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Alana has always found comfort in her bedroom, especially now with the Crown Prince of Greece warming her bed, but she never thought it'd spark disaster. *** Alana dislikes change. She's perfectly happy with her life until her father decides to ship her and the family off to Australia. In an act of rebellion, Alana refuses to find a job, instead choosing to spend her time sleeping with Phillip, a man with a body of a Greek God. But when things turn sideways and she ends up pregnant with the prince's baby, Alana realizes she's stumbled upon a lot more change and responsibilities than she has bargained for. Content/Trigger Warning: this story contains mentions of violence and abortion [[word count: 60,000-70,000 words]]

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

"The Queen of Blood and the Ray of Light" On one side lies her silent night, on the other, a storm's might, Ruled by blood and iron, the darkness is her home by right. Behind the stony heart, a deep wound lies concealed, Anwesha, the warrior queen, alone on the battlefield. On the other side is the morning light, a gentle sunlit grace, Arda is like a sudden rain upon a scorched, weary place. The woman who craves the kill, whose soul is drunk on death- To save her with a heart of love, what devotion is this breath? On one side clashing swords ring out, on the other, a healer's hand, Can a roar bring peace to souls from such a different land? She who is betrothed to blood, with fire upon her brow, Will the eternal lamp of love ignite within her now? When the pulse of love awakens in the abyss of the dark, Will the thirst for blood surrender to the heart's thundering spark? ~🌷~ ⚠️ WARNING: 17+ ONLY The female protagonist of this story is a 'Dark Shade' or 'Red Flag' character. To fully capture the depth and atmosphere of the plot, this story will feature extreme dominating behavior, a vengeful mindset, and explicit adult content. Let me be very clear-this story is not for everyone. This is a humble attempt to portray a female mafia lead or a powerful antagonist. If you dislike toxic or dominating female characters, or if you are looking for a conventional sweet romance, I kindly request you to skip this story. [⛔ IMPORTANT NOTE: No event or character in this story is intended to offend any individual, religion, race, or community. This is purely a creative work of the author's imagination.] Regards, Antu (Pseudonym) 🌷

the story is about an KIM SANA who is a highschool student who transfers to seoul for a fresh start from a boy ryu sun jae . In seoul she mets lee suho but her life turns chaotic when ryu sun jae enters her life again

'The Magic of Michael Jackson' 'A What if Story of the King of Pop in the present time' Do you ever wonder, what if MJ is still alive to this day? What if he was still here making music? Can you imagine that? He was and still the greatest performer who ever lived. Michael paved the way for all the other artist of today. From his extraordinary dancing skill and vocals that no one can ever imitate. Now let's imagine and ask.. What if the King came back to era where social media and internet is around? *I'm already a fan of MJ. This is purely an imagination of mine, because I badly missed MJ and my MJ phased reoccur once again after watching the official trailer of the upcoming movie. *I will use AI to help me write this FF

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Westbridge High still whispers about junior prom. About the photo that made it into everyone's camera roll. About the boy who cracked under the lights... and then vanished like he never existed. Senior year starts with a new transfer student: James Jones-built like trouble, dressed like it, and already rolling with Westbridge's two most notorious bad boys. He doesn't chase attention. He doesn't explain himself. He just dares the hallway to blink first. Harper Lane should stay far away. She's student council. Reputation-aware. Still trying to be "good" after a night that rewrote her name in other people's mouths. But James isn't just a bad decision-he's a secret with a pulse. A legal name, a clean reset, and a past Harper isn't sure she's allowed to remember. Now Harper is trapped between what's safe and what's true... and James is trying to prove he can be wanted without becoming the violent story the town keeps hoping he'll be.

Two years ago, Ivy erased every memory of the most dangerous boy she had ever loved. Now Riven Cole is back. Colder. Richer. Untouchable. And while Ivy remembers nothing... he remembers everything. As buried memories begin to resurface, Ivy must uncover why she chose to forget him before the truth destroys them both. Because some loves are meant to be forgotten. And some never let you go.

​Lovena Windsor lost everything in the time it takes for a hand to slip. ​Ten years ago, she was a girl who chased rainbows and captured fireflies in the moonlight. Now, she is invisible, a silent observer charting the dance of dust motes in a room that feels more like a tomb than a home. To the high-society elite of Elidiore, she is a tragic "charity" case - a girl kept behind closed doors. ​But a Prince with a haughty heart and an obsessive gaze is about to change the geometry of her cage. ​As the past and present collide, Lovena is caught between two dangerous devotions. Prince Andreu offers the gilded safety of a palace and a life as his most prized possession. Marcus Wagner, the court insider who knows the rot beneath the gold, offers the jagged, breathtaking sting of the truth. ​One man wants to own her light; the other wants to help her find the cracks in the wall. Both will have to learn the same lesson: ​You can capture a girl, but you can never own a refraction of light.

