In the aftermath of a suicide attempt, a young woman wakes up in a hospital where nothing feels real except the doctor who refuses to look at her like she's broken. Bound by ethics, silence, and the weight of survival, two strangers form a connection neither of them is allowed to name. This is not a story about being saved-but about what lingers after you live.

Eric Northman has survived a thousand years, but nothing prepares him for this: his long‑lost love tangled in the magic of a necromancer coven he's sworn to destroy. She carries a secret that could save him, ruin him, or rewrite everything he thought he knew. As their paths collide again, Eric is forced to ask himself whether she's the piece he's been missing - or the one heartbreak he was never meant to outrun.

(𝑎 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑐) When Robert Baratheon dies three days after the Trident, the realm does not mourn long. It cannot afford to. There is still a kingdom to run, a throne to fill, and a Lannister bride already promised. Roald Baratheon never wanted to be king. He wanted his brother alive. He wanted the Dornish match that had been arranged for him, the life that had been planned. Instead he gets a crown that doesn't fit, a council full of agendas, and a wife who looks at him like she is already calculating the distance to the exit. Cersei Lannister never wanted this husband. She wanted Jaime. She wanted the story she had written for herself since childhood. Instead she gets a man who is not Robert - not cruel, not drunk, not wandering - a man who comes to her door every night without fail and stays until morning, who builds glass houses in winter and calls it governance, who looks at her like she is the only interesting thing in a room full of interesting things. She finds this infuriating. She finds this, slowly and against every intention, something else entirely. This is the story of a marriage that neither of them chose, built year by year from argument and jealousy and five children and the quiet, stubborn faithfulness of a man who decided at the altar what he wanted and never once looked elsewhere - no matter how many ladies of the court arranged themselves in his path. The court whispers that the king never strays. Cersei already knows. She has the evidence every morning.

When the stock market crashed, Thomas Shelby, needs money and he needs it fast. Polly Gray has a brilliant idea. Marry a deformed, recluse artist & writer, Katherine Carter. However, their marriage comes with a terrible catch that threatens to break them both, mentally and physically. Can the two of them find love before they destroy each other with their own darkness?

Elain Robinavitch-Abbot is the Princess in Pink. One of the best trauma nurses in the Pitt. Soft-spoken. Steady-handed. Loved by nearly everyone who matters. She is also married to Robby and Jack. Most of the ER already knows. Most of them also know better than to make it their business. After PittFest, peace became something everyone protected wherever they could find it. But when a nosy intern starts watching El too closely, asking too much, and turning care into suspicion, the calm the Pitt has been living in starts to crack. And Santos is about to learn that some things are private for a reason.

The ED never sleeps, and neither do its doctors. Spencer Reeves is no stranger to late-night crises, but when Jack Abbot breezes into her life, her carefully structured world is thrown into chaos. Banter turns to tension, tension to unspoken attraction, and attraction becomes impossible to ignore. Through high-stakes trauma nights, awkward public encounters, and near-disasters, Spencer and Jack must navigate the fine line between saving lives and risking their hearts. **This is a slow burn/angsty romance. I'm going to try and kill all of us with their flirting and banter. I only own my storyline and characters, the rest belongs to HBO** Author note: I am currently a student so please be kind when it comes to updates! I'm just a girl trying to balance a degree and her favorite pass time (men over forty)

New hospital, new people, new shift. Forrest Whitaker was ready to start again. She'd be a new ER attending in PTMC, after a year of sabbatical following PittFest, she was more than ready to get back into action. What she didn't count on was for a certain past from coming back to haunt her... right on her shift - Updates once a day!

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

A curvy little college girl with zero criminal experience accidentally bagging a full-grown, dangerous, lethal mafia boss? This isn't just a story. This is a collision course. And now he's tied to a chair in her shitty apartment, bruised, furious, and very confused. While she's panicking with a taser a.k.a glitter squirt gun and leftover pizza, trying to figure out if she just committed a felony-or started the most fucked-up romance of her life. Let's start this madness.