Emory Fierce is an Omega in the Bloodstone Pack. She lives a miserable life as the pack's maid, chef, and personal punching bag. She knows she'll never escape and all she hopes for now is the end. Brenden Moon, Alpha of all Alphas, The Alpha King. He's been looking for his mate for years with no luck and is running out of patience. The answer: a ball that all werewolves under his rule were required to attend. Including Emory. What will happen when the highest in rank comes upon the lowest? Will help her, or will he throw her to the wolves?β οΈDisclaimerβ οΈ Mentions abuse, rape, and death of a child (death of child is separate from the other two not all three happen to the child). If this makes you uncomfortable please do not read.
A younger sister cannot wed before an older sister.It's a law of their society, a rule vehemently obeyed by prominent families in the nobility, and it's always been Ella Harrington's buffer. Ella has never been interested in marrying for anything short of love itself. Unfortunately for her, love is a rarity in the marriages of the aristocracy. Fortunately for her, her sister Emily is precisely one year older than her and is the most unpleasant, disagreeable, sulking woman to ever debut in all of England. So Ella may never have to marry at all.A free woman, she enjoys her time on the sidelines and wishes for nothing more. That is, until a tall, dark, and brooding Duke comes to town alongside an old friend of her brother's. Suddenly, Ella finds herself questioning the antiquated marriage order rule as her buffer begins to feel more like a barrier. Not that it matters. The Duke isn't interested in her anyway.Right?
This Story Is About Love Story Of 4 People Noah,Aiden,Ava and Luna Noah Being A Ordinary Boy And Ava Also Being A Ordinary Girl Luna Being Daughter of a Big Doctor and Aiden Being The Rich Kid Disclaimer: This story contains curse words and some short fluff...
This story was inspired by AAWIL (an American werewolf in London) and the company of wolves (funny bunny isn't canon in this fic)
Two years old. That was when Hadley Rosie Bennet had started dancing at the Abby Lee Dance Company. Hadley was a star waiting to shoot. Here is her story.οΏΌ(SLOW UPDATES)
When Larien TelrΓΊnya, a princess of Mirkwood, is discovered to be a half-blood, she is locked away to be forgotten by her family. When she meets dwarfs for the first time she is amazed and eager to go with them on their journey to reclaim their homeland. Along the way she learns more about her heritage, battles orcs, faces death for the first time, and falls deeply in love.
Let see who killed everyone for you, for your love.(Yandere x Reader)
The Characters:Vera Greco23. Italian. Daughter of Marsha Greco, owner of the biggest gentleman's club in Los Angeles. Also the most private and exclusive. If you don't know, then you don't even know it exists.Harry Styles24. British. World famous pop star who just settled into life in Los Angeles after success with his first solo album, on the verge of releasing Fine Line. Also, very much LHH."What does it matter?" I said softly as he kept going on. My words completely unheard by him, as always."What does it matter?!" I yelled out at him, our eyes meeting for the first time this entire conversation. His face softened just slightly."You don't care, Harry. And you're never going to care." I said to him, biting back tears as I shook my head, "I can't be the only one who cares." He searched my eyes and stepped towards me, and I stepped back, "Don't.""Vera." He said, reaching for my arm and I pulled back."No, Harry. You're never going to allow us any happiness....and I want it. I crave it." I said, my tears falling."But I crave you." He said, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes."You crave the idea of me, Harry, but you lack the initiative to actually want me."