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She boarded the ship alone, a woman who had built her kingdom from nothing, and she left it carrying a secret that would dismantle everything she believed about power. Dahlia Whitfield was not looking for a dynasty when she arrived in Seoul. She was looking for distance. What she found was Joon Kang, the third son of a corporate empire that measured love in stock options and loyalty in silence. Their collision was accidental. Their consequences were irrevocable. When a single winter night on a Valentine's cruise leaves her pregnant with the heir to a throne she never wanted to occupy, Dahlia must navigate a world where her independence is treated as a threat and her body is treated as a negotiation. Joon has been raised to inherit before he learned to want. Engaged to a woman chosen by his father, bound to a family that devours its own, he does not know how to choose something for himself until Dahlia refuses to be chosen. As the pregnancy progresses and the Kang family's secrets unravel, two people who should have been nothing to each other must decide whether love can exist inside a fortress, whether trust can survive power, and whether a falling star can light the way home. This is not a story of rescue. R. H.

In the shadow-soaked kingdom of Haewon, where the Goryeo court moved through incense and whispered treachery, a crown prince woke to find his father dead and his own name painted in accusation. Kim Ji-Dwi did not run from guilt. He ran because survival was the only throne left to claim. His exile carried him past gilded walls into the outer provinces, where merchants spoke in tongues from across the known world, and no man asked another's history. She had no last name. No allegiance. No mercy in her hands. They called her Nocturne in the trading town of Haedan, a Black woman of impossible beauty and deadlier skill, an assassin whose presence rearranged the air around her. She did not build her life in this foreign land to become anyone's weapon, least of all for a fallen prince who looked at her as if she were both salvation and ruin. He was possessive, unreadable, trained never to show what cost him most. She was deliberate, untouchable, and violently uninterested in being desired. What ignited between them was not romance. It was war in a different dialect, hatred that masqueraded as hunger, proximity that sharpened into blade-edge tension, secrets that accumulated like bodies in a river. Every glance was a duel. Every silence was a threat. Every touch they did not have became its own kind of violence. In a realm where betrayal wore the faces of allies, where duels were fought to first blood and sometimes beyond, where jealousy curdled into madness, and revenge demanded its pound of flesh, two people who swore they wanted nothing from each other discovered that wanting nothing was never the same as feeling nothing. The court wanted him dead. His uncle wanted him erased. And Nocturne, Nocturne wanted only what she had always wanted: to survive on terms that belonged to her. But survival, like love, was a territory that must be defended.

Some loves began before the people inside them knew what love was. It began in the ordinary texture of two people who could not stop gravitating toward each other, and by the time either looked up to name it, years had passed, and the answer was too large for a single sentence. Wynn Mack grew up next door to a boy who held her hand through every hard thing without ever calling it what it was, and by the time either of them understood what they had built between them, distance and timing and the weight of unsaid things had already done their work. Years later, they found themselves adults in the same city, running the same project, carrying the same history, and absolutely none of the same illusions. This was not a love that arrived clean. It did not arrive without cost, without old damage, without the specific grief of recognizing a pattern you thought you had outgrown. He had a rule he never broke: never let the same mistake happen twice. Once something exposed a weakness, he eliminated the conditions that allowed it. Her presence was the first time that the system failed without him noticing immediately. She had a different instinct: to test every system that felt too controlled, to poke until she saw where it bent. She did not realize he was not a system, but a person built like one on purpose. Neither of them understood that the structures they had built to survive had become the very things preventing them from living. What grew between them was slow, costly, and unsparing. It moved through grief and anger and damage and the particular texture of two people who had known each other their whole lives and were still learning what they meant to each other. But it was real, and it asked everything from both of them before it gave anything back. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

