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"𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚," 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳, "𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒚 𝒎𝒆... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒖𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆, 𝑵𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂-" 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘮𝘦 , 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 , 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘺. " -𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚 , 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆. 𝑰𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔, 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." "𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬." 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀♡︎ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 18𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲...🤍✨

Companion Novel, Stella and Luke are the main couple here, it was inspired by The Perfect Murder, you must read before this, otherwise things will not make sense. They will eventually overlap

When the influential Laurent family becomes entangled with the struggling Survey Corps, fiery Malliebelle Laurent finds herself constantly clashing with Captain Levi Ackerman. But when society begins pushing her gentle younger sister, Maria, toward a political match with the infamous captain, hatred slowly gives way to something far more dangerous. Inspired by Bridgerton Season 2, this is a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers filled with longing, duty, and impossible choices.

Galilea Mirabel Brooks is not a lawyer. She has a doctorate, a successful career as a senior quantitative analyst at a hedge fund, and a resignation letter she's finally ready to submit. Then Elena Whitmore offers her a different future. Trading algorithms for litigation wasn't part of the plan. Neither were impossible cases, office politics, reluctant friendships, firm retreats, or discovering that some of the brightest legal minds in the country occasionally make spectacularly unsupported assumptions. Galilea came to Whitmore & Associates to analyze evidence. She didn't expect to find a place where she belonged. *One Easy Trick to Not Being a Lawyer* is the first novel in *Confessions of a Litigation Gremlin*, a character-driven legal drama about found family, quiet brilliance, and one wonderfully peculiar litigation analyst who keeps insisting she's not a lawyer. She's right. That doesn't stop anyone else from forgetting. #3 in legal - July 16th, 2026.

"I'm not the villain. I'm not the heroine either. And at this point- I'm starting to think that might be a problem." Hi. I'm Amanda. Or... I was. Now I'm stuck in someone else's body-Cassiane's-and apparently, she had a lot going on. I thought transmigrating would mean a fresh start. Maybe some plot armor. Maybe even a dramatic glow-up. Instead, I got chaos. And whatever this story is... it's definitely not going the way it's supposed to.

Well, well, well. Did you miss me? I can spot a couple of new faces lurking in the back, so I suppose introductions are needed. I'm Kalliope Aoidós, a Book Jumper, and thanks to my family's spectacularly inconvenient curse, I've once again found myself trapped in an adventure. The odds of dying a horrible death? Alarmingly high, as usual. Just the way we like it. What can I say? I have standards. In a time of ancient gods, warlords and kings. A land in turmoil cried out for a hero. No, wait. That's Xena. I love the drama but we need one or two adjustments. Let's try again. In a time of the Cauldron and the Mother, of High Lords ruling their courts, deadly bargains, and the King of Hybern brooding over conquest and destruction, the fae people cried out for a hero to spare them from slaughter and an absolutely catastrophic plotline. At last, there came Kalliope, the mighty Book Jumper, forged in the heat of stories and questionable narrative decisions. Power struggles, reckless passions, political schemes, betrayals, ancient secrets, suspiciously attractive enemies, and enough emotional damage to keep therapists employed for centuries, all would be met with relentless sarcasm by the one woman who alone had the power to change the world. Over the top? Absolutely. But read my adventures first and then tell me with a straight face that I oversold any of it. All rights to the original characters, setting, and source material belong to their respective copyright holders. My original character and original additions to this fan work are © 2026 AnemoneMarino Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

I accidentally almost killed someone with magic. My mother disappeared right after. And now I'm stuck in England with the grandmother she spent sixteen years warning me about. Tabetha Clarke is rich, terrifying, suspiciously wrinkle-free, and lives in a mansion full of silent servants who disappear when nobody's looking. Literally. Then there's the cat. The demon accusations. The midnight exorcisms. And the tiny little issue of my magic feeding off living things. Apparently, that's bad. Now everyone's acting like I'm either destined to become the most powerful witch in the family... or the reason it finally destroys itself. Personally, I'd just like one normal day and maybe a waffle that doesn't come with emotional trauma.

Random magic spells to make your life fun, exciting, and magical. Explore the world of magic & witchcraft and shatter evil cults/groups. Live a life full of adventure and fantasy. If you find this Book of Random Spells, it's meant for you to read. Practice discernment and safety first. ☆𖤐✡️ [1.2026]

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

Best friends don't look at each other like that. Best friends don't think about it after. so whatever this is- it's definitely not just that. s2- july 20th ahh

History has always belonged to those who remained to write it. It remembers heroes and villains, victories and betrayals, but rarely everything that came before. The choices no one noticed. The mistakes no one understood. The moments that changed everything long before anyone realised the story had already begun. Because sometimes the truth is not hidden. Sometimes it is simply forgotten. The stories remembered the prince. They remembered the chosen girl of light. They remembered the villainess who was destined to fall. They never knew what was left unwritten. Beyond the capital lay forgotten kingdoms, ancient forests untouched for centuries, creatures lost to time, and a world far greater than any story could contain. A world where magic can create wonders or leave scars, where monsters gather for reasons no one understands, and every answer only reveals how many questions were never asked. Some endings were never written. Some stories refuse to stay the way they were told. Content Note: A slow-burn reincarnation/transmigration fantasy that focuses on the journey rather than rushing to the destination. Come for the plot, stay for the banter, chaos, and all the little moments that make the adventure worth it. Content & Trigger Warnings While this story contains plenty of humour, banter, and lighthearted moments, it also explores darker themes and may be distressing for some readers. This story includes: • Strong language • Fantasy violence and magical combat • Blood and graphic injuries • Death and grief • Child abandonment, neglect, and references to abuse • Starvation, poverty, and homelessness (including abandoned children) • War, corruption, and human suffering Reader discretion is advised. ⭐ Vote if you're enjoying it! 💬 I'd love to hear your thoughts! 📖 Share with a fellow book lover! ❤️

