Annabeth Takes A Knife For Percy

First premise: This is my first web novel, I'm still in school, so don't shoot me with criticism. Everything is still in development and some days I won't be able to write due to exams or other things. Second: I apologize if there are grammatical errors in English as I am not British enough. Third: Enjoy the story.

All she wanted was to save her brother. And all he wanted was a child. He bought her, bound to a contract to give him a child and disappear from his life afterwards, but what hit her like a storm was love... falling for the masked monster who bought her body. Andrew Sterling hated greedy women, and every woman he'd contracted to bear his child, heir to the Sterling Enterprises, had been just that. When Anne, his third contracted surrogate, showed up, he saw her as the very same type of woman until she peeled open his stone-cold heart. What ties them next isn't just a baby contract, but an unexpected marriage formulated by Andrew's grandfather. But a man who has always despised marriage will never be tied down, not even by his contracted surrogate, because the minute she gave him the child he needed, he would send her out of his life. But when the tables turn on him... He says to her, "With a husband as rich as me, right now you're the wealthiest woman alive." "We're only married till I give birth," she retorted. He frowns at that, feeling internally displeased. "It doesn't matter how long we're married for. From now on, everything I own is yours. If you want heaven and earth, I'll buy it for you. My wife will never be found lacking a single fucking thing." She stared at him in disbelief. When did he start feeling something for her? He couldn't remember.

Please note that this work of fiction is not safe for work (NSFW). It contains words, scenes, and phrases not suitable for audiences below 18. Be aware. Leon was your typical guy, perceived as weak in his school because his skills hadn't awakened, even though they usually did at the coming of age. He attended the prestigious Milham's Magic Knight Academy, where snagging the top spot meant automatic entry into the esteemed position of a Magic Knight in the country. Unfortunately, Leon found himself in the lower caste, labeled the most useless student. To top it off, he was tossed into a class that served as a sanctuary for oddballs and delinquents. Yet, he couldn't care less, as becoming a Magic Knight wasn't his goal. Everything shifted when he crossed paths with Shredica, a woman hell-bent on becoming a Magic Knight at any cost. Observing Leon's lack of ambition and his apparent detachment from the academy's pursuits, Shredica saw an opportunity. She decided to exploit him as a pawn in her ascent through the academy's hierarchy. Yet, unbeknownst to Shredica, Leon was not the complacent, unremarkable figure she presumed him to be. *** Join the discord! https://discord.gg/gt4CDGkpEM

Born into apathy, raised in silence, and named after garbage, Fugomi never asked to exist. Surrounded by cold hands and colder hearts, his first word was the insult his parents threw at him—"trash." With no love to anchor him, Fugomi drifts through early life as a ghost in his own story, unwanted and unseen. But beneath the neglect, a flicker of awareness grows. As he stumbles through a world that never wanted him, Fugomi begins to question the meaning of his name, his identity, and whether he is doomed to be nothing more than what others have called him. His journey is not one of grand destiny, but of painful self-reclamation—from Fugomi, the discarded, to Kaito, the one who chooses to live. Told through fractured memories, raw inner monologues, and a lingering sense of dread, The Boy Named Trash is a haunting dive into emotional abandonment, childhood isolation, and the fragile power of choosing your own name when no one else will.

A CROWN FOR TWO - A Harrington Family Novel - - Jamie's Story - In a kingdom where duty reigns and love is a luxury, Princess Helena has spent her life preparing for the crown-but not for the man who might steal her heart. As her coronation nears, Helena must prove she can rule without distraction. But when a scandal forces her into close company with Viscount Jamie Harrington-a sharp-tongued noble with five wild siblings, a wounded heart, and no intention of marrying-sparks fly faster than court whispers. He is chaos, she is control. He wants freedom, she was born in a cage. But when politics, secrets, and betrayal threaten the crown itself, Helena and Jamie must choose between what's expected... and what their hearts truly desire. Let the gossip begin. Let the games unravel. Because sometimes the throne isn't the most dangerous place to fall- love is.

The day I made a solemn vow to seek revenge against the person who had murdered my parents became the turning point that altered the course of my entire life and changed everything about the person I used to be. Can't wait for him to kiss the tip of my knife.....but he is a damn handsome non human, strong enough to shake a entire village. What had parent done to deserve this?

