Slow-build Stories

She is the Communicator of the New Area. The Communicators do the one job other humans are too afraid to do, communicating and preventing violence between wolves and humans. "My name is Alara. I'm the new Communicator. This is my first day. I-" "I know what Communicators are all about," he interrupts. "I've met many over the years. You speak of understanding and cooperation while your guns are loading behind your backs." "That's not-" "Save your diplomatic bullshit for someone who hasn't heard it before." His voice remains calm, which somehow makes it more terrifying. "I want the human who killed one of our own." "We have laws-" "Your laws." The contempt is undisguised now. "Your laws that somehow always find humans innocent of crimes against wolves. Your laws that punish a wolf's defense of territory as aggression. Your laws that treat us as animals when it suits you and as criminals when it doesn't." This is the first book in the series, so please don't expect anything perfect just yet. It's a first draft and a work in progress :)

[Arknights x Male Reader Story] Everyone needs a little hope in the world. For him, he's a simple traveling Doctor who has traveled on foot across Terra. Using his medicine to heal others, he will eventually make a name out of himself even if he doesn't want that. Also, did he mention that he's an Earthling? Well, at his core that's who he is.

She was never supposed to exist in his world. Evelyn was a medical student-rational, precise, learning how to understand life through anatomy, not emotion. He was Michael Jackson-a global phenomenon, a name carved into fame itself, existing under constant light, constant eyes, constant expectation. They were never meant to meet. Never meant to collide. And yet they did. A love that lived between silence and chaos, logic and passion,control and surrender,being drowned in the lights of spotlights. But love is not always enough. Not when one person dreams of forever... and the other is still learning how to breathe. Because some loves don't end. They fracture. And even when the world believes the story is over- it continues in silence. In memory. In everything that was never said.

The Empire is wounded. Its war machine is starving. Its ranks are being bled dry. After the Battle of Yavin, Emperor Palpatine orders an expedition into the Unknown Regions to search for raw materials in order to make up for the loss of the Death Star. When the planet Earth is discovered, the capture of its valuable resources becomes a top priority. The only problem? Earth's people won't go down without a fight. *Star Wars was created by George Lucas and is owned by Disney (not me lol)* *Currently Attempting to Publish on Royal Road under Account JP Short*

Hierd Die Grace, or at least the name he uses now, wakes up in another world with his memories blurry and incomplete, only pieces of his old life left behind. What he does have is something strange: he can bring anything from the 1900s to the 1950s into this world, like guns, warships, planes, and military equipment. He starts small with a village, then a city, and then something that keeps growing far beyond what it was meant to be, and after that, he just keeps going. [ ! slow burn, detail-oriented novel ! ] Monsters of the winter, wars with countries, with the ever expanding presence of his empire, Hierd battles with humans, monsters, countries, entire continents with armies, navies and magical prowess. A rift in a medieval world; how will Hierd expand his empire? How will he use his power? And more importantly, what of his future? --- "You are what I think you are, I am what you think I am." - Hierd Die Grace --- Hallo Royalroadie guy, proof thingy this

After the war, Zuko is expected to lead a nation that he isn't sure he belongs in. Everything changes when Azula breaks free, forcing him to confront a threat he thought he had already survived. Zuko is left trying to hold together a nation, a past he can't run from, and feelings he can't completely understand. The Gaang stays to help--but not everything is as simple as it used to be. Old wounds resurface, tensions rise, and relationships shift. Especially with Katara. Because some words are better left unsaid-- some flames don't go out, no matter how far the tide pulls away. - canon divergent after season 3 - - slow burn, slow build, friends to lovers, bickering, fluff, hurt/comfort, misunderstandings, angst - - cover art by yukswl0v3 on tumblr -

