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There are many stories told in the kingdom of Garrington. Stories of kings and their crowns. Stories of wars that reshaped borders. Stories of heroes who returned from battle with their names carved into history. Commander Reynard Lambkin was one such story. The war he fought lasted six long years. Six winters. Six summers. When he returned, the kingdom celebrated a victory that would be remembered for generations. Man called him a legend. But legends are rarely built on triumph alone. Sometimes they begin with a marriage arranged by a king. And sometimes- they begin with a woman the world had spent her entire life overlooking. Evangeline Garrington had never been meant to stand at the center of any story. She had always known her place. At the edge of grand halls. At the end of family tables. Just far enough away to be present, yet never truly seen. But the world has a peculiar way of changing the fate of those who ask nothing from it. In time, the people of Garrington would come to remember many things about that era. The king who ruled it. The war that ended it. And the commander who returned home from battle. But those who truly understood the story would remember something else. Not the war. Not the crown. But the quiet lady who turned a cold manor into a home.

In a strange twist of history, the sudden death of Sultan Selim, the second of his name, always hits weirdly. That unexpected assassination after the near death of all his siblings, and the ascension of Sultan Qadir, a sultan whose maternity was mostly unnamed throughout history. But sudden discoveries and revelations during excavations unfold, throwing us headfirst into the tale, or more likely the legend, of the hidden consort of Sultan Suleiman, the one who evaded the eye of history while undeniably making it, Zuhre Mihriban Sultan, who we don't exactly know too well. And if you are intrigued by this mysterious sultan, who seems to have evaded history at her finest, if you are intrigued by her story, so am I. Join me as I tell you this tale of a sultana, so playful and fair, yet hidden in the world's mayfair. And with her choices, she makes this dare-her son becomes the sultanate's heir.

They say a crown is a gift, but to me, it's always felt like a gilded cage. I've spent my life playing the part expected of me, walking the fine line between honor and survival. But then there's Aderith Alexandra. Every time our paths cross, the carefully constructed walls of my world start to crumble. She is the spark I was told to extinguish, the rebellion I was supposed to ignore, and the only person who makes me feel like I'm more than just a title. Now, the kingdom is screaming for blood, and the throne is teetering on the edge of ruin. I am caught in the middle of a war I didn't start, forced to choose between the legacy I was born into and the woman I cannot live without. If staying loyal to my blood means losing her, I'll watch the whole empire burn. My name is Vincent Damir, and I am prepared to let the crown fall.

The knife kissed his throat-cold and very precise. ❝Don't move,❞ Morgana's voice said behind him. ❝Not a muscle.❞ Sage froze. He felt her breath at his nape, warm against the blade's promise.She knew exactly where to place a blade. ❝How did you get out of your room?❞ he asked calmly. ❝Step forward.❞ He obeyed. She guided him through the narrow corridor, backing him against stone, trapping him there. The knife pressed closer now-close enough to hurt. ❝Drop your sword.❞ It hit the floor. ❝You're going to get me out,❞ she said. ❝Out of your reach. I don't care where you send me-as long as I never have to see Procris Saxon again.❞ Sage smiled faintly. ❝And why would I do that?❞ The blade bit, just barely. ❝Because if you don't,❞ she said, ❝I finish what I started.❞ Silence coiled between them. Then Sage moved. In a breath, the knife was his. Her back met stone. His forearm blocked her escape, the blade resting beneath her jaw. ❝You bastard,❞ she hissed. ❝Careful,❞ Sage said softly. ❝Any movement, and this becomes... unfortunate.❞ Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath the knife. He felt it. She knew he did. ❝Do it,❞she said. ❝You've wanted to since the day we met.❞ Sage leaned closer,Their eyes locked. ❝Tell me,❞.he said slowly , dangerously,.❝why I shouldn't.❞ *** Power is never inherited cleanly. It is taken-by fire, by blood, by betrayal. Sage Saxon, High Marshal of Wein, is the Queen's most loyal weapon-and her most dangerous liability. What he does not have is freedom.And Morgana Hawthorne is nothing but a pawn to get that freedom -THE CROWN.Or at least that's what Sage thought. Morgana of Bellorophen wants none of this. But when survival demands a contract sealed in vows,she has no option but to marry the man she vowed to kill. Their marriage was designed to end. strategic , temporary, and controlled. Love, unfortunately, does not follow design.

