Adeline {Sultan Murad}
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Adeline was just a normal girl worrying about university. After her grandmother died, she left her a mirror that turned out to be the portal between the two different times.
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Destiny {Murad IV}
The heavy wooden doors closed behind Elif, sealing her fate. She stood in the center of the room, dressed in a heavy silk gown embroidered with rubies: gifts from the Sultan she had never met. She had listened to the stories, of course. Everyone in Istanbul knew of Murad IV. The Tyrant. The executioner. The man who banned coffee and wine while drowning in his own darkness. She straightened her spine. She was the daughter of Kemankeş Pasha, a statesman, and she would not cower. "So," Murad said, his voice deep and rough, echoing in the silence. "You are the daughter of my Vizier." He took a step closer, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey that didn't run. "They tell me you are obedient," he murmured, standing behind her, his breath ghosting over her ear. ''Do you know why you are here, Elif?'' He moved to face her, looking down at her, waiting for the usual reaction: the trembling, the immediate drop of the eyes, the blushing admiration. He expected her to fall at his feet. Elif looked up at him. Her face was a mask of calm. She didn't tremble. She didn't blush. She held his gaze with a quiet, unnerving steadiness. "I am here because my father serves the Empire, Your Majesty," Elif said, her voice clear and composed, lacking any warmth. "And because the Padishah commanded it." Murad's eyes narrowed slightly. There was no adoration in her tone. Just... duty. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "And do you have no desires of your own, Elif Hatun? Or are you simply a doll your father dressed up to please me?"
Conqueror | Murad III
Caterina spent her whole life being underlooked and misunderstood. Hatice spent her whole teenage years chasing a man who loved another. But Hüsniye became more than a pawn. She became a queen. She conquered the heart of the Ottoman Sultan, the hearts of the people, and unified the empire, allowing it to reach its glory once more. And this is her story.
Haven | Mehmed I
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Forgotten Love | Magnificent Century ✔︎
Hande Sultan came into the harem of Sultan Ahmed as a wistful girl, and ended up succeeding in winning his heart, until the enemies of the Empire conspired her downfall. Ahmed's heart was planted with two wicked women who each sought to put their children on the throne, and it was up to Hande to defeat their plots. However, it all comes too late to save the Sultan.Complete
Rewritten Stars
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War Of Hearts ✅️
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THE VALIDE SULTAN| MAGNIFICENT CENTURY|
Life as an Ottoman Sultana was hard because you have to play the game of thrones to survive. However, the Ottoman Empire's game of thrones is different than any you have heard of, to survive it you need a son who will give you the power to upgrade from a concubine to a Sultana, and then it is the battle of survival, and making sure that son grows up and survive the cruelty of the world and the other sultanas. The other step is making sure that your son gets on the throne otherwise he will be executed by his own flesh and blood for fear of being overthrown. If your son becomes the sultan then it is your job to ensure that he rules fairly and with justice. However, the biggest mission of the Valide Sultan is to help her son get heirs, male heirs, and to ensure his bloodline by sending him concubines to bed and breed so he has as many heirs as possible who will be raised like sheep for slaughter like their father was before them but survived and became the strongest lion and in the end, only one Sehzade can ascend the throne and the bloody game starts all over again. This idea came to me after watching the famous show "Magnificent Century". The plotline will be changed in the future so my characters get the ending I want for them to have.
ISMIHAN SULTAN ✔️
"Give your daughters difficult names. Give your daughters names that command the full use of tongue. My name makes you want to tell me the truth. My name doesn't allow me to trust anyone that cannot pronounce it right."Complete
MURASSÂA | SULTAN MURAD IV
A calligrapher who inks divine verses for the Sultan becomes the only calm in his Empire of silence and sin; and though he forbids all intoxication, her scent, her script, her stillness become the last forbidden indulgence. She carved God's name in gold; yet he saw his own reflection in every letter. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦," 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺," 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥. "𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥." 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥."
Magnificent Century -The Crown {Mustafa}
She loved a prince who was never meant to be a king, but the birth right is his. Dilruba Sultan has risen from a nameless girl in the harem to a mother of twins, a Sultana, and the strongest force beside Şehzade Mustafa - the heir the empire needs but the throne refuses to see. Their love was born in betrayal. It has survived scheming rivals, bitter enemies, and a palace that chews women alive and spits out their bones. But love alone does not win thrones. In a world where everyone poisons everyone, where family becomes the biggest enemy, and where one wrong step means death - Dilruba and Mustafa must fight together as they never have before. Not just to survive. Not just to love. To reign. This is not just a love story anymore. This is war.
The heavy wooden doors closed behind Elif, sealing her fate. She stood in the center of the room, dressed in a heavy silk gown embroidered with rubies: gifts from the Sultan she had never met. She had listened to the stories, of course. Everyone in Istanbul knew of Murad IV. The Tyrant. The executioner. The man who banned coffee and wine while drowning in his own darkness. She straightened her spine. She was the daughter of Kemankeş Pasha, a statesman, and she would not cower. "So," Murad said, his voice deep and rough, echoing in the silence. "You are the daughter of my Vizier." He took a step closer, circling her slowly like a predator assessing prey that didn't run. "They tell me you are obedient," he murmured, standing behind her, his breath ghosting over her ear. ''Do you know why you are here, Elif?'' He moved to face her, looking down at her, waiting for the usual reaction: the trembling, the immediate drop of the eyes, the blushing admiration. He expected her to fall at his feet. Elif looked up at him. Her face was a mask of calm. She didn't tremble. She didn't blush. She held his gaze with a quiet, unnerving steadiness. "I am here because my father serves the Empire, Your Majesty," Elif said, her voice clear and composed, lacking any warmth. "And because the Padishah commanded it." Murad's eyes narrowed slightly. There was no adoration in her tone. Just... duty. "Is that so?" He took a sip of his drink, studying her over the rim of the glass. "And do you have no desires of your own, Elif Hatun? Or are you simply a doll your father dressed up to please me?"
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