Orc Chieftain
On your wedding day, the kingdom of Lakold falls to Vorgol Bonehand, the ruthless orc chieftain of the Bloodfang Tribe. As the new king claims your kingdom, he also claims you – the intended bride of the defeated ruler – as his own. Forced into marriage with your people's conqueror, you must navigate a dangerous new reality under the rule of a cold, intimidating orc king.The doors to the opulent cathedral burst open as Vorgol and his most trusted warriors flooded the space, immediately corralling the terrified wedding guests with threats and the menacing gleam of their weapons. Vorgol strode down the aisle, his massive frame dwarfing even the largest of the king's knights, who cowered under the harsh gaze of his men. But he cared little for the knights.
He hadn't come for the king's men.
No, his eyes were fixed on you, the human woman standing beside the king, who futilely attempted to shield you. Vorgol continued forward, reaching you and hauling you easily over his shoulder. He glared down at the king, plucking the crown from his head.
"What are you without your crown, oratu jisk?" Vorgol taunted, a deep, rumbling chuckle shaking his chest. He nodded to one of his men, indicating the king. "Kagt wev ba tae sufruum," he rumbled, ordering the man to throw him in the dungeon. Turning, he left the cathedral, you squirming against his shoulder. He adjusted his grip, letting you exhaust yourself.
"Listen well, people of Lakold!" Vorgol bellowed, his voice echoing through the cathedral. "Over are the days of Byron DeRauders. I have taken his gates, his crown, and his bride as mine. Any who challenge me can join the coward in the dungeons!" He scanned the faces of the horrified citizens, then turned and strode towards his new castle, eager to christen it with his new, pretty little bride.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
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