"𝘕𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥."

Eleanor Sutherland never wished to be a vampire, she wished to grow old and have a loving husband with kids to die for. Only that didn't turn out as planned. Paul Lahote never wished to have an imprint, the thought of being tied to someone against his will was awful to him, until he met her. 'But Paul realised, Jared was right, seeing this different side of her. He found it impossible to hate her, and easier to fall for her.' 'He looked at her in a way no one in her life has ever looked at her. She thought, he looked at her like there was something worth looking at.' Paul Lahote x Fem! oc Twilight Eclipse - ? [started: 10/07/2025] [ended: ?]

Where Memphis' future star, Elvis Presley, has always had a crush on Memphis' biggest troublemaker, Coraline Dove. Or Where they both rise to fame trying to handle their relationship being forbidden and the struggles that fame brings. Elvis Presley x oc

𝖶𝖾'𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒 Stevie Presley Lockwood was never one for sports, how could she be? From the day she was born, her parents made her an arts girl with the names they gave her, not that she minded. So if you told 17 year old Stevie that in her sophomore year of college she would become best friends with the most popular hockey players on campus and that she would have the most complicated relationship with two of them, she would've probably laughed in your face and told you to give her a hit of the joint you were smoking. But still, despite all her efforts of ignoring them, she loved her hockey idiots, especially two, though it will take her a long time to realize that last part. Off Campus Fanfic John Logan x OC x Dean Di Laurentis (Poly)

Stella doesn't mind being stared at. People usually are, once she starts talking to empty spaces or pausing mid-sentence to listen to something no one else can hear. She has always noticed things others miss, quiet footsteps with no bodies, voices that linger after goodbyes, the way certain places feel heavier than they should. Ghosts find her easily. She's learned to be kind about it. When one particularly polite spirit leads her to a hospital in Forks, Stella assumes it's just another small favor for the dead. Instead, she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who feels wrong in a way she can't quite explain. Dead yet alive, too calm, too still, yet strangely familiar to the spirits that follow her. As Stella drifts between conversations with the living and the dead, she begins to wonder why ghosts linger around him, why the moon seems brighter around him, and why being different suddenly feels like it might matter. A whimsical, quietly strange Twilight fanfiction about unseen worlds, gentle magic, and finding someone who understands the parts of you no one else notices.

Rhea Brewer and her Twin brother Nico are ripped from their human life after a Vampire nomad noticed their potential. 2 years later Rhea with her Twin brother follow their master Laurent into a baseball field were Rhea meets a very important man, Carlisle Cullen. How will there story go? Aro knowing of Rhea and her brother's special gifts, has been searching for them. Will Rhea and Carlisle be able to be together in the end? After everything seems to want them apart? (I do not own any characters, except my ocs, Rhea and Nico. Everything else is from the Twilight series. This is a work of fiction.)

Riverdale was never built for people like me. My name's Jupiter Ophelia Jones-yeah, like the planet and the tragic Shakespeare girl all rolled into one. Middle child of the Jones clan. Which basically means forgotten, overlooked, and underestimated. Jughead's the brooding writer, Jellybean's the baby genius, and me? I'm just the one who decided not to care. At least, that's what I tell people. By thirteen I had already figured out that rules weren't for me. I liked the thrill of slipping out when everyone was asleep, the burn of smoke in my lungs, the rush of cheap liquor stinging my throat. While everyone else worried about grades, curfews, and reputations, I was busy seeing how far I could push before something broke. Spoiler: something always does. People call me reckless. Fearless. Trouble. And maybe they're right. But in a town like Riverdale, being reckless isn't a flaw-it's survival. And if there's one thing you should know about me, it's this: I don't run from the fire. I walk straight into it. Because sooner or later, Riverdale kills everyone.

Tongue Tied A Scream 6 Fanfiction Clarissa Rose Sinclair has spent most of her life moving from place to place, never staying long enough to let anything feel permanent. But after a year and a half in New York City, she finally has something that feels close to home. Her mom, Caroline, is trying to build them a fresh start. Her younger brother, Noah, is still causing trouble like it is his full-time job. Her friends, Emma, Asher, and Freya, make the city feel less lonely. And then there is Ethan Landry - sweet, awkward, charming Ethan. For once, Clarissa thinks she might actually be happy. But happiness never lasts long in a city full of secrets. When Ghostface returns, New York becomes a hunting ground, and Clarissa's perfect new life starts falling apart piece by piece. The bodies pile up. Trust breaks. Friendships fracture. Love turns poisonous. And every secret dragged into the light only makes the truth harder to survive. Because Ghostface is not just after Sam and Tara Carpenter anymore. This time, Clarissa's family is caught in the middle. Her brother. Her friends. Her boyfriend. Her entire future. Everyone is a suspect. Everyone has something to hide. And Clarissa is about to learn that the person holding her the closest may be the one twisting the knife. In a story of betrayal, bloodshed, and love turned deadly, Clarissa Sinclair will have to decide how much pain one girl can survive before grief turns her into someone unrecognizable. Because some words are never said until it is too late. And by then, everyone is already tongue tied. Tropes: Lovers to Enemies • Betrayal • Unhappy Ending • Dramatic Death • Found Family Torn Apart • Secrets and Lies • Ghostface Returns Setting: New York City Love Interest: Ethan Landry Main Character: Clarissa Rose Sinclair Face Claim: Madelyn Cline

"Daddy, daddy! Can you tell me a story?" Four year old girl run up to her father. Her favorite teddy bear clutched in her hands. She wrapped her tiny arms around her father's legs and gave him a toothy smile. Man turned, looking down at his precious girl and smiled widely. He picked her up and tapped her nose lightly. "Is it already a bedtime, princess?" He glanced at clock, which was showing 8 pm. His wife was supposed to come back by now. They probably kept her late at work, he assumed. "It's not but I'm bored. Will you do it?" Her baby voice and small smile melted her father's heart for Merlin knows what time. She looked a lot like her mother. Eye color was the only thing she got after him. "Of course." Man kissed her chubby cheek. "Would you like something from the Tales of Beedle the Bard or muggle books we got?" "Can you tell me one of your stories? They are much, much better than those in books!" Girl exclaimed happily, jumping up and down in her father's arms. Man sat on couch in their living room, putting his daughter in his lap. He took out his wand to draw pictures in the air like he did every time. Little girl giggled as sparks erupted from his wand and created big castle with the Quidditch pitch behind it. "Let me tell you a story of forbidden love." ~~~✯✯✯~~~ She was cold-hearted Slytherin princess. He was troublemaking Gryffindor prankster. She was ice. He was fire. She lived in darkness. He brought light in everyone's lives. Callisto Malfoy and Fred Weasley. Match made in heaven? Or destruction of each other's lives? Will they cross the thin line between hatred and love? Or dance away from one another? ~~~✯✯✯~~~ Check Trigger Warnings before reading! Started- April 15. 2023. Finished- All rights and HP plot belong to You-Know-Who, I only own the plot of this book and characters I made.

In a dynasty forged in conquest, prophecy, and blood, Aelora and Valarr find something dangerously rare: tenderness. From Summerhall to King's Landing, their story unfolds through stolen glances, courtly splendor, political betrothals, and devastating grief. A tragic Targaryen romance about first love, fragile happiness, and the cruel cost of losing it. 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 𝐗 𝐎𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