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𝑂𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.... In a world of bloody war and misgivings that lead to treason, there is only one thing Catherine Percy can be sure of and that is danger. Her life had not always been thus, following the cursed rise and fall of fortunes wheel that is as ever turning as the earth. No, she was the daughter of an Earl, the favourite of a beautiful Queen and the prized suitor for the Prince of Wales. But, as ever, where glory leads, misfortune follows.... Stolen from her bed by her family's Neville rivals and carried unwillingly away from all she has ever known, young Catherine suddenly finds herself thrust into a world of war she had only ever heard in stories. As the prized hostage of the powerful Nevilles, lead by the Earl of Warwick and his brothers who despise her family, she must learn to survive in a new way, adapting to circumstances that had not festered even in her worst nightmares. She has a strong will and an even stronger spirit but even the strongest spirit can be broken when the right whip is used. Will Catherine survive as she climbs the thorny vines of this world of white and red? Or will she be crushed underfoot like so many unfortunate souls before her.... ???? ????? ????? ? *???? ???? ?? ??? ???????????? ????????*

When Helene Lovell finds herself a penniless orphan, she is swept into the world of manners, money, and etiquette, where her cruel Aunt Lady Dorothea is the ringmaster, and never ceases to remind her of her burdensome existence. The only consolation is Henry, who shows Helene friendship and kindness in a place of sadness. Fast-forward a few years, where grown-up Henry and Helene meet again, but Helene must battle her ever growing feelings for him. As she stays as a guest at Henry's families residence, she is unwittingly submerged into the middle of family drama, tragedy, and love. Will Helene be able to overcome her social position, shyness and rank and follow her heart, or simply conform to what is expected of her? ~Dedicated to my grandma, who recently passed away but was the best story teller I knew~ UPDATE: I wrote this book a few years ago on a whim, and also to help distract me from the grief of losing my grandma. As such, it is very unedited! I am leaving it up because it was my first book on ��������, and came straight from my heart. I don't really plan on editing it so I am sorry if you notice any errors/holes/mistakes, but hope you can enjoy it in its very rough and unpolished form nonetheless :-)

{Shortlisted for the Wattys 2022} It's 1798 and The Lenoir family controls a significant part of London's dreaded and violent underworld. They reap the rewards in high-class society but Clarissa Lenoir has little interest in society or the people within it. Instead, she is following in her grandfather's footsteps as the leader and protector of The Strand, however, a problem, in the form of a silver-eyed man and rival leader, is about to throw her world into chaos. Clarissa is determined to best this entitled and immoral duke in any way she can and refuses to fall prey to his dashing looks and lavish words. Will she risk everything, including her own life to see this man crumble at her feet? Or is there something stronger than revenge in her heart?

Eleanor had it all. She came from a powerful family, held money, a title. Now she has lost it to no fault of hers. It seemed she couldn't lose anything more, but she spoke too early. Her life now belonged to her new monarch. Lord Blackburn-Hanover. The man was the devil himself. Set on one goal and one goal only. To destroy her. An easy task when spoken, one that now seemed to prove difficult once put to action. With a new life thrust upon her with no warning, Eleanor must adapt to a new setting, new people, knowing her life barely hangs off a thread with the sinful man holding it. As a forbidden romance blooms, dangerous forces threaten to tear it down and not is all as it seems. And the Lord isn't either. HIGHEST RANKINGS #13 in jealousy out of 1.09k stories (5/20/2024) #16 in nonfiction out of 1.53k stories (6/29/2024) #15 heart-felt out of 4.48k stories (7/18/2024) #41 heartwarming 4.61k stories (7/16/2024) #30 animals out of 29.8k stories (7/18/2024) #88 in fiction out of 1.93k stories (5/26/2024) #7 in romancesreads2024 out of 63 stories (7/16/2024)

