"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

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒃𝒂𝒅, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒘𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 -Ethel Cain DAMON: Will snorted. "You really think she killed that dude? She looks too cute. Like, I wanna pinch her cheeks, not call the cops." "She looks cute," I said, eyes narrowing. "Then she opens her mouth." MARY: "I get that there's... something between you two, but he's dangerous." I let out a quiet laugh. If only they knew. If they knew about half the shit I'd done, they wouldn't be warning me about Damon. They'd be warning him about me.

╰─▸ TANGLED ALLEGIANCES * ˚ ✦ Power brought them together; lies threaten to tear them apart. In the world of ruthless power and deadly alliances, Kimberly Rossi is a pawn in a dangerous game. Forced into an arranged marriage with Mikhail "The King" Petrov, the infamous mafia boss who rules with an iron fist, she is torn between duty and hatred. Their union is not one of love, but of necessity - a strategic alliance to unite two powerful families and solidify their reign over the underworld. But from the start, Kimberly and Mikhail can't stand each other. The bitterness runs deep, fueled by lies, betrayals, and past wounds that neither can escape. As they are thrust together into a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty is a currency, both must grapple with the tension between desire and disdain. Amidst the corruption and danger that threatens to tear them apart, they begin to question if love is even possible when survival is all that matters. Their marriage is a battlefield. The question is: who will come out on top? Started: Sunday, December 29th 2024

The story of a bastard and a Prince and everyone in between. Image: Yennefer and witcher by /cathbotsman on @DeviantArt *Characters are not set to follow GRRMs plotline* No characters apart from original characters, places, objects or major plots belong to me.

A daughter born admits snow with ice in her eyes and fire in her heart A son born admits flames with fire in his eyes and ice in his heart The union between the Wolf Lady of the North and the Dragon Prince of the South will forever be remembered as A Song of Ice and Fire

"Let us raise our cups to this Farce!" Spoke Princess Aemma loud, she had gotten to her feet, a false smile ejected onto her features, she raised her cup high and slammed the cup to the table before angrily sitting back down. She could atleast show the people in the hall that she would forevermore stand on her mothers side. Aemma would refuse to let the Hightowers sketch a different store and in that very moment, she swore revenge. Aemma Velaryon Targaryen, the secondborn child and firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, born with bright purple eyes and hair white as snow, is wilder than her own mother at her age. She seems a dragon hard to tame, trouble finds her easily, yet she holds the cunning mind of a Targaryen with an edge of self destruction. Aemma quickly strikes up a kinship with Aemond Targaryen, both of them feeling like they don't fit in, dragonless, though their ambitions and dreams seem to erupt into fire that may burn both their heads off. NOTE I AM Publishing the first few chapters without Grammar and spelling corrections /edits but these will be done soon! :)

𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 is born too late to inherit and too early to be spared. The youngest child of King Viserys I and Queen Alicent grows up in the shadow of crowns and blades, learning that power is not given, it is taken, kept, and defended at any cost. targaryenoc x aemondtargaryen targaryenoc x aegoniitargaryen taragryenoc x femoc (time wise show accurate) I don't own any of the characters except for my ocs !! (Daeron is replaced by Aemara. Instead of living in Oldtown, she grew up in Kingslanding.)

Enemies to Lovers. 𝗔𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗘𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ...and she wondered, did they go from lovers to enemies or from enemies to lovers? "𝗜𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹." Queen Alicent had spoken the truth when these words had left her mouth, the moment the King decided not to punish Princess Rhaenyra's son for taking the eye of her child. In the night, in the safe place of her chambers, she gave the order to have Lucerys Velaryon taken and sold into slavery. But a regrettable misunderstanding causes Larys Strong's men to take, not the culprit, but Aemma Velaryon, Rhaenyra's youngest child, and banish her to a life of suffering and loneliness. Aemma Velaryon had not been seen since then but the gods do not forget and sometimes fate strikes back harder than you would have expected. 𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗗 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗜 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗜 21+ 𝗔𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗲𝗻 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 Cover made by me.

Tom Riddle, an abandoned child of fate, grows up in a place of neglect and resentment. As he navigates a world that never seemed to care for him, his heart hardens, his mind sharpens, and his soul becomes consumed by anger. But beneath the cold exterior lies the question: could he ever find love? Could he let go of the bitterness that has defined his life? Or is redemption simply beyond his grasp, lost to the darkness that threatens to consume him? This is the story of a boy who never knew kindness-will he ever learn to embrace it, or is he destined to be the monster the world fears?