The fae realm was supposed to be whimsical and an escape from reality. But when Ursula follows August, a fawn prince of the Dawn Court, through a portal, she realizes it's anything but. Every creature thirsts for human flesh and blood--in more ways than one. As the two form a friendship and, soon after, a blossoming romance, they have to fight tooth and nail to keep each other alive, no matter the cost. Assassination attempts, time travel, and and evil hidden within Elitist fae courts will have them tearing down personal ideologies, relationships, and their own physical and mental limits. Saving the Fawn Prince will have your head spinning and your heart aching as both characters learn who they truly are, and what they mean to one another. + + + Updates Wednesdays at Midnight

This is a work of dark historical fiction includes self-harm, suicide and death, scandal, psychological abuse, scenes and discussion around the topic of sexual, emotional trauma triggering scenes, reading this should have a strong senses and courage to understand the plot of the story. all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Betrayed by her royal blood and executed by order of her holy emperor father, Princess Myrrh Celestia Vailenor swore her vengeance with her dying breath. Returned by the grace of unknown to the moment before her fall, she will carve her path in blood, tear apart the family that betrayed her, and seize the throne by rebellion. "From death I will return, crowned not by grace but by blood, and the empire shall kneel in ruin." ©

Ever wondered what it would be like to go into the world of one of your favorite novels. Well this is exactly what happened to me. Let me explain I had just got cheated on by my boyfriend and then I got ran over by a truck, Cliche I know 😅 , but it gets better. Now I am Christina Vale the villainess of the story. It seems fate had a twisted sense of humor today. But I'm not going to back down. I'm going to change my story and maybe just maybe find romance too. Hi y'all 👋 , if you've read my stories before you know that this is my first time making a villainess reincarnation story so please bear with me. Feel free to share your thoughts and hopefully this book with your friends. School is ongoing so it will be 1 chapter every 2 weeks. I'm sorry 😞. Love, - Lily 🪴 2 in hidden power

They took her sight, her throne, and her trust. But when the storms rise, so does she. Now Eira must choose. Between running and love, between the crown and the one man she cannot lose. They say the island remembers. Its six points rise like blades from the sea, carved not by time but by will-old will, war-forged and sealed with blood. Once, long ago, there was peace. But peace is a fragile lie, and power has a taste too rich for those born too close to thrones. And so the old king fell. A new line rose, crowned not by right, but by betrayal. And from that line came a bride. Untitled, unwilling, and dangerous without knowing it. Her name was Eira. She was never meant to refuse. She was never meant to survive. Blinded by treachery, betrayed by blood, she was given as bait to lure a boy who would be king. But she was paired with another. Chosen. The island woke. And in the dark, where eyes fail and truth sharpens, Eira rose. Not with sight, but with vision. And the island was watching. And love was by her side. This is the story of the girl who failed every test. Until the one that mattered. And of the man who loved her not for her power, but for her resistance to it. Before Eira, there was only fear. After her, nothing would be the same. Now updated with a never-before-seen three-part prequel! Read to the end for the icy origin of Lucan and Eira's bond.

"He was a warrior to the world, but a poet in her presence. Every scar on his body told a story of battles fought, but the deepest wound was the love he could never claim. For though he would die for her a thousand times, she was the one war he could never win" -Enchanted Elysian ____________________________________________ In a kingdom where duty is heavier than love, Princess Scarlett is bound to a future she never chose. Promised to a prince, torn between loyalty and her heart, she finds herself caught between two worlds-one of responsibility... and one of forbidden love. Because in Edevane, not all love stories are meant to end happily. And some choices... change everything. ____________________________________________ "Some vows are written in ink... others, in blood." "The people don't need a queen who loves... they need one who obeys." - Prince Castien "If protecting you is treason... then I will wear that title gladly." - Sir Ayden "If my title isn't enough to make you mine then I'll rather leave the position than letting you go" - Princess Scarlett And while secrets blossom in moonlit gardens, Prince Alaric falls for a maid with stars in her eyes. "I'd trade a thousand thrones for one hour where I'm free to choose her." - Prince Alaric Four hearts. One crown. And a kingdom built on fragile lies. "Let them call it rebellion... we'll call it love." ____________________________________________ Ft. @jeontaeffs