# 2 The Vicious Viscount Mabel & Malcolm's story Lady Mabel is a bastard, once upon a time Mabel was poor, she lived with her aunt , they struggled to earn money and did not have it easy, but in that though time she was the happiest, she had a secret lover who lighted up her days, the whole town did never know of their relationship since it would be a scandal for a Viscount son to even spend time with his servants. Mabel's aunt worked for his family, and that's how their love started. And for Mabel and Malcolm that love was not eternal. Missunderstandings, betrayal, lies enter the Picture and a shadow lingering behind the curtain wanting to tear them apart. Her once lover became her most hated person. Lady Mabel has locked her emotions and turned into a wealthy lady. But what happens when problems occur and her family goes into bankruptcy? And suddenly a knight in shining armour helps her family and that person is someone Lady Mabel never wished to see. She would do anything in her will to never get any help from that man Her ex lover Malcolm grey a Viscount, even the name could turn her whole life upside down. A man who once loved her, a man who once was hers, now she heard of all the stories that he turned into a rake and the coldest man alive something he never used to be. Their blissful love turned into hate, she loathed him and she would do anything in her power to never get any help from that man. Even if it meant for her to break every ladylike rule and turn into the darkest side of england and take some help from a dangerous gambler.

Hate surrounded us. Why wouldn't it after everything that happened in the past? Rhys Archer had already ruined my life once, and he was about to do it all over again. Breaking my heart once wasn't enough. The cold and brutal prince wanted to do it again. It wasn't meant to be me. I wasn't supposed to end up with him. I'm the substitute. I'm not meant to be his, nor is he destined to be mine. Could he love me? Never. . . . Ava Robinson. The Marshal's daughter. And Prince Rhys's substitute bride. When Ava's sister runs away a week before her wedding day, Ava's forced to take her place with the man she despises most. Rhys Archer. The crowned Prince of the Kingdom of Kilthorne. Her worst nightmare, nemesis, and... the only boy she's ever loved. Once upon a time, it was forbidden, and the prince put his duties before his love, breaking Ava down and leaving her to pick up the pieces. Now, when it's time for him to marry, the most suitable contender was someone familiar. Their twisted fate brings them back to each other, this time in the bond the two desperately want to escape. Can old feelings rekindle with the vows of holy matrimony? Or can hatred be the only vow they make to each other?

If you've been waiting for Garrett's and Frederica's story, here it is! Garrett has given up pining for his sister's best friend. He has political ambitions and wants a woman who will help him achieve it. The only condition is that this woman not demand his heart in return for her hand in marriage. Frederica has a son she needs to raise. She also has an absent father - who doesn't know she exists - that she needs to find to secure a good future for her son, far away from the prying eyes of the ton. He didn't expect to run into her. She didn't expect that he'd still care. He knows that she is the last person he should get involved with. She knows that they have no future together. Will they get their happy ending? *updated twice weekly*

"No respect for the dead." His words came out in silent whispers, his teeth clenched. A small smile tugged on her lips. "Respect is earned in life, my lord. When a man fails to earn respect in life, it cannot suddenly be bestowed on him simply because he returned to the dust whence he came." "At the very least, Lady Atkins, pretend," he admonished. "Pretend to mourn for your husband! You are a woman in mourning! Grief, sadness, decency is expected of you," he growled, stepping so close to her, his nose almost kissed hers. "Not a low-cut, salacious red dress!" She inched forward, jaw set, until she could feel his warm breath on her skin. "And you are a man whose cousin's widow was only a few minutes ago caught with a man on top of her," she shot back, leaning further in until her lips were nearly brushing his as she searched his gaze. "Anger, rage, fury, is expected of you, my lord... Not jealousy!" * Newly widowed, the sudden death of Beatrice's husband has brought about her freedom from the shackles of a loveless marriage... Or so she thinks. All hope is quickly lost when she discovers her husband's cruelty in disinheriting her and leaving her penniless. But worse than his decision to disinherit her, is his decision to leave her at the mercy of his cousin; Noah, the very handsome Marquess of Camden. TW: This story contains mentions of suicide. Copyright © 2021 Lily Orevba All rights reserved.

"You don't deserve her." "I know." Set in 1387, a place called Caelum. Full of 3 different kingdoms, rulers, people, all fighting for the same thing. A place of safety, without war. A place to settle down, a place to call home. Caelum is divided into 3 sections. Each section ruled by a different royal family. Each section works together to create peace. Alivia, princess of Evander, the 1st section. She's strong, intelligent, witty. Everything a good queen needs. Carter, prince of Oryn, the 2nd section. He's strong, willful, and educated. His father is very sick, which means he is soon to take the throne. Oliver, prince of Asterin, the 3rd section, he's kind and skillful. He and alivia have been best friends since birth. He's loved her ever since then. When alivia and carter are forced to marry all hell breaks loose. I mean Between Oliver's crush and Alivia and Carter's hatred for the marriage and each other, what could possibly go wrong?