- - - - 𝝑𝝔 ╭─┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ - ᘓ︵ꪒ⑅ꪒ - ┈┈┈┈─╮ 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 (𝓝ame) 𝓒armelle enters UA with a pocket full of candies, a sugary heart, and pastry creations blooming at her feet. She's known all her life that sometimes people don't need a fierce hero, but one who brings comfort and warmth. Between lifelong friendships, new beginnings, and the challenges and rejections that come with becoming a hero, (𝓝ame) 𝓒armelle discovers that kindness can be just as powerful as strength. ╰─┈┈┈┈┈┈ ୭ৎ ۰ ׅ ࣪ ৲ 𝐵𝑁𝐻𝐴 𝑥 𝑅𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐸𝑅 ⋆ ࣪ ˖ ల

The world we live in is full of many things that are continually expanding and evolving. Meet Aria a 30 year old businesswoman who was traveling to Sydney Australia when her whole life to a very unexpected turn. Thrown into what could be perceived as the Jurassic period she must do whatever she can to survive and make her way home. Will she survive the past or will she actually just be looking into the jaws of the future.

Two lives collide unexpectedly because of a small mistake-made with pure intentions, yet powerful enough to turn a girl's life upside down. Shailaja, who lives for others and hides her own needs behind love and sacrifice, is stronger than she seems, yet still longs to be cared for. Rudra, a man shaped by responsibility and silence, carries the world on his shoulders, showing his softness only to the few he calls his own. When fate binds them together, he takes responsibility for a life he never meant to change... and their journey begins.

I live for angst, and this is going to be just a short few parts where reader rejects Adam's advances but slowly find themselves being hit with the realization that they do indeed harbor feelings; although, not as strongly, but they were beginning to grow. If you're reading this then... the description is clickbait cuz it doesn't happen till way later in this short ahh story I'm writing. Follows the MCU timeline so keep up! However I'd like to inform you that this is very much simplified and is based around vol.3 of Guardians of The Galaxy as well as Endgame, a small brief moment of Love and Thunder and the Holiday Special. Enjoy and pls don't come for me, I'm just having fun and simping for this golden mf :)

Beginning with D3 and continuing beyond, this is a sweet friends to lovers/slice of life story with Adam Banks and a FOC. Get a glimpse into Freshmen year as the Ducks adjust to life at Eden Hall! All of your favorite Ducks are included in the story! Please read it, its fun I promise!

Some about this fic, It includes Matchcil, Tengolf, and Coinpin!! There are three povs in some chapters!(Freesmart/Pencil, Pin, and GB and TB) Its a slowburn for Tengolf and Coinpin but Matchcil is already there. There is no happy ending on one (or two) of the ships but no spoilers!! I will try to make it to 1k words per chapter but the earlier (1-9) ones are like 300-600 words sorry! I will try to post once a month but life is crazy so I may not Happy reading!!

Piet doesn't know. He doesn't know that I've loved him for years. That he taught me how to dream. That he's the fairytale I've always waited for. He doesn't know a part of me died when he left. And now he's home. Again. He sees me. Teases me. Asks me to help him... "There's...this girl." So I smile. Destroy my fairytale. Help him fall in love. With me. And now- I can't breathe. I can't stop lying. I can't stop running. Running straight into the arms of the boy who taught me how to breathe again. The boy who stayed. The boy who knows I need him. The boy who needs me to want him. "You needed me...or you didn't want to deal with him?" Fairytales have happy endings. And no matter what I do... It won't be a fairytale.

Vaani knew what it meant to give your all without expecting anything else in return; it had been her life. She blended into the background, her voice and feelings overlooked as everyone around her took advantage of her kindness. Five years had passed since a man shattered her dreams on what should have been her wedding day, and countless prospective grooms had faced her refusal. Now, she found herself married to Vihaan, a man she barely knew, bound by a piece of paper that felt more like an obligation than a union. Vihaan, a stoic soldier dedicated to the Indian Air Force, built emotional walls to shield himself from chaos. Signing those papers on his grandmother's behest had been a road he had sworn he would never take. As they navigated their unexpected marriage, silence filled the space between them. Vaani's need for independence and Vihaan's palpable detachability made little room for anything else. And yet, while Vaani's heart sometimes tempted fate, Vihaan's walls made it impossible for him to be vulnerable. Could they learn to break down the barriers that held them apart, or would their differences keep them forever entwined in silence?

