In a world ruled by instinct and hierarchy, omegas are not protected—they are possessed. Unregistered and nameless, the omega has survived by staying invisible. No pack. No bond. No safety. But when her scent betrays her, she is taken by one of the most feared packs in the territory. Their alpha is ruthless, his authority absolute. His betas are loyal, watchful, and complicit in every rule that governs pack law. Together, they don’t offer refuge—they enforce belonging through dominance, proxim
In a world where Omegas are rare—and hunted—Aldric thought he’d never find his mate. The bond strikes him like fire, but by the time he tracks her, she has been passed through trading rings, surviving packs that see her as property, not a person. Alive, yes—but changed. Strong, cautious, and submissive only when survival demands it. Every instinct in Aldric screams to protect her, to tear the world apart for her safety. But the bond does not give him ownership, and her trust cannot be forced.
The reader becomes entangled with Sandor Clegane while traveling through the Riverlands during the chaos of the War of the Five Kings. What begins as reluctant protection slowly twists into something darker — possession, obsession, and a bond neither of them fully understands. Sandor insists she stays because it’s safer. But the truth is… he doesn’t want her to leave.
A soft soulmate AU where Newt Scamander bears a rare, feared creature mark believed to foretell tragedy. When he meets his equally marked soulmate, old myths and Newt’s own self-sacrifice push him to keep his distance. As danger rises, the truth emerges: creature marks are not curses but bonds of balance, meant to protect both magical beasts and the ones who care for them. The story explores quiet love, misunderstood magic, and choosing partnership over fear.
In a town where everyone knows everyone, you’re known for your kindness—and for the powerful rescue dogs most people are too nervous to approach. He’s known for something very different. A feared enforcer for the local motorcycle club, fresh out of prison for crimes no one talks about openly, he’s the man people avoid, the one problems seem to disappear around. When he starts appearing in your routin
Growing up in Woodsboro means growing up around chaos — and around Stu Macher. Everyone knows Stu as the loud, flirty, unserious class clown. But you’ve always noticed the moments when he goes quiet. The moments when he watches instead of laughs. When the murders begin in Woodsboro, fear spreads fast. But you don’t scare easily — and you definitely don’t ignore patterns. Stu disappears at convenient times. He lingers around you more than usual. He seems almost… protective.
After the war, Theseus Scamander is assigned to protect someone who was never meant to be part of his world. What begins as duty turns into vigilance, then into something far more dangerous: care. As threats close in and lines blur, Theseus finds himself guarding more than just a life—he’s protecting a choice, a trust, and a connection neither of them expected. Quietly intense, fiercely loyal, and willing to cross lines he swore he wouldn’t, Theseus must decide how far protection can go before
Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. The Riddle brothers—Tom and Mattheo—hold Hogwarts in the grip of whispered terror. Then she appears: bold, untamed, and utterly uninterested in them. Her fire doesn’t bend, it ignites, and for the first time, the brothers taste a craving they cannot control. What begins as rivalry becomes obsession, and obsession becomes a dangerous, intoxicating game where hearts—and morality—burn. Who will dominate, and who will fall first?
You weren’t supposed to survive. When Ghostface attacks, you fight back hard enough to notice details — familiar ones. It doesn’t take long to realize that Stu Macher is involved. But Stu was never the architect. Billy was. As the murders escalate in Woodsboro, you uncover the truth about the partnership between Stu and Billy Loomis. One plans. One performs. One believes he’s in control of the story. He’s wrong. Instead of running to the police, you begin reshaping the narrative.
Beneath the reclaimed halls of Erebor, loyalty is everything. As Thorin Oakenshield reclaims his kingdom, the weight of crown and legacy presses heavily upon him. Proud, unyielding, and already shadowed by obsession, he rules with iron resolve—and expects absolute devotion from those who stand at his side. You are drawn into his world of stone and gold, where power is never given freely and love is anything but gentle. As darkness stirs within the mountain, your bond with Thorin deepens into s
Dean Winchester and Sam arrive in a quiet town investigating a series of strange livestock deaths they suspect are connected to something supernatural. The case leads them to a local livery yard owned by a young woman named Katie Carter. Katie is twenty-three and completely normal. Her life revolves around early mornings, muddy boots, feed deliveries, and her thoroughbred mare, Tori. She knows nothing about monsters or hunters. To her, the biggest crisis of the week is Tori throwing a shoe and the farrier being impossible to get hold of. Dean notices her because she’s standing in the middle of the chaos caused by the investigation, arguing with anyone who gets in her way. She’s stubborn, fiercely protective, and entirely unimpressed by him. He thinks she’s reckless. She thinks he’s an arrogant stranger with too many opinions and not enough manners. Then the stables catch fire. As everyone else runs to safety, Katie hears the horses screaming inside and charges straight into the burning building. Dean grabs her arm, horrified, only for her to shout back that Tori is still inside. Realising she isn’t going to abandon the animals no matter what, Dean follows her into the flames. Together, they rescue as many horses as they can, navigating collapsing beams and smoke-filled aisles. When they finally reach Tori, the mare immediately decides Dean is public enemy number one—pinning her ears, trying to bite him, and acting deeply offended by his existence. Katie notices things about the fire that don’t make sense: strange symbols, impossible damage, the way Dean instinctively knows what to do. Dean tries to brush her off, but Katie keeps asking questions, and eventually she and Sam uncover the truth about hunting. Sam and Katie quickly form an easy friendship. Unlike Dean’s guarded nature, Sam patiently explains the world they’ve stumbled into, answering Katie’s endless questions without making her feel foolish. Katie fusses over whether Sam has eaten
People fear Colt Maddox. Once a champion bronc rider, now the reclusive owner of a remote Wyoming ranch, Colt is a man haunted by his past and surrounded by rumours no one dares question. Most people keep their distance. Katie Carter doesn’t. Taking a temporary job at Maddox Ranch is supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, she finds herself working alongside a man as stubborn as the wild horses he rescues. Quiet, intimidating, and impossible to read, Colt should be the last person she trusts. But beneath his rough exterior lies a man carrying more scars than anyone can see. As old secrets begin to resurface and danger closes in around the ranch, Katie finds herself drawn to the one man determined to keep everyone at arm’s length. Including her. In a place where trust is hard-earned and the past refuses to stay buried, Colt and Katie must decide whether love is worth the risk—or whether some wounds are too deep to heal. A dark cowboy romance filled with wild horses, found family, slow-burn tension, and a fiercely protective hero who would do anything for the woman he loves.
Mattheo Riddle becomes obsessed with you the moment you defy him. He follows you through corridors, always close enough that his fingers brush your wrist, your waist, your throat — touches that are light, deliberate, unmistakably claiming. He corners you often, backing you against cold stone walls with one hand braced beside your head, the other tracing slow, controlling lines along your jaw. “Look at me,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers. “If you’re mine, you don’t look at an