Exhausted and sleep deprived, a simple error in reaction time, put Simon 'Ghost' Riley, on mandatory sick leave after catching a sniper bullet. An order from Price, to get off base, left him searching for a place to recuperate. He never would have thought that an advert in a military bulletin board would change his life forever and heal more than his bullet wound. Short story based in the modern warfare universe, but doesn't follow the timeline. This was a fluff piece I'd started to distract me from being stuck on another story. Rather than struggle to make a full story from just an arc, I decided to keep it as a short story. Enjoy xx

A series of drabbles centred around Simon 'Ghost' Riley's encounters (welcome and unwelcome)with Bee (original character), an independent contractor/tech specialist/hacker. Roughly centred around the Modern Warfare franchise, though not following specific storylines in the series. May borrow plot ideas from canon. Not really sure where this is going -we'll see.

Summary: Elaina was recruited by TF:141 as their permanent onsite medic. She slowly gets to know the team, except for one. Simon "Ghost" Riley. The mysterious and dangerous masked soldier who barely speaks to her. She feels he doesn't like or trust her and she has no idea why. Yet Elaina wishes he would let her get to know him just a little, after all her contract is for at least three years. After assisting Price with yearly qualifications for the team, things start shifting between Simon and Elaina. When her past threatens to intrude on her present Simon becomes her shield. Author's Note: Okay, so I have only just started getting into this fandom. (Hey, blame the COD cosplayers that have begun flooding my TikTok courtesy of BookTok. LOL. I have read up a bit on Ghost and have read a few fanfics, so I'm giving it a shot. Please be gentle. Also, I should mention I have never played COD, but have heard of it. Author's Note 2: This has some things from the games, characters too. I will be including the betrayal by Sheperd and Graves, but in my story, Soap wasn't killed. Just letting the readers know, and please no backlash or comments as I will delete them. This is fan fiction not cannon. Having said that, if the characters seem out of character I'm sorry but this is how they came out as I wrote this. Again, no backlash or rude comments. If you don't like it then don't read the story. Plain and simple. Just so you know, there is a playlist for this pic. Here's the link if you're interested: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5Wh7toa54mIyUFQWDwhBxQ?si=64a5ba74d0544b07

You've built an empire out of cozy vlogs, candid Q&As, and a million followers who adore how "real" you are-even when you're jet-lagged, spilling wax on your leggings, or eating takeaway in a hoodie. Manchester is just another work trip: collabs, content, and unboxings. But then you keep seeing him. The hooded masked stranger who passes you on rainy streets. He doesn't care about TikTok, doesn't ask for selfies, doesn't even tell you his name. He's steady, silent, and far too handsome for the mask and shadows he hides behind. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

Before dragons were ridden, they were worshipped. Discovered within a clutch of dragon eggs, Vaelarys was not born of woman but of flame. Raised first by dragons and later hidden within House Targaryen, she is a living remnant of Old Valyria - fire does not burn her, dragons answer her without command, and age does not claim her as it should. To the court, she is a secret. To the dragons, she is kin. To the Targaryen men, she is obsession. Whispers claim children born of her blood would be more than kings - that through her, Valyria might rise again. As tensions fracture the realm and dragons prepare to dance, Vaelarys moves through the shadows of court, gathering secrets and shaping fate from within. She is not a rider. She is not a weapon. She is what the dragons remember.

When Amra gets kidnapped by a demon, she imagined she'd be dead within the second and yet he seems hell bent on proving to her that they are more alike than she cares to admit. Twisted, unpredictable, and wrapped with dark humor and sexual tension, Dante will stop at nothing to get Amra to sign his contract and own her, body and soul. 𓆰𓆪 This story is 18+: contains mature & graphic content, foul language, violence, smut duh. Please read the detailed list of trigger warnings . #𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟕/𝟐𝟕/𝟐𝟑, 12/15/25 #𝟏 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝟏𝟐/𝟏𝟎/𝟐𝟑 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 12/1/25

"Why?" I whisper when my curiosity gets the best of me and I yearn for the thoughts he hides away "Because I want to love you." Ghost forces the words out when his habits want to lock them away "Okay." I nod as easy as that and his eyebrows furrow at my simple tone "Okay?" He repeats and I repeat my nod. "What are you thinking?" He asks in need for my thoughts I have no problem laying in front of him "It's simple, Riley." I smile and lift my hands to cup his cheeks. "I like you." HIGHEST RANKINGS: 🏅#3 in riley

Eden, a girl afraid of touch Logan, a boy who's love language is physical touch Eden Thorne never wanted the spotlight. Her art speaks for her-vivid, emotional, and deeply personal-but the world seems more interested in the mystery behind the brush than the work itself. One gallery show, one panic attack, and one stranger in the hallway are all it takes to unravel her carefully kept distance. Logan Kelly wasn't looking for anything-especially not in an art gallery. But something about the girl on the floor, and the raw honesty in her paintings, lingers longer than he expects. What follows isn't loud or obvious. It's quiet. Uncertain. Real.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

#First book in the Queen series# Kylie Jones, daughter of Robert Jones President of the Hells Dragons MC. Her story is a little different. She was once the shy princess of the MC hanging around the clubhouse waiting to be claimed by her knight in shining armor. Her fifteenth birthday was supposed to be a grand celebration, but turned out to be a dreadful nightmare. Abducted by her father's enemies, she disappeared without a trace. Ten years later, she's back. Out on a mission to kill the man who sold her out. The quiet little girl was long gone. In her place stood a stunningly beautiful independent woman. Outspoken, bold and dangerous, even slightly unhinged. The ten years had been nothing like a walk in the park. It had been a constant fight for survival. The woman who returned was cold as ice, known to the world as The Queen of Assassins. Damon Miller. VP of the Hells Dragons MC. He lost the light of his life ten years ago. The shy little girl was supposed to be his Old Lady when she came of age, not to disappear without a trace. What happens when she comes strutting back into their lives on the day of her supposed burial? Will the power of love reconnect them? Or will she stick to her mission, getting herself and her family into more danger?