She came to Gwangju to outrun a version of herself she no longer recognized, carrying nothing but a sealed envelope and the particular courage of a woman who had learned that wanting something openly was its own kind of risk. The letter was never meant for him. He was leather and silence and the kind of history that made people lower their voices when his name surfaced in conversation. He was also twenty, younger than her by two years, and carried in those years a compression that made him seem older in the ways that mattered and younger in the ways that hurt. He read what she wrote to another man, and instead of mocking her, he handed it back with two fingers and told her the other man did not deserve it. What followed was not a love story that rushed. It was built in back alleys behind soup restaurants, in the weight of phone calls that arrived after midnight, in the vibration of a motorcycle between her thighs and the particular freedom of moving fast enough that the past could not keep pace, in the slow and terrifying process of learning that the walls they had constructed were not decorative-they were load-bearing, built against real things, and opening a door in them for another person required a courage neither of them took lightly. Gwangju was alive with drama, tension, grief, and warmth, and the city did not protect its people from consequence. Friendships cracked under pressure. A past she believed she had outrun arrived with the calm of someone who had never accepted her leaving. Love arrived through the wrong door and refused to leave quietly. And not everything that broke was put back together the way it had been before. This was a story about what happened when two people who had survived real things finally encountered someone worth surviving for. It was mature, unhurried, and deeply human, and it did not look away from the cost of becoming someone who could actually be loved.

She was used to being the only one - the only Black face in crowded rooms, the only voice speaking a different language, the only person who knew that survival sometimes meant keeping your head down and your feelings buried so deep even you forgot where you left them. He was born into a world where everything was handed to him before he knew to want it - money, status, a future mapped out in boardrooms and expectations. He raced because it was the only place he felt free. The only place where speed meant escape instead of performance. They should never have met. They definitely should never have kept meeting. But Seoul had a way of bringing people together in the spaces between neon and rain, between engine roar and silence, between the person you showed the world and the person you hid beneath your skin. What started as annoyance sharpened into something that cut. What started as rivalry twisted into obsession. And what started as two people who had no business needing each other became the only thing keeping them both from drowning. This is not a love story about perfect people finding perfect happiness. This is a story about damaged souls, dangerous secrets, and the devastating cost of choosing truth over loyalty. About the rhythm of blood and engines and heartbeats that refuse to stay in time. About what survives when everything else burns.

Heartbroken Emily Cooper takes matters into her own hands, seeking to end her mortal pain. Instead of achieving oblivion, she finds herself trapped in a never-ending cycle, doomed to relive her final day on earth over and over again. Taunted by a demon, Emily realises that the only way to stay dead, is to take another life; but does she have the guts to see it through? (A short horror/parnormal story). ***TRIGGER WARNING*** MAY BE DISTRESSING FOR SOME READERS.

A series of short stories around the seven deadly sins and how, at one point or another, Steve experienced it. New account, since Wattpad decided to delete my old account. If you like my stories, check out my reading lists. All stories are separated by fandom. Hope you enjoy them. :)

Jaemin comes from an abusive background...his mother died years ago and he escaped to SM as a young teen hating leaving his little sister with their abusive father. His father has drank himself to death and Jaemin is now his 16 year old little sister's guardian who he will now gladly raise.

"My mother accused me of losing my mind, but I swore I was fine." Copyrights ⓒ bandinked_. All rights reserved.

Ok, so I know y'all are all upset about me updating my stories at the most random of times, and I feel guilty about it. So I decided that I shall contribute to another story. Pay mind to how I will NOT stop updating the other stories. I won't do that to my beloved readers. And I felt I needed to introduce some of my long since created ocs. So here is one of them. Bill Cipher, the most powerful and most intelligent dream demon, has never felt the need to love another. Need be that he has never met another of his stature. God's first mistake, THE ALPHA a.k.a. Alice Phantom, has finally decided to change the ways of her new, intriguing, and teasing toy~ "The universe is not a hologram, but reality. And reality, is the downfall of us all~" Alice Phantom, Demon of God's Downfall.

Books 1 & 2 of my book series Honey in French.

