Shane Hollander x Ilya Rozanov x Hayley Rogers When Hayley Rogers lands her dream job as a reporter covering the NHL, she expects late nights, breaking stories, and a front-row seat to hockey's fiercest rivalries. What she doesn't expect is them. Shane Hollander and Ilya Grigoryevich Rozanov are legends on the ice-sworn rivals, relentless competitors, and two of the most dangerous men in the league. Their hatred is explosive, their chemistry undeniable, and somehow, Hayley finds herself right in the middle of it all. One interview turns into tension. One glance turns into temptation. And suddenly, the rivalry isn't just about hockey anymore. Caught between two rivals who refuse to lose-on or off the ice-Hayley must navigate ambition, loyalty, and feelings she never planned to have... before everything she's worked for spirals out of control. Disclaimer: I do not own Heated Rivalry or any of its characters. All original characters and storyline elements belong to their rightful author. This fanfiction is purely for creative and entertainment purposes. Hayley Rogers is my original character.

Odessa Beaumont is just a women trying to get her modeling career off the ground in Montreal. She's living with her best friend Avery Malcolm, Journalist for one of the biggest newspapers in Canada, ENjay. It's been a slow year in bookings for Odessa, which has let her slide into a routine of mostly staying locked up in her apartment and watching any peace of romance media she can get her hands on. She isn't concerned about the fact that she hasn't had a relationship in the last three years, unlike Avery who is very concerned. So concerned that she drags her to a charity event where Avery may or may not hatch her master plan to finally get her best friend into a relationship to save her from eternal loneliness. What happens when Odessa not only meets one, but two potential beaus?

- Two famous athletes & one ordinary girl. I mean, what's the worst that could happen.. right?

Covering their rivalry was easy. Falling between them was not.

Katalina Wheeler has always lived her life quietly on the edges of Hawkins - observant, careful, and constantly one step ahead of the panic her illness could bring. Living with cystic fibrosis has never stopped her from trying to blend in, even when it means hiding how fragile her lungs really are. But Hawkins doesn't let anyone stay invisible for long. Strange lights flicker in the woods. People go missing. And suddenly Katalina finds herself pulled into the chaos she spent her whole life avoiding. With danger closing in and her world turning upside down, she discovers that being fragile doesn't mean being weak - and that sometimes the most unexpected people bring out a strength you never knew you had.

hey guys it's my first ff though some thoughts were coming in my mind to make an ot7 indian bts ff so here it is and it will be a happy ending in this ff,hope you like this fanfic and English is not my first language so pls ignore the mistakes and there will be hindi language and abusive words used in this ff .HOPE you all like my ff .

I walked down under the bridge and I saw a hotel, well castle. Thank God, I can crash here for the night. I wonder how much money it is per night. It looked nice and pretty. It was a castle, so I expect it to be old. I walked in and my jaw dropped. I saw monsters, literal monsters everywhere. I saw skeletons, vampires, mummies, wolves, jelly looking things and Frankenstein. What the hell is going on? I screamed loudly, scared for my life. Everyone looked at me. I saw one human with orange hair, maybe they are holding him captive here. I can take him and we can escape. I took my bag and ran. I heard someone say something. "Don't let her out" Skeletons blocked the exit. I took my bag and ran past the monsters and up some stairs. I found an empty room and ran in there. I saw a closet and took my bag and hid in there. I pulled my phone out and tried to ring my dad. "Please pick up" I said I heard the same voices and feet upstairs. I turned off my phone and stayed silent. "Vhere is she?" I heard a deep masculine voice say "I think she is in here" A female voice said I heard someone sniffing probably the wolf. Then the door was opened. I screamed and kept screaming scared. My eyes were screwed shut. I peeked and saw a vampire and squeezed my eyes shut again. "Please stop screaming" The female vampire said She put her hand on my mouth to stop me screaming. I felt sparks all up my body. I opened my eyes. She took her hand off my mouth. "Please don't eat me" I said scared and opened my eyes They just all stared at me and their eyes flashed pink for a minute and I felt my eyes flash for a minute. I couldn't stop staring at them and they couldn't stop staring at me. "What the hell is going on?" I said

¿Calista Amaranthe Potter o Cassandra Jackson? Sometimes she found herself lost among the many facets of her own identity, as if each name represented a different life that she had to balance in secret. She had devoted years to protecting Magical Britain, and saving it during the Battle against Voldemort had been the culmination of all her efforts. She never imagined that surviving beyond that confrontation would leave her life open to new and bewildering adventures. After the calm that followed the chaos, she felt the need to escape, to discover worlds beyond the walls that had always confined her. She traveled across continents, immersing herself in unknown cultures and living experiences that seemed like something out of a dream. It was during these travels that she met a mysterious and attractive man, a stranger who offered her a few months of intense happiness, a temporary refuge where her heart could rest. However, her joy was soon overshadowed: she discovered that she was pregnant and that her child would not be an ordinary child; he bore the mark of Poseidon, a forbidden child, destined to challenge the order of the magical and divine worlds. From that moment on, she understood that tranquillity was not part of her destiny. Her life was destined to be intertwined with the extraordinary, with dangers and secrets that would drag her beyond any known limits. Between the weight of her identities and the mysteries surrounding her son, each day became a challenge that tested not only her strength, but also her ability to reconcile the past with an uncertain future. Meanwhile, Perseus Jackson would discover that his mother was none other than the Girl Who Lived, and this discovery would forever change the way the two worlds intertwined, opening doors to adventures, mysteries, and challenges that no one had anticipated. Life, clearly, was not meant to be simple or forgotten.

Mercedes "MJ" Johnson grew up unseen - the only white girl in a tough Chicago neighborhood, trapped in a violent home and carrying bruises no one asked about. But Derek Morgan saw her. Protected her. Fed her when her own house was empty. He was her best friend, her shelter, and the first boy to ever make her feel safe. Years later, they reunite at the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. She's not the broken girl he once knew - she's quiet, brilliant, and tougher than she lets on. But Derek still looks at her like she's something worth protecting, and MJ still feels safest in his orbit. Their bond runs deep - forged in childhood, sharpened by time. But what once was innocent has turned into something slower, heavier, and harder to ignore. With every case, every look, every late-night conversation, their connection deepens into something they never dared to name. Because love like theirs doesn't burn fast - it lingers, waits, and grows quietly in the spaces between survival and healing. A Slow-burn Derek Morgan Fanfic This book does not follow the Criminal Minds' timeline #1 in morgan 07/29/25 - 08/07/25 #1 in bau 08/07/25, 12/1/25, 1/1/26 #1 in fbi 08/07/25, 08/16/25 - 08/17/25 #1 in derekmorgan 12/1/25

A struggling actress, Sera, dies in a bizarre on-set accident involving a chandelier, only to wake up in a fantasy world-as a cat! But not just any cat-she's the beloved pet of the cold-hearted Duke Killian Ravendell, the infamous villain of a novel she once read.