𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 ❝ Cause we're the masters of our own fate We're the captains of our own souls... They say only the good die young That just ain't right... And a lust for life, and a lust for life Keeps us alive, keeps us alive. ❞ (TWILIGHT - BOOK 2 SEQUEL) 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂 ©️ marjoriechalamet

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙣, 𝙉𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙖. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨, 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙮 𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚." "𝙋𝙖𝙪𝙡, 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨!" "𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨?"he whispers. "𝙉𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮." Princess Nadira Corrino was born to inherit the Imperium, liberate Arrakis, and usher in an age untouched by blood. Paul Atreides sees that future. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙩. He will not kneel beside her throne. He will not remain her consort. For his soul-fire, he will murder every bond, extinguish every escape, and become the eternal Spice Emperor. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨.

ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇꜱ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ [Erotica with story] Two husbands. One runaway wife. No dignity left. Daniel Molloy expected a vampire interview. He did not expect Lestat de Lioncourt and Louis de Pointe du Lac sitting in a ruined penthouse, crying into microphones and begging their runaway wife to come home. Her real name is Shivani. To Lestat, she was Liliana, the woman chained beside him in Magnus' tower, his first love, first wife, and first obsession. To Louis, she was his maker, his salvation, and the woman he chose damnation for. They were her husbands. Not each other's lovers. Never that. Now Shivani has left them, taken Claudia, blocked every number, burned every letter, and disappeared from their lives. So naturally, the two most dramatic vampires alive decide to win her back through a public interview. But Lestat and Louis are not the only monsters who want her. Gabrielle watches her. Marius admires her. Armand worships her. And Shivani? Shivani just wanted peace. Too bad every beautiful immortal man she meets mistakes her for religion.

Kallista Emrys was born into the ruthless world of pure-blood high society. As one of the last living descendants of Merlin - the greatest wizard of all time - the weight of her family name comes with impossible expectations, constant scrutiny, and a legacy she never asked for. When Kally starts at Hogwarts, she quickly learns the kind of hatred that follows anyone sorted into Slytherin. Surrounded by fellow pure-blood heirs burdened with their own family expectations, she finally finds people who understand her... until one infuriatingly arrogant - and undeniably handsome - blond boy becomes the distraction she never saw coming. Or... A rewrite of The Slytherin Royals featuring altered plotlines, a reimagined Yule Ball, darker more mature (wink wink) tensions, and, most importantly, enemies-to-lovers instead of friends-to-lovers.

✧ 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 | ❝ IS IT WEIRD THAT MY DAD IS THE KING OF THE GODS ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 played the life of another forbidden child ━━━ who somehow became the King of Gods's favorite child. 【 percy jackson x harry potter 】 【 watching the movies au 】 【written by cold_introvert 】

Melora Seraphine Scamander. The name might ring a faint bell. Not because "Melora" or "Seraphine" are common-gods, no-but because of "Scamander." Yes, that Scamander. I am the Great-granddaughter of Newt Scamander, magizoologist extraordinaire, and daughter of Luna Lovegood, Britain's most delightfully unhinged war heroine, and Rolf Scamander, he is just the best father in the world. Well... adopted daughter, technically. My real father? Thanatos-the primordial deity of peaceful death. I know. Dramatic, right? Apparently, Mama once prayed to him when she was trapped in the Malfoy dungeons during the war, and he didn't show up. Three years later, he did. In New York City. And, well... boom-boom, as she puts it. Then came me. Later, Mama met Papa Rolf, fell in love, got married, and he adopted me into the Scamander line. So while I didn't have a drop of Scamander blood when I was born, I do now-magically, anyway. You'd think being three fourth god, one-fourth wizard-mortal, and the daughter of Death himself would be enough chaos for one girl. But no. I attract weirdness like a magnet. Monsters don't hunt me-they worship me. Furies send me birthday gifts. Ghosts ask me for advice. And then there was Percy Jackson. The day he stumbled into Camp Half-Blood-half-dead, half-confused, and dripping blood all over my clean tunic-I made the biggest mistake of my life: I decided to help him. I should've left him to Annabeth's mercy. But empathy, as the Fates keep reminding me, has always been my fatal flaw.

In which the youngest Stackhouse goes to Texas with her sister only to find her soulmate. [True Blood S2-?] [GODRIC x OC]