"I Think A Lot But I Don't Say Much That's Why I Learned To Run From My Feelings, That's Why I Have Nightmares. I Hope One Day I Have The Courage To Run Away From Everything That Makes Me Miserable." - Ashlee Martin (My Character) ~~~~ Ashlee Martin Is A Normal Girl, She Feels, She Smiles, She Lives Just Like We All Do. On The Outside She's A Carefree, Cheerful Girl. On The Inside She's A Lonely, Depressed Downcast. At Home Ashlee Is Abused By The One Person She Thought She Could Trust, Her Father. When Ashlee's Mother Died Three Years Ago, Her Father Blamed Ashlee For Her Mothers Death Since Then Ashlee Has Kept To Herself. Everyday Ashlee Dreams Of A Day Without Torment. ~~~~ This book does contain: Mature language Suicide scenes Mature themes And Violent scenes

when hosanna (queen) loses her best friend when he moves to atl to live his dream she decides it time for hers to but she misses him to much when fate crosses there paths again jus long enough for them to talk she determined this time not to let him go. This is a jacob latimore love story

"𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙩, 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝘽𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧- 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚" |all rights of partial lyric belong to the artist Dej Loaf and Jacquees. I do not own the picture of Tiona Fernan but only the cover|

"Life is a roller coaster whether you enjoy it or not life will be short,so make it the best ride of your life"-Unknown

At the end of Robert's Rebellion, many houses and bannermen have fallen and seen their end. House Glenmore, however, has not seen their's. What happens when Ned Stark discovers a lone baby amidst the fire and smoke of what remains of their keep? And why must this child be kept a secret? Elaena Glenmore, last of her house. Raised by the honorable Ned Stark alongside the Stark children, will Elaena's future be filled with hope, or is she destined for a life living in fear and disappointment? And the one question she can never seem to answer; why does she feel this way about a certain bastard, by the name of Jon Snow? (or a story where my oc takes Jon's place as the secret child of Rhaegar and Lyanna, takes Sansa's place during the Ramsay plot, and looks similar to Daenerys .... originality who?) (( The Others, the Night King, and the White Walkers/Wights aren't a problem here. Why? Because it's my fic)) ((( pretty much canon up to 6x10, diverges from there))) I own none of the characters except for my OC, Elaena, nor the original plotline. All rights go to George R.R Martin, HBO, and David and Dan.

Ever felt pleasure with guilt along with it. She has felt it and wants to know what's wrong with it? The societal judgement being passed and questioning our own characters is that all? What's at risk in the competitive world? Everything. She works in a department that literally is all about money yet she's chasing wanting some more of it. But is that a problem that only she is dealing with? No we all are! Humans are greedy and needy and when lines blur it hurts but the question who gets hurt more. The pain along with agitation is a combination just like fuel and fire. Defining ourself with indecisive decisions and impulsive behaviour often tend to make us look inside of us? Addressing something's are tough like our biggest fear, mistake, embarrassment, secrets but once done dealing with it, confronting the demons inside our head! It'll set is free for good. That's what she wants but in a world like this is highly unlikely. Finding the perfect is also a flaw. Keep reading to find out what her future beholds!

Life at UNIT and the cover up of The Doctor's true identity from his fellow colleagues needs more. The Brigadier sends him to the Middle East to serve as a mechanic on a 6-month tour. He never wanted to fight but to keep his family he would. Flash forward a year and The Doctor isn't sleeping. At first this doesn't affect him, Timelords don't need as much sleep anyways but like every creature he needs to rest eventually and if sleeping pills don't work for him, the alternate may prove to nearly destroy his family and his life.

Sex therapy - is a form of counseling intended to help individuals and couples resolve sexual difficulties, such as performance anxiety or relationship problems.

Formely HYDRA's experiment's subject, Ashly Rey is 13 when she first meet the Winter Soldier. They bound in a way none of them expected. But HYDRA stood between them and when they met again, five years later, everything is different. She is the Winter Solder pupil, a failed super soldier. Because of this, she is condemned to escape both HYDRA and SHIELD for the rest of her life. -------- Takes place before, during and after The Winter Soldier, and before an during Civil War.