Visenya Velaryon, whispered to be the bastard daughter of Harwin Strong and the unwanted heir to the Iron Throne ,was born beneath omens of blood and fire. She rides the Cannibal, the most savage dragon in the world, and many believe it suits her far too well. Cold-eyed, sharp-tongued, and dangerous with a sword, Visenya was never raised to be a lady. She was raised to survive. Courtly smiles are weapons. Loyalty is rare. Love is weakness. Her nature mirrors that of her stepfather, Prince Daemon Targaryen: restless, violent, and impossible to control. So when she is forced to wed her childhood enemy, Prince Aemond Targaryen, the realm expects peace. Instead, it receives a storm. Their marriage is not gentle. It is a battlefield fought in whispers, glares, and unsheathed truths. They know each other too well, every weakness, every scar, every buried cruelty. Hatred becomes obsession. Obsession becomes need. And need is far more dangerous than love.

After her fathers death, Eliana is taken in by her uncle, Alaric. Initially, she thought it to be a nice, small town, but she soon learned what lurks in the darkness of the little town called Mystic Falls. Eliana's once normal life and any hopes she had of living peacefully in the new town were now filled with the drama that comes along with being friends with vampires, werewolves, and witches. And it doesn't help that she's caught the attention of both a certain Original and Hybrid, each claiming she's their mate. The book might not make sense at times as I'm terrible at writing. XD Also, this book is poly, she gets with both of them. It's called Shared Love for a reason

I'm probably the only weirdo who was attracted to that pig 😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

"Okay," he breathed out. "I love you, Cassandra Williams. I love you so god damn much." Cassie's smile grew at his last sentences. "I love you too, Stiles Stilinski." Stiles cupped her face and pressed his lips onto her. He could taste the saltiness of her tears, but he didn't care. In that moment, to him, all that mattered was her. And to her, all that mattered was him. Seasons 3A-4 -- WARNING: MARKED MATURE FOR ACTS OF VIOLENCE, DEATH, MURDER, MENTIONS OF GORE. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN WOLF FRANCHISE NOR DO I OWN THE CHARACTERS. THE ONLY CHARACTERS AND PLOT I OWN ARE MY OWN.

"Look, I get it. You probably think I'm a total weirdo now. Just please, don't tell anyone. Including Scott." Stiles moved to sit next to her and grabbed her hand. When she turned to look at him, he looked at her in the eyes. "I don't think you're a total weirdo at all." She sighed, looking into his eyes. She felt as though she could get lost in them the more she stared. "You're not?" "No! If I did, I'd a be total hypocrite. I mean, my best friend's a literal werewolf!" ~~~ Seasons 1-2 ⚠️MARKED MATURE FOR MENTIONS OF MURDER, BLOOD, PHYSICAL ASSAULT, TORTURE, AND DEATH⚠️ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE ORIGINAL TEEN WOLF CHARACTERS NOR DO I OWN THE ORIGINAL PLOT

Fourteen-year-old Sadie Calloway has survived years of neglect, abuse, and being shuffled through a broken system. When the NCIS Origins team investigates a Marine's death, a faint sound in a basement leads them to a terrified, filthy girl chained to a pipe. Mike Franks becomes her unexpected protector as he and the rest of the team slowly earn her trust. From panic attacks and medical discoveries to her first meal in safety, Sadie's journey forces everyone-including Gibbs-to confront what justice looks like when the victim is a child who's never had a chance. But safety is only the beginning. Healing will take more than rescuing her-it will take patience, compassion, and a team willing to fight for her.

eternal are the stars that burn, even as they die. 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣, 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙖𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙤𝙘 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 // 𝟬𝟯.𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 ✦✦✦

"Let the Stranger claim me, but not my last verse." 𝐀 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌 VALARR TARGARYEN X FEM!OC ©MONZIEE 2026.

Small Heath is a place for the living and the dead. Tonight, the lines blur. In 1914, on the eve of the Great War, Clara Thorne vanished. She left behind a distraught twin brother, a silver bracelet, and the shattered heart of Thomas Shelby. While Tommy fought in the hell of the trenches, Clara was enduring a purgatory of her own, held captive by a scavenger named Silas Vane and forced to raise a son, Matthew, in the shadows of the Black Country. Now it is 1922. The Peaky Blinders rule Birmingham, and Thomas Shelby is a man of ice and empire. With Grace Burgess pregnant and a proposal offered out of cold Shelby duty, Tommy has finally convinced himself that the past is buried. But the past has a habit of digging itself up. Drenched in the blood of the man she finally killed to escape, Clara walks through the doors of The Garrison with her son in tow. As Tommy stands amidst his family and his pregnant fiancée, he is forced to look into the eyes of the woman he never stopped loving, and the child that represents the years he failed to save her. The war is over, the King has his crown, but the Ghost of Small Heath has come home for a reckoning. There will be smut so Reader discretion is advised A Tommy Shelby Fanfiction I only own Clara and Matthew, The characters from the Peaky Blinders are owned by Banijay UK