we were born to be the pawn, in every lover's game. in which she loves him, but he hates her. [ jeremiah fisher x fem!oc ] [ based on tv show ]

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

"𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥." "𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫." ͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ [ in which the darkness must learn to share his time in the sky with starlight ]

Daisy Thompson is your typical University student; her sleep schedule is practically non-existent, she's barely surviving on her minimum wage job, she's constantly falling behind in her assignments, and the state of her mental health is certainly questionable. When she's not studying or working, she's down at the local gym learning self-defence. But when her shifts at the café change, her gym sessions are forced to change with them. Used to the sparse lunch time numbers, the new, rougher crowd is a shock - especially when she lays eyes on a recent one night stand. [18+]

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒, renowned CEO and entrepreneur. Ruthlessness was all she knew after her first love disappeared without a trace. Worst of it all was she was carrying his child, who turned out to be more of a blessing than a curse. Celeste worked her way around the single mother life and built an empire at the feet of her daughter. As time passed over, she never anticipated the return of her lover, the father of her daughter. Does he deserve a second chance? Will Celeste ever forgive him for leaving? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐗𝐄𝐑

"You don't have to follow the path. Burn the path, angel." [mature themes throughout] DISCLAIMER!! This does not follow any specific timeline within TDK trilogy.

"Dahlia Blossom. Don't let the name fool you. She's better known as the Black Dahlia. And she didn't earn that nickname by smiling and looking pretty." "She sure knows how to perform for the camera." "Because she knows how to play the game. She always has. Right from the very beginning. And for that reason alone, she may just be one of the deadliest Victors you come across. You need her on your side, Katniss... Or neither of you will be going home." *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* 𝐎𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟔𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐚𝐡𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐚𝐲. finnick odair x fem!OC pre-hunger games ⇢ mockingjay @madebyrach , 2023

"Say something," he snaps, "or is that pretty little mouth of yours finally going to stay shut?" ✧ Four-point five hundred seventy-one billion years ago the galaxy formed. The planets were set into orbit and four-point five hundred forty-three billion years ago the earth was created. Human life as we know it was started. All of that expansion led Athena Grace to Ace Hawthorne. She had never met someone so malicious, someone willing to put himself above others in a switch. He had never met anyone so wholehearted, someone willing to give up their happiness for everybody else's. All it took was one simple tug of the door for her to fall into him, for her to see the boy with a demure smile that covered his cheeks like stardust. And just like that, the fate of the universes collided. ✧ "You waited for me?" I ask, a small smile playing on my lips as I tilt my head. "Didn't want to get up," he rests his elbows on the table and supports his face. I stare at him in awe, big black eyes with thick lashes that flutter against his honey skin. His lips are pink and they get pinker when he chews on them, and he has a tiny scar right beneath his jaw. He stirs. "Why are you staring at me?" "Is it too early in our friendship to call you pretty?" I murmur, not caring to stop my words as my eyes flicker to his. He opens his mouth to say something, then presses his lips together and stays silent, but his cheeks slightly turn pink which makes my heart thump out of my chest. "Oh my God, you're blushing." "What? No-" He takes his elbows off the table and wipes at his cheeks. "No, I'm just hot." "I called you pretty," I bite my lips. "And now you're blushing." "Be quiet, Athena. I'm not blushing. I don't blush." He drapes his arms across his chest. "Ace Hawthrone," I lean closer on the table. "I most definitely made you blush." ✧ DON'T POST THIS ANYWHERE! NO TRANSLATIONS IF YOU DO LEGAL ACTION WILL BE TAKEN Started: September 5, 2020. Completed: March 8, 202

"Natalie," he repeated, her name like velvet on his tongue. He seemed to like the sound of it because he repeated it again, his voice turning low. "Natalie." Leon Hughes was a mystery masked by bruised cheeks and bleeding knuckles. He was a wraith, a shadow on the walls - sometimes there, sometimes gone. Never set in stone. He showed up when he showed up, with his face bleeding, his shirt torn, his skin blistered. Natalie never knew when he'd come, but she always let him in. Originally a short story. Rankings: #2 in teenromance, #2 in goodgirl, #15 in badboy

"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES