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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ When Cordelia Fairchild returns to London society after a prolonged period of mourning, her reappearance does not go unnoticed. Carefully reintroduced by her family and quietly observed by the ton, she finds herself once again placed within a world that values display, ambition, and advantageous matches above all else. Yet Cordelia's interests lie far from chandeliers and whispered judgments, drawn instead to solitude, art, and the freedom she is rarely afforded. As the season unfolds and expectations close in around her, Cordelia must decide how much of herself she is willing to surrender to a life chosen on her behalf. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x benedict bridgerton

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**Threaded** *A JoongDunk BL Supernatural Romance* "To love someone past death is to become the thing that keeps them from it." Dunk thought moving to the secluded glass villa with his distant partner, Joong, would be a fresh start. But memories he doesn't remember are waking up. Touches that shouldn't linger do. And at night, he hears a voice calling his name-softly, like a lover... or a ghost. Jiwoon was someone Dunk once loved. Or maybe still does. Now the past and present blur, and Dunk finds himself caught between two men: The one who walks beside him. And the one who never left his body. When the ritual begins, Dunk must choose who stays-and who fades. But some choices don't separate love. They **thread it.** ---

Joong (the prim, rule-loving fiancé) and Dunk (the carefree, rule‑bending fiancé) are second‑cousins by family ties. Both engaged to be married as part of a longtime family arrangement. Set in Dubai, their summer‑night wedding is accompanied by grand parties at glitzy villas and a stressful desert shoot.

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Harriet Collins has always felt like an outsider in Mystic Falls, but being part of the town's supernatural circle gives her a sense of belonging... even if danger seems to follow her everywhere. Between friends, enemies, and the secrets hidden in every shadow, Harriet finds herself drawn into a world more complicated, and more thrilling, than she ever imagined. Since Stefan came into town, she felt like everything had fallen into place. He was her safe space. But when a mysterious hybrid arrives, everything Harriet thought she knew about power, loyalty, and desire is challenged. Maybe a safe space isn't what she truly wants. In a place where nothing is ever what it seems, she must navigate the fine line between trust and temptation... before it's too late. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x stefan salvatore oc x klaus mikaelson

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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Indiana Miller has been moving state to state her whole life, learning early how to pack light and read the room. She's Ginny's fraternal twin, same birthday, different temperaments, and while Ginny tends to disappear into herself, Indiana pushes back. Hard. That defiance is exactly why her relationship with Georgia is so volatile. Indiana mirrors Georgia's stubbornness, her charm, her refusal to bend, and Georgia hates seeing her own worst habits reflected right back at her. Wellsbury is supposed to be a fresh start, just like all the others. Indiana starts at Wellsbury High alongside Ginny, navigates Max's chaos, Marcus's silence, Nicholas' soft gaze, and the unspoken rules of fitting in, all while sensing that her mother is hiding more than she's ever admitted. When Georgia's past starts bleeding into the present, Indiana notices... sometimes before Ginny does. Zion is the exception. He's the one place Indiana doesn't have to perform or defend herself. He listens, explains, shows up when he can. With him, she's allowed to be a kid instead of a co-conspirator. As Ginny uncovers the truth about their mother, Indiana is forced to decide where she stands: protecting the woman who raised her, or refusing to become her. In a town built on appearances, Indiana Miller is learning that survival doesn't always look like escape, and that breaking the cycle might mean staying put long enough to face it. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x oc ginny miller x marcus baker

دیلارا و ئەمیر🖇️🤍

--- Story Description Some nights, silence is louder than words. She stayed by his side, counting each fragile breath, praying for a miracle she wasn't sure would come. In the quiet of a dimly lit hospital room, love becomes a weight, hope becomes fragile, and every heartbeat feels borrowed. This is a story about holding on when the world threatens to let go, about promises that survive beyond words, and about the aching, beautiful reality of loving someone so fiercely that letting go feels impossible. Can hope survive when life itself feels like it's slipping away? Or will some goodbyes echo forever, unanswered? ---

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Rosalie Morgan was never supposed to be part of the superhero equation. She's just really, really good with computers. The kind of good that fixes problems before anyone realizes they exist. She sits in the back of classrooms, trades sarcastic comments with MJ, helps Ned test questionable ideas, laughs at Matthew's silly actions and words, and pretends she doesn't notice the way her heart stumbles whenever Peter Parker smiles at her a little too long. It's fine. Totally fine. Just a stupid, harmless crush... right? This story follows Rosalie as she navigates friendship, genius-level instincts, and a world where the line between "normal" and "extraordinary" is thinner than anyone admits. She idolizes Tony Stark from a distance, not for the suit, but for the mind behind it. And somewhere between school hallways, hacked systems, and near-misses with disaster, Rosalie starts to realize that being adjacent to heroes doesn't mean you're safe from the fallout. Sometimes the smartest person in the room isn't wearing a mask. Sometimes she's just trying not to fall in love with her best friend. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ oc x peter parker...? oc x oc

گەورەترین تاوان چییە کە مرۆڤ ئەنجامی بدات ئەگەر بکەوێتە ناو گوناهێکی قێزەونەوە؟" هەمیشە لۆمەی خۆمان دەکەین بۆ هەر کارێک کە لە ڕابردوودا ئەنجاممان داوە، چ بچووک بێت یان گەورە؛ بێ ئەوەی هەست بکەین کە هێشتا دەورە دراوین بەوەی پێی دەوترێت "گێژاوی ڕابردوو". بەڵام گێژاوەکەی من تەنیا دەوری خۆمی نەداوە، بەڵکو کەسێکیشی تێدایە کە نەدەبوو لەگەڵ مندا بێتە ناو ئەو گێژاوەوە! • "هەڵەکە تەنیا هی من نەبوو، بەڵکو هی هەردووکمان بوو." • "دەگوترێت دایک بەهەشتە، پێت چۆنە ببیتە دایکی من و وا بکەیت لە ناو بەهەشتەکەتدا نوقم بم؟" • "ئێستا نۆرەی منە کە لە سەرچاوەی خۆشەویستیی تۆ تێر ئاو بم." • ئەو هەر هەمان کەس بوو،سێباستیان درایڤن پۆلیسی ئەلیکترۆنی.. خاوەنی بەرزترین پلە لە پۆلیسی تەکنەلۆژیا، کە تایبەتن بە بەرەنگاربوونەوەی تاوانە ئەلیکترۆنییەکان و کەیسە جیاوازەکان.

تەواو کراوە ئەم چیرۆکە باس لە ژیانی کچێک دەکات کە لە عەشیرەتێکی کوڕپەرستدا هەڵدەستێت، لە شوێنێک کە کچ بوون تاوانە و خۆبوون خەونە. ئامرا نیشانەی ئەو ئاگرییەیە کە لە ناو بێ‌دادپەروەریدا گەورە دەبێت. لەجیاتی خوێن دەدرێت بە عەشیرەتی جیۆن.

