Fluff and smut about Lan WangJi and Wei WuXian from The Untamed, often featuring Wei Ying in his paper man form, a cheeky little paper imp, who I find absolutely adorable. Lan WangJi's brother, Lan XiChen will also appear occasionally. This fanfic is from the point of view of Lan WangJi, and the first 2-part story serves to recap their story so far. However, I would recommend that you at least watch the drama before reading this fanfic, as plot points and sweet moments from the drama and novel will be revealed. In short: Lan WangJi has loved Wei WuXian from when they were around sixteen years old, but Wei WuXian turned to a dark path in cultivation, the fight against the armies of darkness, and was killed. Thirteen years later, Wei WuXian is resurrected, and the two meet again, but how does Wei WuXian feel about Lan WangYi? A note on the names. I use the birth names in the narrative, and the other names in dialogue, depending on who is speaking and what their relationship is with the one they're speaking to. Lan Zhan, the birth name of Lan WangJi. Lan Zhan is only used by people close to him. His chosen name is HanGuang-Jun, which is an honorific that refers to him and his brother, and is used by most people in formal situations. Wei Ying, the birth name of Wei WuXian, also called The Yiling Partiarch (by those who fear him). Called Mo YuanXu when in his new body, until his real identity is revealed. Also called Senior Wei later on in the story. Lan XiChen, the commonly used name of Lan Zhan's brother. His birth name is Lan Huan, which is almost never used in the main story. ZeWu-Jun is his chosen name, used by most. Note: this is pure fanfic, and all images used are from the drama, unless otherwise stated. All rights for the characters and plot from the novel/drama belong to the writers and producers. This was again meant to be only a few scenes, but some plot crept in without permission, and now I have ideas for about fifteen chapters. Enjoy!

This fanfic is my take on how the relationship between Kengkla, the titular wolf, and Techno, his blushing boyfriend, develops after their first night together. What Kengkla did was wrong, taking advantage of Techno when the latter was drunk, and Kengla deserves to be punished. These characters are from the Thai tv series "Love By Chance", and I have only seen the show, and read some snippets of the original novel. So my fanfic will have little to do with the actual story line. I of course have no rights to these characters, or any scenes I might refer to from the original show or book. Warning: this is pure smut, with little plot, and includes lots of kinky scenes. Note: the first chapter is the same as my the collection "Naughty but nice (kinky fanfic)". I realized after I wrote it that I had more to tell, and thought it best to give the two their own story. This fanfic is now complete.

It is a well-established fact amongst those who lurk the criminal underworld that love is nothing more than a weakness. It is a weakness that those who want to destroy you will take advantage of in order to bring you down to your knees in the dirt at their feet, with the barrels of their guns pressed against the skin of your temple, ready to end your life with one meaningless flick of their finger. However, Vittorio Lucente, the Don of the most influential and notorious crime family the underworld has ever known, quickly learns that love is an emotion beyond his vast control, and that the moment he starts to fall for the broken beauty behind the bar, it is impossible for him to just stop. Rose feels as though she is a shell of who she could be, having had to live a life where violence and pain was thrust upon her the moment she was born, but that doesn't stop her from falling deeper and deeper into a world where brutality is almost as normal as needing oxygen to live. Rose has her thorns, and yet Vittorio is still all too willing to take a firm grip on her and risk his very own blood being drawn, just so long as he can keep her safe away from those wanting to hurt her. They both have their enemies and they not only threaten to tear the two of them apart, but they also threaten to completely shatter both of their worlds. - A/N - I started this book in 2015, and I'm continuing it in 2020. This is also likely to be the first out of a two book series. Warning: There will be violence and mention of abuse, sexual abuse, drugs, alcohol and sex. Author's Note: This is my first original story and these are my own characters.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.

Disloyal lovers. Emotionally neglected. Stella has reached her peak of frustration and wonders if fulfillment can ever be attained. Then one losing poker match throws Stella straight onto the bed of Ethan Bradford, one of the wealthiest and most influential business executives in the country. For him, the answer to his newly prized possession is easy. He simply wanted her.

{Removed for edit} Maliko, captain of the militia, makes an oath to a neighboring king. Now he is racing against time to locate the missing princess and protect her from the enemy's grasp. However, a mysterious woman imposes on his mission and unintentionally captures his interest. The captain never anticipates the extent of the woman's influence and sets to uncover the truth as she travels with his team.

<< The sea took her dad away. Years later it threw back someone else. >> [WARNING: Due to lack of inspiration and time, 'Breathe' has been currently labelled as On-Hold until further notice. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.]

What if? What if Leila had not run away from her pack and met Dylan? What if she had stayed behind, and followed through with her engagement to Alpha Nicolas? This is an Alternate Reality, where Leila decides to stay and confront the decision Alpha Jackson and her father made about marrying the Alpha of Raven Pack. Will Leila and Dylan ever meet? If they do, what will happen between Nicolas and Leila before that happens?

Damien and Sebastian are both Legens— a supernatural creature which only a select few know that even exists. After getting kicked out of their homes at a young age, and being considered “freaks” by their parents, Damien and Sebastian make it their business to find adventure and live life to the fullest. Despite the hate they carry towards Werewolves, they end up settling into a territory that is flooded with them. While Sebastian is trying to keep control of the order they had before and Damien is fighting the strange feelings he has for the Alpha’s daughter— they both get involved in the biggest Werewolf Pack battle the US has seen in centuries. In the end, who will win? Includes appearances from Blue Bloods, New Elite, Midnight Moon, Locus, and Imperial Pack.