𝓚𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈 𝓡𝐄𝐈 was a cult leader and assassin who held a syringe filled with humanity's poison. Masked as a dying patient in a hospital, doctors ignored her because she looked like she wouldn't make it to the very next day. But they were wrong. She was dangerous. Not only in the way she coaxed innocent sheep toward the wolf's den but how she conducted a church with nothing but a veil and candle, where the hands of the desperate and seeking claw at her feet in a thirst for god's-no, her salvation. 𝓜ost assassins kill for orders. Kuromi believed otherwise. Where to her, it wasn't simply murder, believing it to be nature for the weak to follow the powerful. The world was overgrown greedy, selfish, rotting at the roots, she only pruned what did not deserve to bloom. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 held a syringe like the antidote against humanity's poison. As a heart surgeon, human life was simply necessary in a system- not that that would ever explain why he never valued his own. Maybe because he had never once seen it as irreplaceable. He was quiet in the way empty rooms were quiet, his accuracy unsettling whether that blade he held with surgical hands was metaphorical or real. 𝓨et that never explained why his patients kept dying before he got to open their hearts. Why the world did not get better, only quieter, until one night, he saw who had been holding the rotten, bloody knife all this time. 𝓐 garden must be trimmed. A flock must be guided. For him, a heart must keep beating no matter the cost. And to her, an already selfish world must still be purified of human filth. 𝓣he two of them walked opposite directions- one playing god, other playing human, yet they followed each other like poison and antidote, falling into a land where there is no room for morals. 𝓑elief in the gods are lost, they are weak, but power is true once you get the slightest taste. And both of them refuse to let go.

La unión sellada en sangre, fuego y deseo marcó el inicio de una nueva era para ambos: una devoción absoluta, una pasión tan profunda que rozaba la locura, y un poder que parecía despertarse cada vez que sus manos se encontraban sobre las llamas...

Elowen Pevensie grew up in a house full of laughter, raised on stories she believed were only stories. Tales of a distant land called Narnia-of talking beasts, ancient magic, and four rulers who once reigned in a golden age-were woven gently into her childhood, never asked to be believed. Until the day the story opens again and Elowen steps into a world she was never meant to know, where time does not move as it should and history remembers her name. In Narnia, only two years have passed since her parents left, Peter and Amara Pevensie-High King and Queen of a land still healing from loss and war. To its people, Elowen is not merely a girl out of another world. She is a princess. Brought before King Caspian, who remembers her only as an infant, Elowen must come to terms with a truth kept from her all her life: Narnia was real, her parents once ruled it, and the legacy of the Golden Age has been waiting. As Elowen learns the history of a kingdom and the weight of a crown she never expected, she finds herself drawn into the quiet work of rebuilding-walking ruined halls, listening to stories carved into stone, and discovering where she belongs. At Caspian's side, a bond forms slowly and unspoken, shaped by shared responsibility, lingering glances, and a gentleness neither of them names. . Sequel to 'Golden Hour" It is not required to read the first book in order to read this one but it is highly encouraged as some things will not make sense This will be a slow burn

Nearly two thousand years ago, Didyme of the Volturi vanished. The world believed her dead, killed during the rise of the Volturi, but the truth was far more complicated. Instead of killing his beloved sister, Aro condemned her to an eternal sleep, hiding her away and allowing Marcus to believe she was lost forever. With Didyme gone, Marcus's bond fell silent, and the Volturi endured, built on a lie that lasted centuries. When Didyme awakens in the modern world, she remembers nothing. Not her name. Not her past. Not even what she is. Guided only by instinct, she wanders through an unfamiliar world until she crosses paths with Marcus, who recognizes her instantly as the mate he mourned for nearly two millennia. Pulled toward Volterra without understanding why, Didyme returns to the heart of the Volturi, unaware that the brother who welcomes her with open arms is the same one who stole her life and erased her memories. As Marcus struggles between hope and restraint, and Aro fights to keep his secrets buried, the past begins to surface, bringing with it truths that could shatter the Volturi forever.

