Angel Gilbert is the opposite of her twin, Elena. With her blonde hair and deep brown eyes, she gives off the appearance of a saint. Cursed with being the sister of every doppelgänger, Angel has seen it all. After the tragic accident off Wickery Bridge, the Gilbert siblings chose different coping mechanisms. Jeremy turned to drugs, Elena turned to writing, and Angel turned to not caring. Truthfully, there was never much of a change in the blonde Gilbert. She always had unbreakable walls. Her dark eyes were always dull with indifference. She was forever calm and collected, never showing emotions. She was quite and observing, seemingly all-knowing. Unlike all of her doppelgänger siblings, who had the Petrova fire, Angel was made of it. What will happen when the Salvatore brothers and the Mikaelson boys meet the blonde-haired beauty again? "Every man chooses the doppelgänger, but in the end they all regret their decision." ~Klaus Mikaelson Note: Will not really follow along with the show and will contain drug/alcohol use, mentions of sex (NO Rated-R scenes), suicidal actions, and cursing. I am in no way encouraging any of the above topics. I do not own anything, except for Angel and her plot.

After Siberia, little by little Tony Stark disappeared. A year after, the Rogues are welcomed back in the compound. But a world without Tony Stark might not be as easy as it seemed.

After reincarnating into the world of a love novel, she was excited to watch the events unfold from the eyes of an unnamed side character... only to realise how wronged the villainess truly was. Sick and tired of the male lead and his beloved 'heroine', one meddlesome Rebecca Vanderwood decides to take matters into her own hand to ensure that the villainess gets the ending and financial security she truly deserves from dealing with uncalled harassments and accusations from these idiots. A light novel.

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"A curse! A curse on you!" Rosalia de visevtia was the flower of society, but she was convicted of her crimes and sentenced to death But what if she cast a curse right before she died? What if the curse isn't what it seems? What if the only person who could undo the curse was a very sarcastic teenager? Read to find out! The plot is original and was created by me. I do not own any of the pictures, they belong to their respectful owners. Started on the 28th of July 2020 Completed on the 5th of September 2020

Volumul II al seriei "Imperia" Curtea regală nu a fost nicicând un loc mai sângeros decât acum. Imperiul e pe cale să se prăbușească, iar miza supremă pentru care toți calcă pe cadavre s-a transformat dintr-odată într-o coroană otrăvită. Rosalind ar trebui să fie în siguranță. Poartă în pântece copilul prințului și a devenit ea însăși o Mephisto. Dar lumina se poate transforma ușor în întuneric, iar orice speranță se poate sfărma chiar sub proprii ochi. Poate că nimeni nu a fost de la bun început cine a pretins a fi... Mai presus de toate, aproape niciodată dorințele inimii nu se contopesc cu datoria, iar Rosalind se va vedea curând prinsă în capcana propriei iubiri interzise. Secretele încep să se dezvăluie rând pe rând, iar castelul plămădit din aparențe înșelătoare își găsește ușor sfârșitul. Însă orice va fi, sângele va curge... Un rege se prăbușește, în timp ce altul se înalță spre putere. Iar Rosalind își are și ea propriile mișcări plănuite cu grijă. E timpul ca ea să nu mai fie simpla prințesă. Pionul de la început a devenit de-acum un jucător versat. E timpul ca trandafirul să strălucească și să-și capete locul cuvenit... Sau să se lase pârjolit de flăcările dintr-o lume a păcatelor nimicitoare. All rights reserved ©Anna Feodorovna. Copertă realizată de orianaines. ♡