Vaughan McClellan was born to a life of comfort and ease, and embraced this without argument. As a blooming author who has suffered an extended case of writers block, he is forced to leave his comfortable lifelong home and daily routine in exchange for a year long deal that will change more than just the way he has his morning tea. CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR REVISIONS TO EARLIER CHAPTERS. So far, chapters 1 through 5 have been revised. Chapter 6 is in progress. Thank you! "At some point while he argued with himself, he had made his way half down the hall and could hear the voices louder, but it wasn't until his name rung out that any of it registered. Suddenly, he was tugged back down to reality with a heavy hand landing on his shoulder, causing him to promptly squeak in absolute terror. Hand clutching his chest , heart rabbiting underneath he spun around to see Myles standing, hand still outstretched, and that stony look morphing from its grim demeanor raising those heavy brows and a huff came out. Vaughan was unsure, but he thought the man looked pulled between exasperated and amused."

✦ Siddhant Kapoor Siddhant Kapoor was the kind of man who carried silence like a signature. At twenty-eight, he had already built a reputation that others spent lifetimes chasing-sharp-minded, composed, and unflinchingly focused. The world called him "Mr. Kapoor, the CEO," a man of figures and deadlines, but his family still saw the boy who secretly preferred homemade parathas to power lunches. His schedule was his sanctuary, his emotions neatly folded away between meetings and reports. Yet beneath that calm, polished surface was a quiet ache-one born not of loneliness, but of not yet finding someone who could see beyond the title and talk to the man instead. ✦ Anaya Sharma Anaya Sharma was twenty-four, a whirl of warmth and wit packed into a girl who still believed that life should feel like a good monsoon evening-unexpected, loud, but beautiful in its own mess. She worked part-time at a local design studio, spent her evenings watching dramas with her mother, and argued with her younger brother like it was a competitive sport. Practical by nature but secretly a dreamer, Anaya hid her romantic streak behind sarcasm and self-deprecating humour. She didn't chase fairy tales, but somewhere deep down, she hoped that if love ever found her, it would come quietly-like sunlight sneaking past closed curtains. What will happen when these two distinctly similar worlds collide?

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

You've heard the stories-the fierce, dominant Alpha who finds his destined mate in a sweet, innocent girl who softens his hardened heart. Well, forget those stories. Because this one is the complete opposite. Alpha Gabriel White-one of the most powerful Alphas in the region. Ruthless, intelligent, and unshakably loyal to his pack. He commands the largest and strongest army of werewolves, warriors who would lay down their lives for him without question. He has respect. Power. Legacy. Everything a leader could desire. Everything... except a mate. Angel Black-sweet? Shy? Not even close. She goes by many names: The Devil's Right Hand, The Dark Werewolf, The Kiss of Death, The Werewolf Without a Wolf... and the one whispered most often in fear-The Dark Angel. No one has ever seen her shift, and yet her strength rivals that of the fiercest Alphas. She is a mystery wrapped in legend, her past unknown, her power unmatched. She, too, has everything. Everything... except a mate. So what happens when fate dares to intertwine their paths? What happens when two unstoppable forces are bound by the one bond neither of them was seeking? What if one of them feels the pull of the mate bond, while the other feels... nothing? You've heard the stories where the shy girl heals the cruel Alpha. Well, this time, it's the other way around...

She was his brother's sister-in-law, gentle, heartbreakingly calm and everything he was forbidden to want. He was the man she was never meant to love, cold, quiet, and bound by duty and silence. Years later, fate brings them face-to-face again in a place where rules, guilt, and unspoken memories still breathe between them. When longing turns into desire, Tridha and Shaurya must choose either to surrender to the weight of family and expectations or risk everything for a love that was never meant to exist. {Slow updates}

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.