What was meant to be didn't happen and time passed on. Dakota and Jamie both gave it their best shot with other partners, but nothing quite measured up. When their paths cross again, will either of them be willing to take the risk?

We meet a lot of people every day. Some of them may be just another stranger passing by.......but only one of them can become that someone who can change your life forever. Changes might be good, most of the time, bad. The road we faced was life-threatening. and still.....I am and will forever be grateful. PS. This is fanfiction. None of this ever happened in real life. Mwa enjoy! xo

What happens when the Vice President and a former House pet who declined to be in the student council get mixed up because of the Presidents plan DISCLAMER ( I don't own any of the characters)

Jamie and Dakota have always been close due to their roles in the fifty shades trilogy. Will Dakota finally tell Jamie how she really feels? Will Jamie have a guard up or will Dakota protect herself from heartbreak? Credit to the owner of the manip!

Kara Danvers has a heart of steel. So does Lena Luthor. However, their versions of steel are a bit different. Their relationship is tested when an attack occurs and Kara's secret is revealed to Lena. Not only that but a new Danvers comes home to stir up some confusion.

Say hello to the perfection of Cybele- tall, gorgeous, millionaire. She's a supermodel by day and a kidnapper extraordinaire at night. When she took Princess Talia from the castle one night, the whole country was sent into chaos. Princess Talia was the only successor to the throne, and her absence baffled the kingdom. Nobody knew that Cybele was the culprit, and no one would be able to guess her reason for it. Only she knew. Watch Cybele, both our hero and villain for the story as she struggles to fulfill her wishes while trying to keep her feelings for the Princess in check.

Lena Luthor has success in many areas of her life, however love is not one of them. She has the ultimate crush on her best friend of ten years Kara Danvers, the budding journalist. After a life threatening incident in Lena's lab will she finally admit how she really feels for Kara, or keep on living a lie? (This is an AU story so Kara has no powers in this story, and the Luthors aren't a notorious evil, alien killing dynasty)

Taken by surprise on a field mission to uncover Red Room intel, the Black Widow uncovers more than she bargained for. The following events are nothing she ever expected, but everything she ever wanted.

The title says it all. A second chance for my OTP Brutasha, Hulkwidow, whatever you want to call it;) Credits for my cover, but I don't own the art! :P 3000 thanks to my best friend @rayxchel for brainstorming with me :33333 Also thank you @Hikaricecefox27 and @EverlastingTrash for giving me tips here and there ;)

Dealing with the AFTERMATH of trauma and tragedy, can tear families apart and hurdle strangers together. Healing doesn’t mean the pain was never real, the damage never done, but can love be enough for the past to no longer control a persons future? While vacationing in Panama, Hollywood's latest star meets an 'average girl next door' on the worst day of both of their lives, during a violent kidnapping where several innocent people die, including her husband. In the midst of being assaulted, Emmylou gets a hold of a gun and becomes the unlikely hero, but the media spins it and gives the action star all the credit. Later, struggling to coop with the creepy people that try to take advantage of her sudden state as a widow and new single mom, Voss steps in and tries to help his now vulnerable hero, and along the way they become friends, who accidentally kiss...a lot. But, there is no way she would ever fit into his world of privilege and he doesn't fit in her life much better either... Casting & Location Inspiration Board on Pinterest https://www.pinterest.com/sandralakeroman/aftermath/ Excerpt; 'There were no words to describe the breathtakingly horrifying look of her. Tangled long, blond hair matted with blood stuck to her face. The whites of her big eyes contrasting against pale skin spattered in blood. Wearing only a bikini bottom, her breasts were covered in blood, a large gash to her upper eye and forehead streaming blood down to her waist. But the hand she held the gun in was clean, dry and steady, raised at her shoulder height. An empty holster for a dive knife was strapped to her leg, the small blade grasped tight in the fist that stabilized the raised nine-millimeter Luger. She took two shallow breaths and turned slowly to look over at Voss and his brothers for a quick second. She collected two guns off the dead gunmen and crossed the galley, quickly freeing Voss’s hands, leaving him the knife to take care of his brothers. She said nothing.'