I killed a dragon at nineteen. Then I wiped my hands, sat in its blood, and let a prince I'd never met take credit. Because in my kingdom, a woman can't hold a kill. But she can hold a marriage. And a marriage is a door. He knew the moment he rode in. Saw the wound. Saw my too-clean hands. Took the lie anyway. Now we're engaged. Living in the same palace. Running the same con from opposite sides. He's building a power base through my name. I'm building one through his. Neither of us has said a word about it. Neither of us planned on the midnight gallery. Three minutes of honesty. One real conversation. And the slow, catastrophic realization that the person who could ruin everything is also the only one who's ever actually seen you. You can't unwatch someone be real. You definitely can't keep playing someone who makes you want to stop.

"ANCIENT PROFECIES. BROKEN FAMILIES. A PLACE WHERE LOVE CAN DESTROY YOU." Many broken hearts. One deadly Crown. After a devastating betrayal, Beth and her family are placed under the Crown's judgment. Their punishment? An impossible choice: eternal exile... or one year trapped inside the royal court of Saint Arbor. Among poison, silk gowns, whispers, and a dangerously captivating prince, Beth must survive a game she never agreed to play. But while Beth fights for her future, her mother Olivia is forced to face the past she tried to bury - one with cold blue eyes and unfinished business. Secrets lurk in every shadow of the castle: ghosts, demons, fae, angels, and a prophecy that could destroy them all. And in a kingdom where hearts are the easiest weapons to use... Falling in love might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

Everyone in the capital feared Lady Valeriane Ashcroft. Cold. Manipulative. Cruel. The perfect villainess. But one quiet morning outside a temple, she finds something unexpected. A baby. Abandoned. Silent. Watching her with strange violet eyes. Valeriane should have walked away. Instead, she takes the child home. What begins as a moment of inconvenience slowly becomes something far more dangerous - because the child refuses to leave her side, cries when separated, and somehow looks at the feared villainess like she is the safest place in the world. But the capital is not kind to villains. The crown prince-her former fiancé-now stands beside a beloved saintess whose smile hides something far darker. The court whispers. The temple watches. And fate itself has already written the villainess's ending. In the story everyone knows, Valeriane Ashcroft dies alone. But the story never mentioned the child. And Valeriane has never been the sort of woman who follows the ending she was given.

Throne of Masks: Trust No One The throne is no longer inherited. It's earned - through betrayal, blood, and brilliance. Ninety-seven girls. One empire. Only one crown. When the Empress declares that her successor will not be chosen by blood but through cunning, strength, and survival, chaos spreads across the continent. Girls from royal bloodlines, noble houses, saintly shrines - and even a spy queen in disguise - are summoned to compete for the throne. But this is no mere game. Over years of manipulation, backstabbing, assassination, and psychological warfare, most will fall. Only eight will rise. And not a single soul can be trusted. Let the war for the crown begin.

Fae warrior Rayna Shahid has never fit the mold. Too strong, too loud, too good at spilling blood and eating whole steaks with her bare hands-exactly the kind of female most males don't know what to do with. Except Lorcan Salvaterre. They've fought beside each other for centuries in Maeve's brutal cadre-two weapons forged in the same hellfire, shaped by the same merciless queen. Rayna, the wildfire. Lorcan, the blade. They were never supposed to want anything beyond survival. They were never supposed to want each other. But fate has a sick sense of humor-because the moment the bond snaps into place, it's like a blade to the throat for them both. Rayna has already buried one warrior who never came back from war. And Lorcan has lived long enough to know that anything he lets himself love becomes a weakness his enemies will exploit. So they pretend. They deny. They fight the bond with teeth bared and shadows snarling-until an old ex crawls back into Rayna's orbit, old wounds rip open, and a new war brews at Terrasen's borders. Now Rayna and Lorcan have to navigate bloodshed, jealousy, ancient magic, and their own stubborn hearts-while trying not to kill each other in the process. He's a weapon honed by centuries of violence. She's wildfire with a temper that could scorch kingdoms. Together, they might just burn the whole world clean. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers-to-mates fantasy romance set in the Throne of Glass world, featuring sharp banter, feral protectiveness, emotionally constipated immortals, and the kind of devotion that terrifies them both.