Emmett Cullen's sister Elsa has always been a troublemaker - and the Cullens love her for it. Turned not long after Emmett, she developed a rare and dangerous gift: She control the weather. Storms answer her instinctively. Lightning bends to her will. She knows exactly how much damage she's capable of and chooses not to stay long enough to see the aftermath. Elsa drifts in and out of the Cullens' lives, appearing without warning and leaving just as abruptly. When she's around, the house is louder, the skies darker, and Carlisle's patience tested. Most of the time, she prefers the freedom of the outside world of cities, bars, excess, and chaos, using alcohol and adrenaline to keep herself from settling anywhere too long. Despite her absence, the Cullens never stop claiming her as theirs. They cover for her. Protect her. Love her without conditions. When news reaches her that the Volturi are moving against her family, she returns to Forks without hesitation. For the first time in years, Elsa stays, standing with the Cullens as witnesses gather and tensions rise. Among the assembled covens, someone takes a particular interest in her, drawn not just to her power, but to the careful restraint beneath the chaos. As the threat of war looms, she's forced to decide whether she'll disappear again once the danger passes... or finally stop running from the family that has always been waiting for her.

༄✩*.˚ 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗺𝗯. --- ❝ you aren't always exes for a bad reason. Maybe it's just the right person at the wrong time. ❞ ( steve harrington x female oc ) ( stranger things fanfic ) ( © D4NNYR1CC 2026 )

𝓔𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝓜𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐈 was that doll you never wanted. A porcelain beauty left to rot in flower pressed graves that simply took the skin of a beautiful, human psychiatrist. She never minded seeing her porcelain skin covered in blood and wept tears if that meant to know the answer to love. 𝓣hen, she looked into the mirror. 𝓢𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 𝓒𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀 was a heart surgeon who didn't understand love. Didn't need love. An empty soul bearing the skin of an empty human. He worked with careful precision and emotionless strategy that didn't require feelings, or did he believe in finding the answer to love. He didn't understand hearts, he learnt to fix them. Well, only theirs and never his own. 𝓣wo morbid souls who could never truly accept each other- or maybe just their own, distorted reflections. 𝓣hey simply follow each other, falling down into the rabbit hole- just two heartless, empty dolls, one born to save, and the other to heal fractured hearts, finding themselves in the Borderlands. 𝓣here there is no room for morality, nor principles, let alone for judging what is good and what is evil. 𝓟erhaps that is what makes humanity so beautiful to people who already lost theirs. ──── 🃚 ──── started: july 3rd 2025 status: incomplete ended: n/a

He is fire; she fears the flames. Naerys Velaryon, firstborn of Rhaenyra Targaryen, bears the blood of the dragon yet carries a curse that sets her apart: a terror of fire. When her mother's claim hung by a thread, she was bound in childhood to her uncle, Aemond Targaryen - a union forged not of love, but as the price exacted for the loss of his eye. Ten years later, Naerys returns to King's Landing to fulfill her duty. Yet her betrothed is no longer the boy she once knew. Aemond is vengeance made flesh, as sharp and unforgiving as the blades he wields. In a court ruled by treachery, where oaths shatter as swiftly as they are sworn, they must set aside their grievances... if only to seize what they both covet: the Iron Throne. And in the game they are forced to play, hatred may prove the only thing more perilous than desire. All rights belong to George RR Martin and HBO House of The Dragon, except any original characters and canon divergence on this story.

OC x Carlisle Cullen / Caius When Bella Swan disappears after her wedding, her family is left with half-truths and unanswered calls. Weeks turn into months, and all Clara hears is that her sister is "sick" and "needs time." But Bella's distant words don't sound like her anymore - and the silence that follows feels like betrayal. As Bella's strange new life unfolds far away, Clara struggles to hold her family together - especially their father, who still believes his eldest daughter will come home. But when Bella finally reappears, changed in ways Clara can't explain, old wounds reopen. The sister she loved is both familiar and utterly foreign. Drawn into the orbit of the Cullens, Clara finds herself unexpectedly confiding in Dr. Carlisle Cullen - the man who once seemed only her sister's friend. His calm understanding becomes her anchor in a world that makes less and less sense. Yet the more she learns, the more she senses the truth he cannot tell her... and the quiet ache between them neither can admit. In a place where truth is deadly and love is no longer human, Clara must decide how much of her heart she's willing to risk for someone who stopped being mortal long ago.

❛ I'm not falling for you. ❜ ❛ Good, because I'm already falling apart. ❜ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐆𝐢𝐠𝐢 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭. © exposal ❪2025❫