It's the year 1996 in the city of New York. Phoebe Carla Bradley is new to the city, short of money, and just a few months away from graduating high school. She deals with the typical worries any working class person does. The first one on the list is surviving the expensive living in lower Manhattan. The second one, college. In desperate need of a simple but decent job, Phoebe gets the first bit of luck in her life when the opportunity to work in a restaurant above the clouds falls on her lap... Windows on the World. Atop the North Tower of the World Trade Center. The downside: having to work surrounded by 'the suits'. Also working in the North Tower, two floors below but a complete stranger to the restaurant, is Walter Terrence Cooperman, a legal and financial advisor whose daily outfits consist exclusively of suits. Circumstances keep making them stumble upon each other, and over time, an odd relationship develops between them. One that, no matter how hard Phoebe tries to avoid, manages to become a lifeline for both. It is not something Phoebe would have ever seen coming. Because that man represents everything she has been taught to reject. Warnings!: Big age-gap Possible mildly offensive dialogue and strong language /#2 in olderman -story started on: September 10 2021 (idea: August 2021) !Do NOT copy story, idea, or characters. All protected under copyright! !If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to my Wattpad profile (brooklinebaby). Thank you.

It is late 1860. Abraham Ernest Levitan, a secluded farmer, needs help tending to the extensive land he owns. Agatha Eve Irvine, an otiose young girl is sent to find a job as a cure for her discourteous ways. She arrives at the Lonehaven Ranch when the only available job flies into her face while walking down a street in Yellowville, Kentucky. The girl takes on this labor with no other option, not knowing what to expect and with little eagerness to get her hands dirty by working the ways of the country. What she certainly does not expect is for the landowner to be a black man. //Story idea under construction. Everything is subject to change. Idea: May 8 2022. Do not copy! Disclaimers/Warnings: Age gap romance (20 years) Offensive language & slurs Physical violence & blood Mentions of SA (The rest is yet to be rated) !If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to my Wattpad profile (brooklinebaby). Thank you.

It is the year 1996 in New York City. Phoebe arrives with her mother, both just as empty-handed and lost as for what comes next. While figuring out what to do and how to get by, some things seem to at least change for the better and get a little easier. But this easy-going goes against the nature of NYC. Thanks to her "practically a New Yorker" cousin, Phoebe lands a job in a restaurant above the clouds: Windows on the World, at the top of the North Tower of the World Trade Center. The downside: too much proximity to the "suits". Also working in the Twin Tower complex, is a legal and financial advisor whose daily outfits consist exclusively of suits. Walter Cooperman. On his first visit to the restaurant in all the years that he's worked just two floors below, he comes face to face with a snarky waitress. Despite all the obvious signs telling him to face the opposite way, his consciousness marks another rhythm and decides to lend a hand the financially struggling girl. Yet, Phoebe can't help but view his good intentions as a double sided flaunt. Because that man is the embodiment of everything that she has been taught to reject. Their story never ends even when it does. There's still Faith. Warnings!: Big age-gap Possible mildly offensive dialogue and strong language /#2 in olderman -story started on: September 10 2021 (idea: August 2021) This is being rewritten now for quality reasons !Do NOT copy story, idea, or characters. All protected under copyright! !If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to my Wattpad profile (brooklinebaby). Thank you.

It may seem like a privilege, a luxury, to travel twice in one month. But what Poppy experiences after moving from Russia to the United States is a very different kind of trip. Polina "Poppy" Voronova is a determined eighteen year-old when she moves to Boston to study in Harvard. However, her carefully planned life will be completely turned upside down by an unexplainable occurrence. Waking up in what she thinks is a dream turns out to be a harsh reality as she has to figure out where, or rather, when she is and what has happened to her. Having a bright mind comes in handy. But she will need more than that. She will need to blend in. Once she finds out, and sees no escape, there's only one thing she can and must do. She has little to lose, after all. To try her best to save a man. Full title: The moth effect of the Dallas Minutemen !If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to my Wattpad profile (brooklinebaby). Thank you.

Al-Andalus 1183. Lluna Valentia bint Al Mualim De Bosch is a Spanish/Moorish noble, fruit of an interfaith union that hoped to unite two conflicting faiths of the Iberian Peninsula. However, hope is a dream and the reality is that the family's influence, wealth, and titles are in danger with the constant friction between the Almohad Caliphate and the Christians wishing to retake their Iberian land. At nineteen, Valentia is the only remaining daughter to be wed and their only hope to salvage their social standing. At the other side of the Mediterranean, the terminally young King of Jerusalem fears for the future of his kingdom and his struggle to provide a successor that will lead in example. In a last act of hope, or desperation, word is sent out that the King looks for a betrothed. Many countries receive the news, but few people are eager to answer. Yet in Al Andalus, it means a seizable opportunity for a certain family. It is no doubt a convenient solution for both sides. But the convenience is flawed, complicated. Because of the King's illness, it remains to be seen whether there is a point to it all. And, after all, nobody asked what Lady Valentia thought about the whole situation. Can this unwilling bride give her life and love away to a leper? And what is that which makes her the only one who could? Something far more sinister than a disease lurks ahead. Factions and alliances will either cooperate or sow discord. With such chaos, even the most unlikely of alliances may not be out of reach for this Kingdom. //the mature tag does NOT indicate smǔt, it indicates violence, blood, and heavy topics (and perhaps mildly spicy scenes (but no smǔt)) More disclaimers and warnings inside This is a long-fic and slow-burn so that's why the pace is so "slow" ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3‼️

She grapples with obedience and defiance. With faith and secrets. She is the daughter of a crusader who will go down in history... infamously. But what of her? What of her escape from him and the journey that follows? A journey that will take her to her father's foe. The most powerful warrior and conqueror the lands have seen in many years. The Sultan who grants victory. Salah ad-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub. ~ Assalaamu Alaykum This is a story that will try to adhere to being as halal as possible for the sake of authenticity and accuracy with the pertinent characters and their actions according to the context of the era and the religion. But while I am religious and all three main Abrahamic religions are part of my faith (in a sense I am ecumenical with all 3) I am therefore non-denominational so I don't practice Islam or the others in complete adherence to all tenets and rituals. So as a writer with passion for certain eras and historical figures, I take liberty in writing stories about them, with no intention to offend these people or anyone else, and I can't promise every little detail will be accurate or always halal (maybe sometimes there is haram intentionally because of certain characters personalities). Keep this in mind before reading. Graphic content warning: strong language, and blood and violence only