13x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

once upon a time, In the middle of nowhere In the world where somewhere Two worlds collided in motion Two hearts entangled in real Fiction the journey had it's own grand tour from Chicago to Rome and even Paris was in the view from until then - holding on to until then - almost they were feeling something new. life decisions, career, family, friends, this story has been through every phase and all ends still they never left each other wondering or thought of what ifs, buts, or left to nothing they both just wanted to be with each other nothing more nothing less was their demand just so that they could be with each other they were unbothered about the world's command now will it build them more strong or will they crash like comets will their love bloom on the way or the pain which might be endless so be a witness, and fasten your emotions coz things are almost bout to get real for real as they are almost on verge of giving it all to almost knowing the unknown this time, it's cinematic for sure you know along with that it will be something await to put on a show it's holding on to almost Kairos you won't even know.

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. All rights to the original characters, setting, and source material belong to their respective copyright holders. My original character and original additions to this fan work are © 2025 AnemoneMarino Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

When Captain Jayden Henries hires a starving vampyr to guard his caravan, he expects a ruthless bargain paid in blood, not a bond that begins to change them both. Lukas is dangerous, secretive, and far too easy to trust when knives come out in the dark. But as ambushes close in and old powers reach from the palace to reclaim Jayden's future, their fragile arrangement sharpens into something far more perilous. To survive the road, they will need each other. To survive what waits at journey's end, they will have to choose each other.

Summer Clayton Sanders has always just been part of my life. He's my best friend's older brother, Kingston U's star quarterback, and somehow the guy every girl on campus wants. But to me, he's just Clay. The boy who surfed with me every summer and sat in the back of his pickup eating Cheetos while our boards dried in the sun. Then one stupid party changes everything. Now we're stuck somewhere between friendship and something more, hiding stolen moments and undeniable tension from the one person we can't afford to hurt. But secrets never stay buried forever. And the more time I spend with Clay again, the more I realize some people might be worth risking everything for. Clay Summer Lawson is back in my life. My little sister's best friend. The girl I used to pick up before sunrise to surf before school. The one person I never saw coming. Now she's here for her junior year, and suddenly staying "just friends" doesn't seem so simple anymore. Because one stupid party changed everything. Now all I want is to be close to her. To touch her. Kiss her. Keep her safe. But the lines between us are blurring fast, and the voice in the back of my head keeps reminding me what's at stake. Abby. Football. The NFL draft. Losing any of it isn't an option. But maybe Summer is the risk I've been willing to take all along.

It's not a crossover, but... hoa hoa hoa... Inspired by the 'Twilight' Muggle films (don't ask), Hermione researches Native American magic and discovers how to remove the Dark Mark. One problem: she needs Draco Malfoy to prove her theory. But between gemstone magic, only one bed, and unexpected vulnerability, nothing goes smoothly. The plan was removing the Dark Mark-not falling for Malfoy. All thanks to Jacob Black.

Clair Smith has a corner office, a tendency to disappear without explanation, and more opinions about Thorne Technologies than her job title strictly requires. Matt Ellis has the top floor, a calendar full of people he's quietly terrifying, and no idea what he's walked into. Neither of them, as it turns out, does. This was not in either of their job descriptions.

"Oh, you're using sir now? How polite of you. Did a fairy bite you overnight?" She didn't even blink. "No, but apparently I needed to remind myself how to behave in the presence of egotistical bosses." I smirked again. Fire. Always fire with this girl. "You call that a reminder? You stormed into my cabin like it's a wrestling ring." Her eyes blazed like I'd challenged her to a duel. "Because that's what this job feels like lately. Wrestling with my sanity." "Then maybe you should quit before you embarrass yourself." "Oh no, sir. Quitting is for the weak. I stay. I slay. And I collect pay." That caught me off guard. I let out a short laugh genuine, rare. "Is that a quote from your diary or from others' dairy?" She rolled her eyes but didn't budge. "You think this is funny? Humiliating me every second day? Whispering threats in an elevator like we're in some psychological thriller?" I stepped closer, voice dropping. "You think I care about you or what you think?" Silence. "You wore the other perfume today." "Oh, you noticed." "You have nothing to notice." The air shifted-tense, dense. Even my breath slowed. "Sorry, I didn't know your nose was on the board of directors." I stepped even closer, locking eyes with her. "Careful, Mannat. You're in my territory now." But she didn't even flinch. Just whispered with deadly precision "And you're in mine, every time you talk like that."

For anyone who has ever felt like content instead of a person One morning, Robin typed three words into Google. No capital letters. No question mark. Just flat, unceremonious: should i die The algorithm had an answer. Actually, the algorithm had fifteen million answers. Sponsored. Monetized. Discount-coded. What followed was a single day that became a media circus, a bidding war, a TED Talk, a podcast, a Netflix pitch, a Broadway musical, a cryptocurrency. Die Like a Star is a darkly funny, razor-sharp satire about the world we've built: one where your pain is a product, your grief is a brand opportunity, and even the desire to disappear gets a sponsorship deal. Robin didn't want to die famous. He just wanted to be left alone. The world had other plans.