She was never meant to exist. Born in the shadow of a songbird and a snake, Julia Rose Baird has lived her life as a secret. Hidden in the ashes of District 12, where stories turn to whispers and names turn to danger. But when her name is drawn for the 29th Hunger Games, the Capitol isn't just sending another girl to die. They're unearthing everything they tried to bury. A legacy of music and silence. A love that defies survival. And a story that could burn Panem from the inside out.

When Evelyn and her long-term enemy, star hockey captain Atlas, are forced to work together on a university media project, sparks fly as resisting their attraction becomes a far bigger challenge than their opposing opinions. Standalone in the Wellsfield University Series ***** Evelyn Hayes has hated Atlas Griffin, the golden boy of their university hockey team, since their very first conversation three years ago. To Evelyn, he's the womanizing, arrogant epitome of rich privilege and everything she despises. So when a university-funded media project for the hockey team throws her into Atlas' orbit, she fully expects them to be at each other's throats. What she doesn't expect is for the snarky comments and daring glares to turn into sparks of undeniable attraction. With Atlas' sights set on the NHL and Evelyn desperate to keep the media lead position she's worked so hard for, neither is interested in anything complicated. Soon, a heated one-night stand leads to an enemies-with-benefits hookup pact. But is either ready to face the consequences when the lines blur and strings start to get attached?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗋𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝖽 #𝟣 𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 （𝟥／𝟣𝟢／𝟤𝟧） #𝟤 𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 （𝟥／𝟣𝟢／𝟤𝟧）

Ella Frank needed to get away from her own life. When she saw a job opportunity to be a nanny, she jumped at the opportunity. She doesn't realize that she's going to nanny for a member of the NHL. Even more, she can't believe how much she ends up falling in love with the job and his children. Ella realizes she needs to sort out her past before she can continue on with her new life. ~~ Joel Winters was captain of the Toronto Blizzards. His biggest accomplishment was his two little children that he cared for more than anything in the world. Even if he had to leave hockey behind, he would be okay as long as he had his kids. When his assistant hires a new nanny, it brings Joel into a life that he thought he was over with.

He didn't believe in second chances. She didn't believe in people. Tadgh Lynch had spent most of his life angry. Angry at his father. Angry at himself. Angry at a world that didn't stop burning even after everything he loved had already gone up in smoke. Now sixteen, living under someone else's roof, wearing the number 11 stitched into the back of his jersey, he was still trying to outrun a ghost with his mother's eyes and a monster's voice. Everyone in Tommen knew who he was - the hothead with a rugby number and a bruised knuckle, the smile that meant trouble, the boy who never stayed long enough to get hurt. Flora Feely? She didn't care. Quiet, awkward, sharp as broken glass when she spoke, Flora had mastered the art of staying unnoticed. It was easier that way. People couldn't leave if they never really saw you. And she was tired - tired of silence in her house, tired of being Patrick Feely's little sister, tired of pretending her heart hadn't gone cold the day her father walked out and her mam didn't ask him to stay. She didn't plan on noticing Tadgh Lynch. He didn't plan on needing her. But sometimes the fire in you recognizes the fire in someone else - and it doesn't matter how much you try to smother it. It burns anyway.

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. Alexandra Everest-Walsh wasn't even supposed to be anywhere near Georgia during the fall. But a promise to her little sister brought her back home - if she could even call it that - so now she was stuck with two parents she can't stand, a sister she adores and a younger cousin that's her responsibility until she gets him back home. (If she ever does). !UPDATES WEEKLY! 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - I do not own the walking dead. I only own my characters and any added plot and storylines.

Bridget Lordan-Dempsey has spent years building walls. Sharp tongue, party-girl reputation, late nights and empty smiles - it's easier to play the screw-up than let anyone see the truth: the scars, the hunger, the constant fear she's already too much and never enough. AJ Lynch has never stopped loving her. Not when she shut him out, not when two years of silence stretched between them, not even when one messy, furious kiss cracked everything wide open again. He hides his feelings under rugby matches, cocky smirks, and bad choices, but Bridget has always been his first weakness. His only weakness. What starts as a reckless deal - rules, secrecy, no feelings - spirals into something neither of them can control. Heated hookups in hidden places turn into movie nights and old treehouse confessions, and every time Bridget swears she's out, AJ pulls her right back in. But loving each other has never been the problem. Trusting each other? Surviving the weight of family, reputation, and the ghosts of their own mistakes? That's what might break them. Because if Bridget lets AJ all the way back in, she knows one truth she can't run from: She won't survive losing him a second time.

After dealing with the last of the Daleks, the Apocalypse is finally back on the right track. She is one of three Time Ladies left in the universe, no longer the last. Rose Tyler has been changed by the TARDIS, and Jenny still lives. However, as the Apocalypse knows well, nothing lasts forever. A hectic Christmas and a worldwide crisis with the 456 are only tiny issues compared to the prophecy predicting the Apocalypse's death . . . but she doesn't know that her brother is returning, and that he isn't the only one that will be there for her in the end. All she knows is that four knocks are coming her way. But in the words of the Face of Boe, the Apocalypse is not alone. Fifth in the Apocalypse Rising series. *** I do not own anything related to Doctor Who or Torchwood. The Apocalypse, however, belongs to me, as does the concept of the Experiments.

The Force works in mysterious ways. When Senator Padmé Amidala Naberrie dies of 'a broken heart' after giving birth to her twins, she finds herself reborn in a strange place called Westeros. A place with no technology and very archaic in its treatment of people. Fallow Padmé in her new life as Naerys Velaryon, the oldest child and heir to Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, and her journey helping her new family and making a better life for the people she's destined to rule. [This is my first fanfic. constructive criticism is appreciated, but please be nice, I'll cry if you're mean]

"I won't let her 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲. I will cuff her to me if that's what it takes." "Don't you think that's a bit extreme?" "Not with 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝." "𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘯." ---𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 gore, blood, killing, violence, smut, death, strong language, paranormal stuff & more.