, then back at her face. "It doesn't move." "Not yet." He frowned. "I expected something more dramatic." "Patience," she said. "Even dragons take time." They sat like that for a while, firelight flickering, the sea marking time beyond the walls. Eventually, Ariella shifted and yawned, the fatigue of the day finally asserting itself. Daemon noticed immediately. "You should sleep." "I will." "Now." "In a moment." Dragonstone stood watch-men loyal, banners snapping, a dragon coiled in the heights. Inside, two formidable people sat quietly with the smallest, strangest certainty either had ever known.

Milly Swan was the sweetest girl anyone would ever have the pleasure to meet. She was a breath of fresh air to anyone that came across her, and it was impossible to frown around her smile. But not even her best friends on the Reservation could challenge the relationship she had with her big sister. Well, the relationship she wished she had. Nothing she could ever do would be enough for her sister to spare her a second glance. It wasn't until the secrets of Forks started unravelling that Milly realised her worth, and boy was it great. *✧･ﾟ:‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾*✧･ﾟ:‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐗 𝐎𝐂! 𝙥𝙧𝙚-𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 ~ 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩-𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙣

𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴... 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ Hades Addams and Persephone Ambrose return to the halls of Nevermore, but not everything is as it was before. With new teachers, new enemies and new powers to contend with, how long will it be before blood begins to spill? oc x oc!addams wednesday season two sequel to POMEGRANATE @madebyrach , 2025

When a cowboy saved her from death. She never knew he would lead her to a new life, a new strengh, a new sense of purpose amonst the living. Or even to him!!! A hot tempered archer, reserved and emotional detached but something about him made her safe... freeing her from inner demons. A want, a need for him... a love like no other, intoxicating and the best thing was Daryl crazed her... ............... My reality felt gone... like I would slip back into my hallucinations gone forever... until I felt arms snake around my waist... moving me away from the wall and into his embrace... "Stop... stop it... please" I yelled, pushing myself away from him needing air "Ya can't do this now... I need ya" "I need you too... but I can't... I can't lose you too" "I'm here.... look" pulling me around to see him... "Ya mean.... everythin to me....Cath" Daryl mumbled, startling me a little... "Your a warrior...strong... my....." "What does that mean" I sobbed Then everything moved in slow motion Before I knew what was happening, his crossbow hit the ground and Daryl's lips crashed against mine heavily... Our tongues collided... this wasn't a soft invitation, wasn't delicate or cautious... it was made of all the interrupted attempts and unspoken words we had for each other since the farm. It was wild and unrelenting... our lips working together as if they had always belonged there. One of his hands slid up to the back of my neck, tangling in my hair... fingers holding my head in place, as his other found its home at my hip like it was second nature... bruising me... ............. Daryl Dixon love story 18 + smut and language warning Sex and Steamy scenes * i do not own the rights to any of these TWD characters or the script or story from the tv series or comic. some of the story shall be plotted in a similar way to the series but i will be changing some facts and details. Wattpad #1 daryldixonlove - for 12 weeks #2 normanreedus #3 daryldixonsmut

She was far from home, wandering through the wreckage of a post-apocalyptic world that no longer made sense. The rules had changed. The future was gone. All that remained was survival, day by day, step by step, always looking over her shoulder. She never expected to find hope again. She didn't expect safety. And she sure as hell didn't expect to fall for a man with a crossbow and a heart he tried to keep hidden. Daryl Dixon was unlike anyone she had ever known - powerful and untamed. A man who carried his pain like a weapon, with eyes that held the weight of a troubled past. He didn't trust easily. He didn't let people get close. But there was something in her, something raw and real, that held him quietly captive. Thrown together by chance and bound by the instinct to protect what little they had left, they begin to find something neither of them believed could survive the end of the world. Not just trust, not just loyalty, but connection. And in the spaces between bloodshed and silence, in the ashes of what was once civilization, they discover that even in the darkest times a love they never expected could take root - raw, real, and relentless. But in a world where every choice carries a price and loyalty is tested in fire and blood, can love really survive the end of the world? Mature content 😜 Original female character. Some main TWD plot points included but with lots of divergence. Beginning just before the start of season one and will follow the entire run of the show. From the author of Athena ~ TWD (Daryl Dixon). I do not own any rights to TWD characters or plots.

