It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

The ruthless Jarl of the rumored cold-blooded Dahlsten clan. A young maiden of the southern Haraldsson clan. Two individuals from very different worlds. One night that interlocked their paths forever. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction This story will include MATURE content, as it contains sexual scenes, possible trigger scenes and cursing in Norwegian. It is recommended for an older crowd 17+. It is not your typical Viking story, sorry kiddies. This is my first chapter story, so it will not be perfect! Consider yourself warned. Beautiful cover made by @LarissaChesser **TSVB is on temporary hold due to author's hectic life, please be considerate in comments. Thank you!

[2018 Watty's Shortlist] In a brutal world ruled by cruelty and power, Aiya is nothing more than a slave-her life defined by servitude and pain. But when her ruthless Lord betrays her and Northumbria falls under siege by Norse invaders, Aiya's life is shattered once again. Captured by the fierce warriors from across the sea, she is thrust into a harrowing journey that will test her resilience, force her to face unimaginable cruelty, and confront a destiny she never believed possible. Ragda, the rightful son of the Jarl Lowzow, and his volatile half-brother Dagr lead their warriors on a raid destined to glorify their names. Confident in the favor of their gods, they're unprepared for the chaos that follows when they encounter the fiery slave girl who challenges everything they thought they knew. A gripping tale of fate, revenge, and an unlikely spark of love that could either save them... or destroy them. [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY] A Viking's Rage,Part I Copyright ©2023 H.H.Cook ® All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced. Some mature content.

It was a time when young girls where raised to be proper lady wives. men battled for the best wife, families payed to have there daughters married off. young and carefree, Arabella the young lass of her family finds herself being married off to the laird of Mackay in the Scottish highlands. will love come or will something break them apart?

Elizabeth Blythe has never been the skinny type. All her life she's been plumper than the other kids, had more meat than the popular girls in high school and more curve than the shapeless ones in college. She spent a lot of her life being made-fun of, being the butt of all jokes; she never once believed she'd ever find love. All because she had too much hips, too much muffin-top, too much boob, too much butt; too much of everything. Who knew she'd meet Mister Right at work? Cover made by D. M. Brightwell (the author) Highest Rankings 2/18/2019 #1 in "curves" out of 781 #1 in "curvy" out of 781 #1 in "thick" out of 573 #1 in "gentlemen" out of 144 #3 in "selflove" out of 1.4K

Book 1 of the Blackstone Inc Series • • • "Well," he paused, and I was suddenly captivated by his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip before he continued, "I'm Dominic Blackstone, but you can call me Dom or Sir." • • • Dominic Blackstone is the 35-year-old CEO of Blackstone Incorporated, a man who reigns over Dallas from the top floor of his sleek, twenty-five-story high-rise. Powerful, magnetic, and utterly in control, he's the kind of man who commands attention the moment he enters a room. With chiseled good looks, a voice that drips authority, and the wealth to match his ambition, Dominic could have any woman he wanted, a force to be reckoned with. He's a textbook Type A: dominant, driven, and emotionally untouchable. His life is carefully curated, every detail refined, every move calculated. He doesn't make room for vulnerability. He doesn't fall. Until he meets her-and everything he thought he controlled begins to unravel in the most irresistible way. ----- Genevieve Carlyle is a 22-year-old woman from New Orleans with big dreams and a sharp mind to match. In her final year of college, she's determined to carve out a name for herself in the business world-usually so fierce, focused, and full of ambition. But when tragedy hits too close to home, everything changes. She walks away from the life she thought she was building and relocates to Dallas, searching for stability in the chaos. What she doesn't expect is to stay. But fate has other plans. A twist of circumstance lands her a job at Blackstone Incorporated-working directly under the enigmatic CEO himself, Dominic Blackstone. As his personal assistant, Genevieve quickly learns that ambition isn't the only thing she'll be navigating... especially with a boss who's equal parts maddening and magnetic. • • • Will Dominic and Genevieve be able to remain professional, or will passions fly? Will Dominic's past come to snatch Genevieve away? And if so, will she give in to temptation?

Please enjoy! *EDITING* Instagram is: queen.chappi Snapchat is: jordan.chapman2 Mature content She didn't want to go with him. She didn't want to be sold to a monster. Who would? She only heard of his kind in nightmares. Every instinct she possessed told her to kill herself before he could, but her heart wanted something very different. . His eyes, captured every inch of her. Other creatures were surprised there was anything left of her for them to see. He knew from the moment he saw her with chains around her wrist, he had to have her. She excited his beast and yet tammed it in the same moment. She would become all he would live for. Andrew Blood and Emily Heart. Two lives forced to join together. Two lives forced to depart. Who can survive such sweet sorrow? . . . My goal of making this story is to make you cry with emotion, make you laugh outloud so people stare at you, and make you want to vote, comment, share, and tell other people about my mistakes and greatest writting points. I hope you enjoy this story through all the goofy, sad, scary, and happy moments. Enjoy!