[This story is now FREE] Florette moves to Versailles, only to discover a group of Fae are destroying France. Allying with the battled-scarred Destan, she has to save the kingdom. ***** Florette, a painter's apprentice, is finally welcomed to the palace of Versailles. Ready to work, she notices that several of the courtiers are too beautiful to be human. Soon a battle-scarred warrior, Destan, tells her the truth: a faction of Fae have left the faerie and are slowly destroying the French monarchy. Determined that France must not fall, Florette is forced to use her skill to smuggle messages about the Fae inside her own paintings. Can she trust the rugged warrior at her side? And can Florette save France from creatures beyond mortal control?

*WATTPAD FEATURED* *UNEDITED* "You can't erase the pain, nor can I. You can't erase the reasons behind my fake smiles, you can't change the past, nor can I. We can't turn each other's faith, we can't vanish each other's mistakes, but I promise, I promise you that through all your regrets, pain and heartbreaks, I will be there for you, I will be there for you to love you, to support you, to be your pillar. I will always be there with you, in the same road. Yah, I can't promise to make the pain go away but, but I promise that you will not face it alone, you're never going to face it alone. We are going to do that together, for each other." - The Golden Girl **************************************** ©iiqueenbee_ | 2018 Featured by : @talentscouts Completed.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Leah." Underneath those thick lashes peeked jade crystals, blazing with some daring spark that once again woke that primitive greed I could not control. "You're my wife now. I can have you whenever I please." I had leaned over her as she sat in the bathtub, all tumbling hair of gold and one daring smile that had my blood rush with mad desire; an erection that throbbed since the second I had interrupted her bath. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she ran her hand over her lathery bare leg. Damnation. She was playing my resistance. "Can you? Remember the rule?" A mere glance up at me and another wave of heat rushed up my legs. When she traced her wet finger over my jaw, I had to suspend that crippling necessity to scoop her in my arms right then, and take her to my bed for the night. "Six months.. One night. Who will break it first?" Those crimson lips moved in a way that had me pulsing with lust. A growl broke from my chest with the realization of her words. A rule I made up. Hell, it was supposed to be a marriage of benefits only. Six damned months only. And yet- "The rule stands for you only." I reminded. Why was I still dressed? Why in the hell was I holding back when she sat there naked in that tub, waiting for me to ravish her? "I will never beg for a night with you, Valentine." She said the obvious. "Because you'll do it first." *** |18+ Mature Content|

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 I wish life had a remote controller so I could skip my teenage years. Who would have thought living could be this painful when you grew up with all the love a child could wish for. It feels privileged to feel like a burden, but I do. 𝐆𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐫 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 There are two problems in my life I can't solve. Number one, I'm in love with a girl I can't have. Number two, I destroy everything I touch. I would burn for her if I knew it'll make her feel better. Instead, I started burning the ground I used to walk on with the decision I made. CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN!!! Sunset is a devils night fanfiction about the children of the four horsemen and their wives. It's mostly written from Indie Graysons and Gunnar Torrance point of view. None of the characters are mine all rights go to Penelope Douglas! The TWs: Eating disorder, depression, violence, language, trauma, smoking, drinking, drugs, panic attacks, blackmailing