A fellow fan of many making a fanfic of a long wanted ship in the EPIC:the musical TW:Mature language and activities

She was everything soft... and everything dangerous. Aadhya Rajvanshi, 17. Honey-black eyes that held secrets no one could read. A smile-boxy, warm, and disarming enough to make the world pause. Long, silky hair cascading like a quiet storm. A beauty so effortless, it didn't try... yet it ruined people anyway. A princess in a house guarded by four elder brothers. Loved deeply. Protected fiercely. A "normal rich family"... or at least, that's what the world believed. Because behind the warmth- behind the laughter- there was something they were hiding. Something not normal at all. --- And then there was Yash Raichand, 19. Silent. Untouchable. Dangerously handsome in a way that didn't ask for attention- it commanded it. Popular in college, yet distant. Girls chased. He ignored. Eyes always elsewhere... lost in music, in dreams, in something no one else could hear. He didn't believe in distractions. He didn't believe in love. --- Two worlds. Two mysteries. One collision waiting to happen. When her secrets start unraveling... and his walls begin to crack... What happens when danger meets silence? When beauty meets control? When two broken worlds refuse to stay apart? Because some stories aren't meant to be safe. They're meant to burn.

When cars start mysteriously exploding around Grand Lake, Colorado, 14-year-old spy trainee Caleb Andersson knows it's no accident. His mentor and adoptive father, Leif-a former MI6 explosives expert-is kidnapped mid-investigation, and a cryptic note signed by a "hospitalized" crash victim turns Caleb's world upside down. If you have any title suggestions please tell them. i really need a title.

Andromeda a girl who had to shift to a new world due to issues in the old one. Read more to explore

Sloane Carter came to Whitmore University to start over. She's at a new school with people who don't know her reputation, or about what happened last year. For the first time, she has a chance to be different. Then she meets Milo Wade. Milo is everything she should avoid. Charming, reckless, and used to getting anything, or anyone, he wants. Except Sloane. As the walls between them start to come down, Sloane's past catches up with her. And Milo has flaws of his own he's not quite ready to face. The question isn't if they want each other, it's if they'll stay when the truth comes out.

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

"I hate the way you talk to me And the way you 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 your hair I hate it when you stare I hate it when you make me laugh i hate it when you're not around And the fact that you didn't call But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you Not even close Not even a little bit Not even at all" WHEN; lois wilkerson and Claire jones had been close friends their whole life, so close they were pregnant at the same time. They imagined their kids would be the best of friends, but they were far from that. MALCOLM IN THE MIDDLE Reese Wilkerson x oc

After being put into a home for troubled youths in the city of New York, Anne Summers feels alone and unwanted. Until she meets Evan Doyle. Evan has had a rough life like Anne and they become inseparable. One night when an accident happens in the foster home, Evan takes the blame and ends up in jail for a crime he didn't commit. She is faced with a difficult choice in order to free him. Will she be able to help him? And can she get past the secrets that she uncovers along the way? (Cover by brookecruse) (Started writing in December of 2014)

"ʙᴇʟʟʜᴏᴘ." "sɪʀᴇ?" "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ." ‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧ Lucifer would like nothing more than to get the Radio Demon out of his skin. But, unfortunately, fate has other plans, and when sinners mysteriously start going missing all over Hell, to protect Charlie, he strikes a deal with Alastor. He, from now on, will be his executioner. Little does he know, he would aim straight for his heart, in more ways than one. ݁₊⊹. 𖧧. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚ ⓘ ᴄᴜssɪɴɢ/ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ/ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ⓘ ɴᴏᴛ sᴜɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ ◟˚𖥻 ๑ ‧₊˚ ◟✶ . i wrote this instead of doing algebra 2 [worth it] art credit: https://kr.pinterest.com/pin/118008452732592407/ read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/78145486/chapters/204810826

She thought she knew him. The quiet boy who never spoke much... never smiled at anyone... except her. But silence is never safe when it hides love. Because when he finally spoke, it wasn't love that came out. It was betrayal. And everyone watched her fall.

"What About Everyone Else?" "What About Them?" Two people, one affair.