Miss Alyssa Bridgerton is the one only twin sister to the very grumpy but lovable Viscount Anthony Bridgerton. When things get hard Alyssa has a tendency to run, so naturally when her father died that's exactly what she did. Leaving her 8 siblings behind, but most importantly her other half. Now returning to her duties as a debutante in this years season she's bound to run into troubles. And being Alyssa she's bound to try run, apart from maybe she doesn't want to run anymore and maybe she wants to settle down.

*This story was written with the help of my bsf @xerioxo *I made the characters, the places, the playlists for the characters, and the prompt of the whole story* Book cover made by @MoonlightInWesteros *The timeline is set in 1500s* Alexandra was born in Asmiyra she was the first girl in the royal Kitzman family, she came into the world with her twin sister Catalina. Fast forward in time Alexandra just at the age of 15 found out she was to marry the future king of Thaloria, Prince Anthony who was 18 at the time. Alexandra was taken to Thaloria and they married in a hurry for an alliance between their countries, it took some time for them to get along but they did. Will everything stay the same or will they fall apart?

Alexandria Maddox lives in a small village apart of the Kingdom of Gavaria. She stays at home with her mother and 7 year old little sister. She's always wanted to fight in the arena with other knights but was never allowed because female warriors are illegal. Well what happens when she goes behind the law and finds glory for winning match after match from her skills. And what happens when the King sends a Knight to ask Alex a very important job... to protect his beloved daughter, Princess Adrianna Quinn. ⚠️ Warning⚠️ This book does include the following: Strong language Mature content (smut possibly) Abuse Graphic Content ^ if any of those make you uncomfortable I advise not to read but I will put a warning on the chapters that have those included in case you still wanna read and just skip the parts that have them 1st photo is from "thesassyreads" on Pinterest 2nd is from "Wattpad" on Pinterest Third I'm not too sure and if someone could maybe find it it would be greatly appreciated

(Book #1 of Battle series) His eyes blazing with a rare fire. His grasp on her hand was tight enough to leave a bruise, his sword inches away from her neck. "Where are you trying to go, my love?" he whispered dangerously in her ears She gulped nervously for all she can see was the sword which could prick her skin any moment.She looked around to find out that she was surrounded, everything was broken and tarnished, the silk curtains were shredded into pieces, courtesy of his sword. Her silence angered him, his patience was on the edge. The presence of his own soldiers annoyed him, he wanted her cornered by him, he wanted her to fear him... only him. He pulled her with sudden force, she stumbled a bit but then it was his hold on her only which didn't let her fall. He dragged her to a room and threw her on the bed. Her eyes widened with fear, she tried moving to the far end of bed but failed miserably when he pulled her towards him by her wrist. "Who the hell gave you permission to go?" He screamed at her "Answer me!" he screamed again, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine "No one." She whispered "Then, why the hell did you try to run?" Even though she had answer, she couldn't speak. Gripping fear constricted her throat. She was trapped forever because deep down she knew there was no escape, no way out of here. The only way to survive was the battle but even that was hopeless. ☆☆✧☆☆✧ Lavanya Chatura, the beautiful princess of Chaturajy. A rebel to traditions and a fighter. But a single war changed her life into something, there's no escape from. Harshveer Daksesh, the cold hearted king of Daksesh. A brave, powerful and perfect king with no love, kindness and compassion. Some even believe that he's not human but a fire, fueled by anger. Will enemies turn into lovers? Is a string enough to keep 2 souls together? Will they win the battle where there's no hope of winning? To find out read Hopeless Battle

Aura is the youngest member of the Ring of Zephyrs and her popularity among the others accordingly low. Her belief in the New Octavo and its proposition that the soul does not only cling to one body, acknowledging clones as real human beings, only causes the traditional Zephyrs to mistrust her. After Proxima Opal's death, more and more followers of Luminism turn towards the preachings of the Primary Octavo, according to which the Emperor's clones are soulless beings. Inhuman, unnatural. While tensions arise within the Ring, Aura secretly travels to Trantor to inform the Emperor of the dangers ahead and offer her aid. With the Luminists conflicted between following or denying the Empire, Aura only sees one way to preserve the teachings of the New Octavo; prove to the Ring that Emperor Cleon possesses a soul. Meanwhile, an icy power awakens within her, putting her and her growing relationship with the Emperor at risk... ------------------------ Fanfiction based on the Apple TV adaptation of 'Foundation' by Isaac Asimov Brother Day (Cleon XIII) x OC HIGH PRIORITY FIC

