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Fresh out of grad school, drowning in debt she didn't ask for, she answers an ad that promises more money than she's ever seen. Desperate, exhausted, and with nowhere else to turn, it feels like a lifeline. All she has to do is carry a child for two strangers. It should have been simple, clinical, and entirely business. But the moment she meets them-rich, magnetic, and unnervingly attentive, nothing about the arrangement feels simple anymore. Some lines were never meant to stay uncrossed, and she's about to find out exactly which ones.

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❝ I can't believe I'm saying this,❞ he breathed, running a hand through his long hair. Nesta held her breath, anticipation coiling in her belly. ❝ I can't live without you.❞ Highest rankings: #2 in Nessian #4 in acotarfanfiction #11 in nestaarcheron

A crossover between ToG and ACOTAR series. (Contains spoilers for Tower of Dawn and A court of frost and Star light) INCOMPLETE! WILL NOT BE PICKING UP AGAIN

A Court Of Dusk and Destruction Prequel! The Highlord of Night is mates with the Heir to Dusk Court. However, this puts fear in the other courts, but what will they do against the two most powerful courts in Prythian? Even many within these courts have reason to end their union. With war and death, Dusk fell to Night. The story that became a legend to all of what is now the Nightcourt was never just a myth, but history.

Elain Archeron was never meant to be seen. Soft. Quiet. Forgettable. That's what they believed. That's what she let them believe. But something in her changed the moment she was Made-and Azriel was the only one who noticed. Because his shadows did. They don't just follow her. They listen. They *recognize* her. And Azriel knows what that means. He's lived with shadows his entire life-knows what they are, what they come from, what they take from you. So he keeps his distance. Keeps his silence. Because if Elain begins to unravel the way he once did- He won't be able to stop it. But Elain doesn't need to be told something is wrong. She feels it. In the spaces between seconds. In the moments she can't remember. In the reflection that doesn't always move when she does. And when her mind begins to fracture-when the shadows stop listening to Azriel and start answering to her- The truth becomes impossible to ignore: The power inside her isn't new. It's been there all along. Watching. Waiting. And it was never meant to belong to just one of them. In a world where shadows are not what they seem, and sight is more dangerous than blindness... Some truths don't come to light. They wait in the dark.

ACOTAR Fanfiction Andra is forced to compete in the dark queen Amarantha's "Court of Champions", a group of Prythian's most highly skilled warriors who are forced to fight to the death in a spectacle of bloodshed every Solstice celebration Under the Mountain. Andra has given up hope of living through Amarantha's cruelty. In her final Solstice battle - the one Andra knows will kill her - she's matched with an opponent unlike any she's ever faced before...

Gracelynn is the daughter of a lesser lord in the Winter Court. She has accepted her position and responsibilities in life, until an arranged marriage changes everything. Gracelynn's life drastically changes when she leaves behind everything she knows for something she has always dreamed of: a life of her own choosing. *We're pretending that this is either before Feyre is even born or that she doesn't exist at all LOL* **Please leave comments and feel free to correct me on things! The SJM universe has so much detail and I want to do her and the characters justice**

I just wanted to write a fic where Azriel is how he would be in the original series! This takes place after the ending of ACOSF. Y/N is a Peregryn warrior from the Dawn Court, and she finds herself assigned to a mission with Azriel from the Night Court. The two fae grow... close while spending time together in the forest.

A fanfiction story inspired by ACOTAR. A fae from the spring court, Viola, runs away from her abusive home. Along the way, she happens to stumble across a special Illyrian soldier, our beloved shadow singer. There's an undeniable connection between the two. Has destiny finally come to claim Azriel's heart once and for all?

Before Thea was born her mother captured a Suriel, desperate to know why the babe in her belly felt unnervingly strange. After learning that the babe was cursed born, the High Lord of the Spring court and his mate travelled to Hybern seeking out their friend, the King. Thea was given to the King in hopes that somewhere in his books of spells he could find a way to remove the magic that cursed their daughter, and then be returned back to them. Over 500 years later, after her family was killed by the Night Court and the King who went against his promise by torturing and experimenting on her is dead, she escapes. Fulled by a lust for revenge on the Night Court and the younger brother in the Spring Court, who never came for her after their parents were murdered. She will not go down easily, not after spending the last five centuries planning, listening and learning.

❝ Nesta, wait. I can explain-❞ "I don't care to hear your excuses, confessions or apologies right now-" she whirled around to face him. "Save it," she spat. "Nesta, please-" he started, but she was already gone. #6 in acotarfanfiction #16 in nestaarcheron

Hey Followers, In this story I talk about my feelings and I have a fan fiction going on Stay Cool my Baby Illyrians! #743 in Random (3/11/2017) #701 in Random (4/11/2017) #683 in Random (11/11/2017) #639 in Random (13/11/2017) #638 in Random (13/12/2017)

Prompt - I would like to request a Azriel story. The reader is a healer and she saves azriel's life. Then, when he get better, he comes back to thank the reader and they find that they are mates

With Velaris now open to the Hewn City, Cyra goes to visits. She soon is determined to dig through Prythian's history to discover why they were separated for so many generations in the first place. Will the mythical, missing eighth court be found? And will it cause even more discord between the divided courts that were never meant to be one?

In a vast land of magic and wealth, there ruled seven high ladies. Some were fair, some were cruel, and some chose to rule in solitude. Among them was the most powerful high lady ever to exist... The High Lady of the Night Court *an ACOTAR retelling*

An ACOTAR Fix Fic. When a terrifying human/lion/faerie/monster/thing storms into her family's hut to kidnap her little sister Feyre, ultimate Eldest Daughter Nesta takes off into the woods after her. Wacky adventures ensue including Amaranthathon, the hottest reality TV show on Prythian Plus.

Nobody expected the female that tried to kill The High Lord and Lady of Night's son would become so significant to The Night Court.

Five years ago, she fled with a secret-the son Rhysand never knew existed. She built a quiet, hidden life... until the day her little boy runs straight into the arms of the High Lord she swore she'd never face again. One look at the child with his violet eyes, and Rhysand knows the truth. Dragged back into each other's orbit, old wounds reopen-lies, heartbreak, fear, and the pull between them that never died. Rhys is determined to earn a place in his child's life-and in hers, no matter how many years were stolen from him. A story of second chances, stolen years, found family, and a love stubborn enough to survive fate itself-if she's brave enough to claim it.