"𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞." "𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which everyone thinks alina stratt hates ryland grace, but rocky can see right through it-and them, technically.

Ava Monroe is the new night shift attending doctor working at the Pitt, alongside Jack Abbot. Dr. Monroe has always been closed off, since that harrowing February day where a cancer diagnosis changed everything. Will she open up to Jack, after she reaches her breaking point? Or will she continue to lie to those around her and even herself?

An outlaw love story with bite. Cassidy "Copper" Lane doesn't do trust, not after what the world's taken from her. She rides solo, shoots straight, and keeps her scars where everyone can see them-so no one dares get close. Then Arthur Morgan shows up. Van der Linde gang enforcer. Too serious. Too smart. And way too good at peeling back the walls she spent years building. Thrown together by bad luck and worse timing, Cassidy and Arthur navigate bullets, bounty hunters, and betrayal on the fading edge of the Wild West. She's got a sharp tongue. He's got a quiet kind of storm. Together, they're either the perfect disaster or the last chance either of them has at redemption. Witty, brutal, and full of heart, The Last Draw is a gritty western romance where survival means keeping your gun loaded-and maybe, just maybe, letting someone in. Inspired by the world of Red Dead Redemption II, this gritty tale of survival, revenge, and redemption is a must-read for fans of Western epics and slow-burning romances.

Some flowers aren't meant to wilt. They're meant to wait and bloom again. Daisy Bennett awakens from a century-long sleep, still pregnant, and ready to bloom in a world that stole her spring.

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate. complete at 60k

New town. New language. New secrets. Fiora May just wanted to start over - but when she moves to La Push, she finds herself tangled in a world of legends, loyalty, and love that runs deeper than blood. And when two wolves imprint on her, she learns that forever isn't always simple... but it's always worth it. #1 in JACOB

"𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜?" 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢. "𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛," 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, "𝚆𝚑𝚢?" "𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚜." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍.

Mobster! Tony Stark x Stane! Female Reader Summary: Your father, Obadiah Stane, arranges your marriage to the heir to the Stark Empire, Anthony Stark. You don't want it at all, hoping to leave the mobster life behind. Unbeknownst to you, Anthony Stark doesn't want it either, only doing it in hopes to get in his father's good graces. Warnings: Every chapter will have its own warnings but here are some overall warnings: nakedness, talk of sex / sexual innuendos (no actual smut), torture, blood, abuse, death of main character(s), serious injuries, canon-level violence.

percilla Jackson, or Percy as she was known, lay amidst the carnage, the last ember of life flickering in her sea-green eyes. Her friends, fallen heroes of Olympus, surrounded her, their lifeless forms a chilling testament to the brutal battle. Then, a blinding light consumed her; a chorus of divine voices, Zeus's rage a palpable force, Poseidon's sorrow a tidal wave. Against her will, she was reborn - the Goddess of Justice, Vengeance, Children, and Peace, a cruelly ironic quartet of domains. A century passed, the weight of her impossible responsibilities crushing her. Her pain, far from fading, spiralled into a vortex of despair, threatening to shatter the very fabric of her divine existence. Lord Chaos, ever vigilant, saw her impending destruction. He couldn't allow such a powerful being to unravel, not when the cosmos trembled at the thought. With a flick of his chaotic hand, he sealed her divinity, her memories reduced to a whisper of her name, Percy, and her sea-green eyes a striking contrast to her now youthful appearance. He plucked her from the Olympian realm, depositing her in a dimension where the Old Gods were mere legends, a world shrouded in shadows and echoing with forgotten magic. He chose his vessel carefully: Jason Todd, the Red Hood, a man haunted by his own demons, a man who craved purpose. Based on other ff with dad Jason - Jason pulls a Bruce Wayne by Lynna5555 The Boy King and the Dark Knight by: fuckmylifeifykyk I see you're still doing the same old by:reading16 (Ao3) for one so small by: stratagem (Ao3)