This is a Riddick fanfic: You can't know what's out there until you're forced to leave your bubble. That was true in and of its self, but Alice was more than forced to leave a bubble, she was forced to leave her planet. A drawing of terrible luck on top of terrible timing, it was something she was kinda used to, but this was a whole new level of fucked. Truth be told, Alice was a sweet girl, a kind girl. She would help anyone and tried to never judge anyone too hard, even if her gut told her otherwise. She often paid for her kindness with being used, but still it didn't change her, not until someone took more than she could handle, not until she met him and he lit a fire in her. Ending up in the last place she ever thought she would, she learns she is more than just a girl, she is a woman... HIS woman. --------------------- I will say this here and now, this story is not for children. While I do not tend for the story to sole be on smut, it will happen. It had dark themes and some things maybe be triggering. So, this is your warning. As I say, you can't have darkness without light and no light without darkness. Started in 2015 Heavy edit in 2025* I don't own Riddick or the characters from it. I own Alice, my own ideas and characters I create.

Kaia Amora Uley was bestowed the title "Angel of La Push". Her warmth and thoughtfulness radiated to everyone she met, spreading like sunlight through the forest canopy. Life had been full of comfort, family, and friends... until a sudden transformation left her brother distant, his smile less frequent, his presence harder to reach. The winds of the forest whispered to her in gentle voices about shifting protectors and the cold ones treadling near their land. Through it all, her heart found an unexpected pull toward the hotheaded troublemaker of La Push. A pull she would eventually admit was nothing less than complete and shameless love: 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦. The Angel & The Hothead A perfect pair through the Ancestors' eyes. ─────────── [ paul lahote x female oc ] [ pre-twilight to ?? ] [ cover inspired by @the-misfit ] #1 in slowbuild #1 in quileute #1 in sethclearwater #2 in twilight #2 in jaredcameron #2 in wolves #3 in wolfpack #3 in emilyyoung #3 in embrycall #3 in quilateara #5 in shapeshifter

He lives by rules. She breaks them just by existing. Atlas "Priest" Adams is the president of the Saints of Retribution MC-a brotherhood of former soldiers who hunt the worst monsters hiding in plain sight. He believes in control, silence, and distance. No titles. No promises. No babies. Attachments get people killed. Dr. Indigo "Blue" Thorne isn't looking for danger. After a brutal night in the ER, she finds solace in a bar-and in a man who promises nothing beyond one night. She agrees to his rules because she doesn't want forever. Neither of them is telling the truth. What starts as a no-strings arrangement turns into something deeper, even as Priest insists Blue is temporary. Then the past comes roaring back. When his brother's widow arrives at the clubhouse pregnant and desperate, Priest's silence and half-truths destroy everything Blue thought she understood. So she disappears. Months later, fate drags them back together in an ER bay-where Priest sees the woman he lost... and the child she's carrying. Now Priest must face the consequences of the rules he hid behind, the words he never said, and the woman he never claimed. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, he'll have to decide whether love is a weakness- -or the one thing worth bleeding for. PRIEST is a dark, emotional MC romance about control, miscommunication, and the cost of loving halfway-featuring a hardened hero, a strong heroine, betrayal, redemption, and a hard-won happily ever after.

Evelina Swan, Bella's sister. A girl who grew up in Forks her whole life, whose only mission was to watch over her siblings no matter what. Yet that all changes when she meets a brown eyed boy with a temper who happens to be obsessed with her. Paul x oc Note* this is my first book so please if there's anything that can use a change please let me know! ☺️

In La Push, the forest remembers everything. Lark Liora Seabrook was raised knowing the old rules-the ones written in cedar smoke and saltwater, the ones the ancestors still watch from the dark. As the tribe's apprentice healer, she knows how to bless new wolves, how to steady shaking hands, how to listen when the land speaks back. She did not know she would be claimed. On the night Jacob Black shifts for the first time, fate reaches for her-and gets it wrong. The imprint binds him to her... but his heart belongs to someone else. What should have been a sacred joining becomes a quiet wound, one the whole pack pretends not to see. While Jacob chases a ghost named Bella Swan, Lark is left standing in the rain-marked, unwanted, still expected to endure. Enter Paul Lahote: volatile, dangerous, devastatingly beautiful. A wolf with too much anger, a reputation for wreckage, and no belief in forever. He was never meant to be gentle. Never meant to stay. And yet. What grows between Paul and Lark is not sanctioned. Not safe. Not foretold. It is heat and tenderness and choice-the kind of love that dares the old gods to answer back. As the pack turns uneasy and ancient laws begin to creak, Lark must decide what she believes in more: destiny, or devotion. Because loving Paul means risking everything-especially the fear that fate might steal him away the moment she finally feels whole. But the ancestors are watching. And they remember when love is brave. Some bonds are given. Others are earned. Publish date 12/28/25 #1-PaulLahote 12/30/25 #1- BellaBashing 12/30/25 #1- SamUley 12/31/25