Ballad of the Damned | by Thalyn In the glittering court of Aurelia, songs mask sins and poetry veils poison. Elian Fenrick, a silver-tongued bard from the gutters, has only one purpose: Revenge. After his family was unjustly executed by the boy king's decree, Elian vows to destroy the monarchy from within-verse by verse, secret by secret. But when the once-orphaned poet earns a place beside the very king who ruined him, everything begins to unravel. King Auren Valemir III, naive and starved for affection, finds solace in Elian's words... and soon, in Elian himself. Shadowing them both is General Cassimir Renault, the kingdom's sharpest blade and its fiercest protector-loyal to the throne, wary of the bard... and caught in a war of his own heart. Three men. A court of masks and daggers. Soldier, Poet, King

All she wanted was a normal life. Reborn to an unfavored consort, she keeps her head down... until she saves a boy. Haunted by memories, she defies the court, igniting loyalties and betrayal--and facing who she is. Content warnings: trauma, slavery, war, suicide/self-harm, and emotional abuse/neglect.

Gareth of Orkney was raised to inherit strength, discipline, and legacy. At Caer Nemeton-the academy for noble and royal boys-futures are shaped through rigorous study and the brutal trial known as the Gauntlet. It determines not only academic path, but worth. Gareth intends to pass. He intends to belong. But belonging begins to fracture when the role he has been groomed for no longer fits. As dysphoria deepens and the quiet refuge of Holloway Crossings offers space to breathe, Gareth begins to confront the truth beneath expectation. With Arthur Pendragon at his side-another boy burdened by his name-Gareth finds the courage to imagine something different. When family loyalty collides with identity, a choice must be made. Some inherit their destiny. Others must claim it.

She was never meant to wear the crown. But when betrayal shatters the court, Abigail must rise. With vengeance in her heart and a forbidden love in her shadow, she must choose- Loyalty to the throne... or love that could destroy it all. - In a kingdom where silence is power, she was born to roar. Abigail, the hidden heir, is forced to rise when betrayal bleeds through the royal court. Crowned with secrets and cloaked in scars, she must choose between vengeance and mercy, love and loyalty. But the throne whispers... and it remembers every sin. Will she rule with her heart, or burn the empire down? 👑 A story of power, prophecy, and a queen no one saw coming.

The historical dynasty, shadowed by golden brown and red.... golden by crown , brown by war and red by blood....a story of Concubine, a princess and an Empire torn between this golden brown and red.

Xiang Liu's hand slammed against the wall behind her, caging her in, water streaming down the hard lines of his jaw. "You don't even realize it, do you?" he said lowly, eyes fixed on her mouth. "How recklessly you test my control." Yueling blinked up at him, cheeks flushed from cold-or maybe from how close he was. "I-I was just trying to help-" His fingers curled under her chin, tilting her face toward his. "Then stop running to fix things that don't concern you. I'm not someone you can save." But then his lips crashed against hers, fierce and unrelenting, the kind of kiss that sears and drowns all at once. Her mind went blank, breath stolen by the heat blooming in her chest. And when he finally pulled back, just barely, his voice was quieter-possessive. "Next time you throw yourself into danger for someone else, Yueling... I might not be so merciful." -------------- Disclaimer: The plot, storyline AND OC's of this work are my original creation. However, most characters belong to the Lost You Forever drama and novel, and all rights to them remain with their respective creators. This fanfiction is a transformative work created purely for entertainment and personal enjoyment-no profit is being made. Please do not reproduce, copy, or repost this in any form, with or without permission. Cross-posted on Archive of Our Own (AO3).