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************ "Why in the name of God are you dressed like that? Are you perhaps carrying a bomb or something?" I asked. Instead of rolling her eyes at me, or raising her eyebrows, or giving me the finger, or doing anything that would show her disapproval, She laughed. She laughed. Just like that. Her laugh was so breathtakingly beautiful. I instantly thought Jesus. This girl needs to be mine! Upon hearing it. "No. I'm not carrying a bomb. And I'm dressed like this because I'm Muslim. And because I like being dressed like this." She answered. "Oh really? Muslim? Where'd you come from then?" I'd asked. "Umm from Sacramento , California ?" I'd arched an eyebrow at her reply. "No. Like seriously where do you come from? Is it Saudi Arabia? Egypt? Syria? Where?" This time, she really did roll her eyes. "Dude. I'm American. Born and raised. I've lived here my entire life. I know no other place than this." "Wow. You just said dude guess that makes you American." I'd muttered under my breath. "Come again?" She retorted. "Nothing." I shrugged. "Sir you do know that I can report you for this right?" She'd asked, cocking her head to the side and smiling a little. "Names Adam. Nice meeting you Eve. Let's get along." She burst out laughing. "That's so lame you know. My names not Eve, and I don't think I'll ever be your Eve , Adam." *********** Adam White , a good Christian , fell in love with Sarah Saleh , a good Muslim. Wait, what? Is that even possible? Will their beliefes clash too much and stop them from progressing? Or will Cupid's arrows be a little too strong and lead Adam into a new world? You'll hopefully learn many new things about Islam and Christianity while enjoying this cute , love story at the same time~ Let's see how far we can take this story~ ♡ Xxx Tima E.

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⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Teresa Ortiz is sixteen when the story begins, the kind of girl everyone notices and few truly know. She's the queen bee by default: sharp-tongued, perfectly put together, and always three steps ahead of the social food chain. Power comes easily to her, and she wears it like armor. People listen when Teresa speaks, and she's learned how to make that matter. When she senses something is wrong with a close friend, Teresa doesn't back off. She pushes, demands honesty, insists on being let in. Saying yes feels like control at first, like loyalty, like proof that she's untouchable. Instead, it drags her into a world where charm and confidence don't work, and where being feared isn't the same as being safe. As the cracks form, Teresa is forced to confront who she is beneath the reputation. The mean girl mask starts slipping, revealing someone who's ruthless because she's scared, defensive because she cares too much, and unprepared for consequences she can't talk her way out of. Her story isn't about redemption, it's about awareness, and the cost of learning too late that power doesn't protect you from everything. ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ REWRITE seasons 1-4 (maybe 5) oc x steve harrington oc x jonathan byers oc x billy hargrove

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ Hawkins knows how to decide who you are. Casey Harrington learned that early... how fast a name turns into a rumor, how survival can look like suspicion, how the town never really forgets. Elliot Wheeler learned something else: how to watch, how to stay steady, how to become the person everyone leans on without ever asking what it costs him. They are not the heroes of Hawkins. They are not the ones in the headlines, the labs, or the legends. They are the ones standing just outside the frame when things go wrong. This story follows two people navigating a town that's already looking for someone to blame. Monsters exist, but so do assumptions, loyalties, and the quiet damage caused by being seen only halfway. In Hawkins, something is always watching. And it doesn't always live in the dark... ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ seasons 1-5 oc x lucas sinclair oc x jonathan byers

Harry Potter returns after two years away to discover Ginny Weasley with someone else. She's moved on. He hasn't. And now he must confront what he left behind; before it slips away forever.

They were never meant to cross paths-at least, not in any way that mattered. He carried his anger like armour, sharp enough to cut anyone who came too close. She held her faith like a quiet promise, even when she didn't yet know how deeply she needed it. From the moment they met, conflict sparked between them: harsh words, clashing beliefs, and a silent competition neither wanted to acknowledge. They were opposites in every way that counted, bound by circumstances they couldn't quite escape. But life has a way of softening hard edges. As days turned into weeks, something shifted. The arguments didn't stop, but beneath them grew an unexpected understanding. A shared vulnerability. A longing neither dared to name. And as he began searching for peace-real peace-he found himself drawn toward the faith he had once ignored. Their story is one of yearning and restraint of painful mistakes and the courage it takes to forgive. This is not a love born from perfection, but one forged slowly, gently, in the spaces where two wounded hearts learn to heal. It began with conflict. It grew with patience. And somewhere along the way, enemies became something far more complicated. "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓; 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆" ___________ [This story is completely fiction. Do NOT take it your hearts or hate on it. It's completely based on the author's imagination. Think before ruining someone's hard work!] ___________ Alas! Meet ya'll in the story!