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Ataraxia: (noun) A state of serene calmness. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。This is a simple story about the cold Slytherin prince, falling in love with the All-American country girl. It was during a time of war and chaos. He knew that if he got too close to her, he would ruin her. His darkness would engulf her, infecting her until she became nothing more than a shadow. No matter how hard he tried though, he could not stay away from her. The country girl invaded his lungs. Once he had her, gods help anyone who would try to hurt her.Or when, Hades hands Persephone a delicious fruit, and they fall in love. ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。Draco Malfoy x FemOC(Order of the Phoenix - Post war)(Stand alone book)Started: 09/21/2023Ended: In progress ❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。Lo's feet dangled off the edge of the world, only focusing on the stars above her. "Ya know, you're really just a sweetheart. You can't hide that fact, even if ya want to."Draco's scent was intoxicating to her, and it felt like he invaded her lungs. Willow Dawson loved every second of it.If he had been honest with himself, Draco would admit that he was completely and utterly overwhelmed by the little country girl at his side. Draco could never tell anyone that his thoughts only contained her. Her stupid accent on repeat all day long. Don't even get him started on her damn baby blue eyes. He rolled his eyes. He placed a hand on the low of her back, fearing that she would fall off the tower. "I am not a sweetheart. Willow Rhett, you should be afraid of me. Everyone else is. Even if you want this, I can promise you it won't be easy."Willow let out a laugh, her eyes lighting up in joy. She turned on the railing, making direct eye contact with the 'Slytherin Prince'. "Oh hon, literally nothin scares me. I rode and broke wild horses growing up, Cowboy. You got nothin on them. I told you what I want. Now its your turn."…

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Alessandra had only known suffering in the worst form. Peace had never been something that she could find. It was a dream, that would never happen. Not in the hell that she lived in. Until she's broken from that cage and sees the sun for the first time in years. And she was damn sure nobody would take that away from her again. It helped having the god of War at her side.Or when, Orpheus would walk through the fires of hell, in order to bring Eurydice home safe.☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ(Standalone Book)☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟThe blood dripped from her chin, onto the white tiles of the kitchen. Her eyes were wild, and her body trapped. The only noise that reached her ears, was the buzzing of the bulb above her head. Carlisle stood to his feet, slowly. Afraid of scaring his daughter. "Les, you're safe here." Carlisle spoke with a cool head, and with a look, sent all of the siblings away from the situation. One stayed. Never left her side. Not when she needed him most. "Listen to him, Flower. Nobody is going to hurt you here. I have you." Jasper Whitlock stepped one foot forward, and then another. Right until they were standing toe to toe. He watched her red eyes swim with a mix of anger and fear. "Look at me." Alessandra refused, afraid, until his fingers found her chin and forced her to look up. It had not been a request. Jasper's grip was strong, almost cracking her marble skin. It was his way of bringing her back to the present. Back into his arms, where he could keep her safe. "I killed them." Alessandra admitted, feeling the words on her tongue. She thought the word 'kill' would leave an uncomfortable taste in her mouth. It was the opposite. "Who are we killing next?" Jasper spoke, dragging a finger across her bottom lip, collecting the blood that continued to trickle down. Without breaking eye contact with the buzzed vampire, Jasper brought his thumb to his own lips. Relishing in the taste. Relishing in the feeling of Alessandra Volturi.…

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In a whirlwind of Wars, Prophecies, and Destines, a group of children fight to survive one day at a time. In the eye of the hurricane, stands the only Daughter of Hestia, and a Son of Poseidon. Will they be able to survive it all, or will they simply become another Greek Tragedy?Or when, Icarus falls in love with the Sun, for the final time.*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:(Book 1 of 3 in the Divine Series) *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:Icaria Kane's body was utterly exhausted. She had pushed herself past her breaking point and still continued on as if nothing was wrong. The demigod knew if she allowed herself time to take even a moment, her soul would physically crack in two. Now was not the time for weakness, if anything, she had to be stronger. The Demigod knew the other hunters would whisper about her, but Icaria didn't listen to them. She refused to watch someone she loved fall at the hands of Thanatos again. If that meant breaking her body, so be it. There was someone who noticed the young girl breaking apart. They could see the bags grow darker and watched as Icaria began to eat less and less. It was the same someone who had saved Icaria all those years ago. The goddess refused to watch that little girl go through suffering any longer. The goddess, Artemis, stepped out of her tent in the early morning light. All of her girls were getting rest. Taking the opportunity to relax with the very few days of peace they had left. All except one.In the distance, the goddess could hear the distinct sound of metal striking against wood. She took quiet steps and watched Icaria Kane from a distance. The hunter breathed heavily, her body slumped from exhaustion. The sword in her hand, shaking. "Icaria?" Artemis asked, stepping through the early morning fog. "Why do you cry?"The Demigod turned her body away from her goddess, clutching Hearth in her hands until they turned white. Icaria begged herself not to cry in front of the goddess. This was not her time to break dow…

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Awoken in a new body, a star is surrounded by a world that she has to learn to manage, in order to survive. A world that she helped stitch together in the first place. The star fights tooth and nail every day, heartbroken. Never again to see her true family. Until her mate and her lock eyes, and everything makes sense once again. Or when, Penelope is the one to fight the war, in order to get back home to Odysseus. *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:(Book 1 of 2 in the Heaven series)*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:The soft click of heels was the only thing heard in the House of Wind. The silence was much needed for Soraya after a night of partying with her family. The Fate had kissed her mate on the cheek and told him she was leaving for the night. He had asked her if she wanted him to join her, clutching her hand securely, but Soraya shook her head softly. The High Lord had watched her leave, with a faltering smile on his face. Soraya opened the heavy double doors to her and Rhysand's private balcony. The air was warm as she watched people dance across the cobbled streets of Velaris. Fireworks went off every few moments, the people celebrating the highly awaited return of their High Lady. Yet Soraya couldn't find the joy in her soul. She took off her heels and laid her head to rest on the decorated railing. Looking above the colorful explosions, Soraya's eyes found three stars. Two shining brightly, one dimmed to the point she almost had to squint to see. It tore a bit of her soul in two, feeling it right in her chest. "What do I do now, sisters?" Soraya asked breathlessly, eyes closing in frustration. And for the first time in years, the Fate let a single tear fall down her cheek.…