They say House Estermont is slow to anger, but Elara was always the exception. Raised among the banners of the Stormlands, she learned early that freedom is stolen, as it is never given. When she slips into the Ashford tourney in disguise, chasing freedom instead of duty, she finds Lyonel, no longer the boy she once knew, but a storm grown dangerous. 𓆱 tropes: forced proximity; slow burn; power dynamics (lord paramount/ runaway noblewoman); eventual mutual pining; childhood friends 𓆱

After her mother's death, Elaena Hightower is drawn into a political marriage with the heir to the Iron Throne. Duty is demanded, and love uncertain. Or perhaps, inevitable?

Flashback to the 1950s. Veronica became pregnant by up-and-coming lawyer Paul. He did the right thing and married her. However, his plans weren't revolving around forever, and Veronica overheard him talking to his former? current? girlfriend. That's when Veronica started making her own plans.

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

In a past time, two people from two very different kingdoms marry and all is good...until his wife meets the woman who shares his bed.

"Why can't you let me go?" I asked, my voice dripping with frustration. He had cornered me against the wall, his muscular arms caging me. "I don't know." He replied, leaning his head against me so gently that for a moment, I forgot how dangerous this man really was. "I just know that staying away from you is not an option for me." "I hate you." I resisted his touch, when all I wanted was to melt in his arms. "Hate me all you want but you are mine." He replied, touching my jaw softly with his fingers that made me turn into a puddle of emotions. •°•°•°• A series of events lead Penelope Woods to Sean Miller, the tall, dark and handsome business typhoon. But is that all he is? Or there is something dark and twisted behind his white collar facade? Read my story to find out.

She's the property of a King - • - After a fall from grace, Venus lost it all. She's forced into an engagement with a Rider King that's calloused both inside and out. Although she belongs to him in name and passion burns hot between them, this fiery human refuses to bow down.

Isabelle is a hard-working woman. She is a freelance photographer, and damn good at it, making a killing from photographing weddings. Her heart has been broken enough times that she has finally accepted that the only time she will see it again, is through her lens. Well... Until the best man at one of the most extravagant weddings she's worked smirks at her. He is like a walking wet dream and she can't keep her eyes off him when he's near...but he is far more than a handsome man, and when the ground shifts underneath her, she slowly realizes she's become entangled in a world so different from her own, and so dangerous, she isn't sure she'll ever get back out alive. Part of the Ammunition Series: a series of interconnected standalone stories. Can be read in any order! #1 in mobster, 16.09.21 🖤 [[ Word count: ~100 000 ]]

When an attack on the Vasiliev Estate leaves Russian Princess Tatiana Belluchi injured and instigates the return of her disappeared mother, Don Vasiliev proposes a merger that would place Tatiana under the direct protection of his son, Zeke Vasiliev. Amidst the chaos of attacks and betrayals left and right, she couldn't help being drawn to the man who belonged to another woman, with blue eyes and scars on his back. _____ In a world of vicious mafia politics, Tatiana Belluchi must tread dangerous waters as she distributes ammunition under the orders of her family that could supercharge the impending war, all under the guise of attending glamourous parties. A simple job, but not so easy when people discover who she really is. And now she has a target on her back. Zeke Vasiliev didn't have the easiest life. Being born out of wedlock does that. It was bad enough that his father was a Russian mafia Don and on top of that, his wife was a jealous woman, angered at her husband and his son who was born from a French actress. He has had to look over his shoulder his whole life, a stain in his step-mother's home, an unwanted pest. She wasn't beyond trying to have him killed. A life of constant darkness, until a woman as enchanting as an angel crashes into his life. However, this particular angel had a target on her back, And he wasn't going to let anyone take her away from him. A series of attacks, mass shootings and betrayals left and right. Not all will survive unscathed, and it is not the time to be thinking about some woman. He shouldn't pursue her. But he couldn't help being enchanted by her. _____ A story with over 25K reads and 3K votes! #1 in italian, #2 in godfather, #5 in bastard, #15 in thrill, and #47 in mob #189 in power out of 28.6k other stories! _____ This story is an unedited first draft and is ONGOING on Dreame under the username vhentii cover by thegraphicsdistrict on IG