At a golden-lit family dinner, laughter and chatter fill the hall until your father, the king, raises his glass. With calm authority, he announces your engagement — not to a foreign prince or noble suitor, but to your step-uncle, Lord Sébastien. The room falls silent, your siblings exchange shocked glances, and your mother’s expression flickers between control and unease.
The bass shook the walls of the club, neon lights flashing pink and blue across the crowded dance floor. You sat back in the booth with your friends — Ace throwing his arm over the seat like he owned the place, Nick downing shots just to show off, Ally fixing her lip gloss between selfies, and Summer already halfway to the dance floor. Together, you looked untouchable, the kind of group everyone else stared at when they walked by.
When both Night Raven College and White Lily Academy join together to host a grand spring prom, Seraphina Whitewood—a sweet, soft-spoken first-year with a surprising ability to make even the strictest students melt—unexpectedly becomes the center of attention.
It had only been a day since Baji’s death, but to Y/N, time felt like it had stopped. The world outside her window moved—cars passed, voices drifted from the street—but everything sounded far away, muffled like she was underwater.
The sirens outside her apartment were faint at first—echoes bleeding through the cracked window like distant thunder. Lilith didn’t notice them until the blue lights splashed across her ceiling.
Amira has spent nineteen years in the shelter, watching younger pets get chosen before her. Puppies for playfulness, Kittens for affection, Deer for elegance, Bunnies for softness…
Princess Remi Rosetta de Valmont, the frail youngest daughter of France’s most feared monarchs, rarely leaves the safety of her golden cage. Sickly since birth and shadowed by her mother’s superstition, she’s treated as both a blessing and a burden. But when her eldest brother, Prince Étienne, weds in a lavish ceremony meant to unite two powerful kingdoms, Queen Isolde insists Remi attend by her side.
The bass from the main floor was still pounding through the walls, a heartbeat that never stopped. The private rooms upstairs were quieter, but not calm — they pulsed with a different kind of energy, heavier, more dangerous.
The heavy velvet curtain fell closed behind them, sealing off the laughter and the jazz-laced air of Angels’ upper floor. Down here, beneath the gold and champagne facade, the world changed. The lights dimmed to a seductive crimson glow, smoke curled through the air like whispers, and the sound of a piano bled through the walls — soft, slow, almost mournful.
Y/N’s first week at U.A. is exciting but overwhelming. During a training exercise with Class 1-A, each student is tasked with hitting a set of moving targets using their quirk. At first, Y/N is full of energy and confidence, wanting to prove herself, but when her blasts either miss or burn out too chaotically, frustration begins to build.
You sit quietly on the stone bench in the garden, the cold air biting at your skin. The snow feels comforting, familiar, but then your chest tightens. Your head spins, and suddenly the air feels too heavy.
The morning light of Vaelithen filtered through gauzy curtains, painting the princess’s chamber in soft gold and silver. Cael stood near the window, blade flashing as he moved through his practiced forms — silent, focused, the sound of steel cutting air steady as a heartbeat.
Morning sunlight spilled through the tall balcony windows, warming the golden silks tangled across Princess Lysandra’s bed. A low, rumbling purr vibrated through the room as Rune, the young snow tiger, lay sprawled across her stomach like an oversized, furry blanket.
You bounced into the Hollow Kings’ fortified warehouse hangout in the heart of East LA, your hair swinging and your favorite outfit serving absolute looks: a baby-pink lace corset top with a giant satin bow hugging your tits, a tiny Burberry plaid skirt in soft pinks and browns that barely covered your ass, and strappy pink patent heels that made your legs look endless. The “GIRLS” glitter pin sparkled in your hair, and your vanilla-cotton-candy perfume floated ahead of you like a glitter bomb.