When a grieving girl moves to La Push to live with her aunt Emily after her father's sudden death, she doesn't realize the forest is watching her- and something inside her is waking. Haunted by strange dreams and a heat beneath her skin she can't explain, her world shatters the night she's attacked in the woods... and saved by Paul Lahote. But when their eyes meet, something ancient ignites- a bond neither of them saw coming. She doesn't know she's a wolf. And he's just imprinted on his mate.

some flames never meant to be lit still burn the longest. Rowan Carter isn't looking for forever. A nursing student from Seattle, she's just trying to survive her last semester of clinicals, pay rent on time, and avoid the kind of heartache she's seen hollow out the women in her family. Volunteering at the La Push community clinic was supposed to be simple-until a bonfire on the beach, two beers too many, and a beautiful boy named Sam Uley shifted something she didn't mean to feel. It was supposed to be casual. Uncomplicated. Quiet. Except Sam is already in a long-term relationship. One he never mentions. And two months later, Sam disappears-only to return changed, colder, sharper, eyes burning like something wild. When he sees her again, something in him snaps. Imprint. That's what they call it. Destiny, bonded souls, all that mythic, suffocating magic. But Rowan doesn't want fate. She wants the truth. Now caught between a love she didn't ask for, a betrayal she didn't cause, and a secret world she was never meant to see, Rowan has to decide: walk away, or burn in it. Tension-heavy. Elemental. Dangerous. A story about guilt, grief, and the slow, painful way we choose one another. This is not the imprint story you've read before. #1 vampiresandwerewolves 7/31/25 #4 jacobblack 7/30/25 #1 samuley 7/1/25

Aurora Rebel Swan was supposed to be the trophy child of a widowed mother thriving in modern aristocracy. However, her father raised her better than to be a pawn on someone else's board, especially if her freedom was on the line. And she had no intention of being anyone's trophy anytime soon. *** Paul Lahote always assumed that the girl of his dreams would be his rational half. A girl so docile and sweet you'd assume she was porcelain. than he met a girl who started an entire career as an MMA fighter in spite of her cruel mother. And suddenly, his desire for a girl made of porcelain was shattered and replaced by an addiction to a girl built of fire and steel. *** DISCLAIMER: I don't own the twilight saga nor any characters, plot or setting involved. PAUL X OC - FAN FIC (Currently under revision, please tolerate the grammatical errors until completed)

Finnick Odair thought winning the Hunger Games would be the hard part. He thought that if he could just survive the arena, everything would be okay, that life would get better. He was wrong. But he found refuge on a small stretch of beach, untouched and hidden from prying eyes, where the sea whispered secrets only he could hear. And it was there, on the shore, that he found her. The girl who would become his home. Finnick odair X Female OC Friends to lovers she is not a tribute

You never planned on falling for someone like him. Too loud. Too golden. Too hopeful. You were a pediatric surgeon-calm, efficient, and emotionally detached. You healed children. You ignored their parents. You came home to silence and preferred it that way. Until the night he showed up at your door, bleeding and stubborn, holding a terrified little boy in his arms. Lieutenant Joaquín Torres was supposed to drop off the kid and disappear. But he stayed. He stayed when you needed quiet. He stayed when you told him to go. And without even trying, he reminded you what it felt like to be seen-not just as a surgeon, but as a person who still had a heart. You weren't looking for chaos. But he brought it anyway. And maybe, just maybe... you didn't mind. ✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE I don't own any Marvel characters. All original characters and plotlines are mine. Enjoy 🤍

And for the first time since the world had broken him, Henry chose not to destroy what he found

There are two kinds of people in the world, or at least in Pepper Buckley's small, one town, one district world. Those people are Leatherbacks and Horseshoes. She's a Leatherback. A street rat. A hood. A gangster. Did I say hood? She's been fighting since she was brought into the nasty world she lives in. When she's reaped for the 66th Annual Hunger Games and meets the stupidly praised Golden Boy from District Four, her life is turned into a hurricane of mess-ups. Poor Pepper Buckley. Finnick Odair x OC

This is what I like about photographs: - They catch people in their rawest moment - They freeze good memories - They're proof that once, for a heartbeat, everything was perfect. How could one boy go from stealing a bottle of beer to falling in love with a vampire? Forks...am I right? Mature Completed

Y/N L/N is an enigma. An outgoing, cheerful, smiley teenage boy. Happy, sociable, excitable. A hidden gem in the rough of Japan's younger soccer players. And the winner of the Ascension Project, a secret project designed by the JFU to forcibly create the best forwards in the world. A sadist, a prodigy, and by all meanings of the word, an egoist. When Y/N is invited to the Bluelock Project, his first thought is that it would be a waste of time. He hides his true abilities, staying low and out of sight. But as Bluelock's trials and challenges test him in a way he never would've expected, and a demon of his past returns to haunt him, he's forced to ask the question. Is he really fit to be the greatest striker in the world? Top Rankings: #2 in fanfiction 03/02/25 #1 in anime 18/02/24 #2 in reader 11/07/24 #1 in bl 08/08/24 #1 in male 15/02/24 #1 in malereader 17/02/24 #2 in readerinsert 23/10/24 #1 in bluelock 24/05/24 #1 in egoist 22/12/23 #1 in bllk 03/02/24 #1 in ego 26/02/24 [Completed as of 22/10/24]

{BOOK ONE} There are five factions. Each had their own reasoning for thinking why the war had happened. Dauntless; cowardice and fear. They strive to be brave, fearless. Erudite; ignorance. They strive for intellect, to be smart and curious. Candor; deception. They strive to be honest. Amity; they blamed the war itself along with fighting. They strive to be kind, forgiving, peaceful. Abnegation; selfishness. So they strive to be selfless. Dauntless are our police. Erudite are our teachers. Candor is the law. Amity are the farmers. And Abnegation are our government. I would sit on the ground everyday, wearing my yellow dress with black sandals. Wasn't the best thing for me. Dresses made my shoulders to broad, especially the flowing ones. When I was home alone, or with my mother, I would wear I tight black shirt and white shorts. No one would really approve, mostly because they were Candor colours along with the fact it's not... welcoming enough. I never understood Amity, not because of the kindness and the peacefulness; well, mostly the peacefulness. Whenever it should come down to defending ourselves or walking away. We walked away. It confused me. Maybe I wasn't Amity enough to understand. Maybe I wasn't kind enough. Maybe, just maybe, I didn't belong here. So where do I belong? A/N : First chapter is a little sketchy but that is the case with all of my books. I promise it does get a lot better afterwards Start: Feb 06 2021 End: Dec 15 2021