Once a luminous axis in the outer systems-spoken of in tones usually reserved for miracles-Elydra is now erased with bureaucratic indifference, as if entire civilizations can be papered over by omission. Its constellations have been renamed. Its soil ground to carbon beneath the crawl of imperial machines. Its myths sold back to the galaxy in the form of sterilized exhibits curated by historians who never walked among the breathing temples or listened to the skyroots whisper their ancestor names. The Empire called it justice. Progress. Efficiency. Brother Day, cloned god-emperor of recursion and ritual, wears divinity like a costume passed down too many times. Sculpted in logic, crowned by inertia, he ordered the erasure of a civilization as if reformatting a file. But even precision fails when the data fights back. Elira-its one and only rightful heir-was meant to die with it. A child of the sacred bloodline, born into rites older than the Empire itself, her lineage etched in the sacred spiral script known only to the astronomer-priests and neurospirit-weavers. Her name was carved into orrery stones beside celestial predictions no longer believed. Her soul was intended to be a cipher through which the stars might remember themselves. Now chosen-offered, bartered, condemned-into political union with the executioner of her lineage, Elira maps the anatomy of revenge. Her existence is a blasphemy in the house of the Empire's gods, and she intends to profane every altar. All original characters and story elements belonging to the Foundation TV series remain the intellectual property of their rightful creators. This work is an original extension of that universe for transformative purposes. All additional characters, worldbuilding, and narrative designs contained herein are creations of my own‼️

Before the Empire, there was a name. Now, only one remembers-and she is forbidden to speak it. Demerzel, eternal and bound, serves the Genetic Dynasty as she has for centuries. But behind her eyes lies a silence too heavy to bear-a memory sealed, a truth erased. Once, there was a goddess. Once, she walked among mortals. And once, she was loved beyond reason. Her name has vanished from history. Her story buried by design. And yet, the Empire thrives... beneath her forgotten light. When echoes of the past stir in unlikely places, Demerzel begins to fracture under the weight of what she cannot say. Because the return of a name might unravel everything. And the only thing more dangerous than remembering a goddess-is loving one. Or Demerzel carries the quiet sorrow of a love she once watched unfold-between a mortal emperor and the goddess who once called her friend. Long after their story faded into myth, she alone remembers, holding their truth close as the ages turn. But a new cycle begins with her return, and new chapters unfold.

-Behiç, my beauty. I promise that we will always be together- Sultan Osman told Behiç. But, after battling with a disease, Sultan Osman dies suddenly, leaving Behiç to figure out how to move forward with her children. MC/K.

He came to conquer a kingdom... but fate tempted him with its most precious jewel.✨ When the mighty Emperor Jalal sets his eyes on Amer, his only aim is victory-to claim the strongest throne of Rajputana and bend its warriors to his will. But amidst whispers of battle and power, another rumor reaches his ears-a princess unlike any other. The hidden jewel of Rajputana... A breathtaking beauty with milk-fair glowing skin, dark ocean-blue eyes that could drown the bravest men, and ink-blue waves of hair cascading to her waist. A princess who defies tradition-draped in modern lehengas, backless cholis and dupatta tossed over one shoulder, minimal jewels adorning her flawless figure, and a curvy, soft waist that makes even legends falter. She never veils her head, never hides her fire, and lives as if no man is worthy of taming her spirit. Jalal came to claim a kingdom. But when he finally sees her... he knows only one conquest will matter- the one where this untouchable princess surrenders to him.

"Every decision I make, I make for this Empire. But she... she is the reason I fight." Ripped from her noble Venetian life and thrown into the heart of the Ottoman Empire, Cecilia Venier-Baffo refuses to be just another captive. Armed with intelligence, ambition, and an unshakable belief in destiny, she rises through the ranks of the harem, where power is won through whispers and deception. Reborn as Nurbanu Sultan, she vows to carve her name into history-no matter the cost. But power is a double-edged sword. As love and ambition collide, and betrayals lurk behind every silk curtain, Nurbanu must navigate a treacherous path where loyalty is fleeting, and survival is never guaranteed. The stars have written her fate, but she will decide how the story ends.