"Till death do us part." ****** On the day of her wedding, Rose's world is shattered, when her groom and best friend are gunned down before her eyes. Barely escaping with her life, thanks to her fiancé’s loyal bodyguards, Rose vanishes from the city, broken and grieving. When she returns three years later, she makes a choice. No more lavish mansions, no more family fortune. No last name either, and nothing to lose. Just a quiet life far from the ghosts of her past. Working as a waitress in an elite club, she keeps her head down. Until one night, she spills a drink on the wrong man. Damien Pierce is the ruthless CEO of Pierce Group by day, and the feared king of the underworld by night. Emotions are a weakness he had never let loose… until a defiant waitress with wine-stained hands and flames in her eyes turns his world upside down. She dares to spill a drink on him. She dares to talk back. And worst of all, she makes him feel. Intrigued, but feigns anger, Damien makes her his personal waitress. And each night, he comes back. Not for the drink, but for the storm in her eyes. And still yet, never letting her get too close... until another man boldly kneels before her, asking her to be his. That's when Damien breaks his own rules. In one reckless moment, he drags her out of the bar, claiming what he’s tried so hard to deny. She was never meant to be his. But now that she has caught his attention… He won’t let her go. The following morning, Rose is holding her marriage certificate in her hands, wondering how she had gotten herself in such a situation. She doesn't remember saying yes but the name 'Damien Pierce' and 'Rose'... 'Rose Pierce!' are a proof she's now someone's wife. ***** “You think you can walk away?” His voice was a dangerous whisper, close enough to burn. “Walking is too slow, I'll run... away from your madness.” She met his gaze, steady, but her heart was a hurricane. “You don’t get to decide.” He stepped in, stealing the space between them. “Not anymore.” Her breath hitched. “Then what... are you going to claim me? Like some prize?” He laughed darkly, maniacally and threateningly. “No. I’m going to make you want me. Make you need me. Until you can’t remember why you ever tried to leave.” Her hands trembled, but she didn’t pull away. “And if I fight?” His eyes blazed. “Then I’ll break you. Piece by piece. Because you belong to me.” She swallowed the fire threatening to spill out. “I’m not yours.” “Not yet.” His lips brushed her ear. “But soon enough, you will be.” ****** Rose: "I ran from death. And he gave me a new name–his." Damien: "She was never mine to take. So I claimed her by force."

"Sign the papers Muse, and I will keep you safe and bring you revenge served cold on a golden platter." "You are my family's enemy Pierre." "Are you speaking of the family who abandoned you and put you here?" "They are still mine!" The laughter that rang out was filled with disbelief and amusement. "Look here Muse, those papers are not a choice. You will sign them and you will belong to me. I might be your enemy, but I am still your salvation." ~~~~~ Muse Vitale has always lived her life as the beloved adopted daughter of the Vitale family. Her perfect happy world shatters to pieces when the real Vitale heiress returns the take her place after twenty two years. Colleen Shamar is the Real heiress who becomes the villain in Muse's wonderful story. She slowly turns everyone against Muse and paints her as a bad person. Muse is cruelly cast out of the place she had once called home and into the dark confines of prison. Her entire life crumbles before her eyes. However, she finds an unlikely ally in Pierre Donovan who is the cold and calculating heartless business rival who reaches out to her and lifts her out of the dark pits of hell.

Where Broken Memories Linger

[Status: Ongoing] ***I update when I can and have time*** ~~~~~ "I can't help but love you, even though I try not to." ~~~~~ “Every time you speak all I hear is the shrieking of a dying cat!” “Well, every time you speak I want to strangle myself!” They both shared a small silence after their statements. “Screw you, Lewis!” Clair humphed and turned her heels, changing her direction to her bedroom. “Lewis? Did you just call me Lewis?” James’s eyes turned wide as he marched after her. “Yes, and?”
 “Well screw you too Ainara.” Clair gasped. “You dirty little-“
 “You started this first!” Oh, she begged to differ. “You man child!” “Are you seriously speaking right now? You’re acting like a child yourself!” “Whatever I’m out of this stuffy palace!” “If you’re going to run away at least don’t announce it. Look how that turned out for you last time.” He mocked. “Well, third times the charm! L-E-W-I-S” She raised her hand picking up her pace as he still followed behind her persistently. He suddenly stopped and said, “Fine. You can try to run away I don’t care.” Clair halted her steps and turned around. “Really?” She asked. He could imagine literal hearts in her eyes right now. Not responding he turned around and walked to the opposite direction where his room was, only to realize they had the same bedroom! He then turned around and entered their room, slamming the door shut. Clair scoffed and ran down the hall to make her grand escape. ….. A few minutes later, If the guards who were trying to help up their unconscious fellow guards, didn’t witness their King pick up their Queen and drop her on his shoulder like a bag of potatoes, they would have thought he was carrying their Queen’s corpse. With her head hanging low Clair groaned. “You said I could escape.”
 “No, I said you could try.” ******* Cold-blooded.Cruel.Demoness.Killer. That’s what they labeled her as, not that they were wrong. She was feared amongst all killers, many said the devil himself was afraid of her. But others insisted she was the devil herself! This was the way she survived, the way she trained herself for the most important day of her life. The day she could take revenge on the man who had stolen all her family members from her. Saved by her adopted father in the attempt to give up on her own life, she received a new identity and chance. Just when she thought she was able to put her past away, someone shows up with the intention of marrying his son off to her. Since when did she get men as offerings? Sure she was a goddess, but guys chill out! "It was love at first sight!" Her adopted father insisted. The way they both tried to strangle each other as soon as they met, was love at first sight? What are we? What have we become? -------- (TW's: mentions of sexual assault, r@pe, and suicide.) Instagram: Author_lizmorgan Discord: lizmorgan#9231 Discord Link: https://discord.gg/pA7JTjngJv

He become great and gained the tittle " Prince of Combat" through his excellent upbringing and family background... She was an orphaned taken in reluctantly and achieve top ranks through her sheer perseverance only to be dragged down by her bias Master... The first time they meet, they dueled. He was fascinated by her cold and merciless fighting techniques... She scorned him for his excellent techniques that can only learned from the elites which cost millions of dollars to even glimpse... The moment her knife left a cut on his face sealed their fate to be together.

> She shot him to save herself. He lived to ruin her. Now the man Annika once loved is hunting her across a trail of blood and saltwater. Revenge is simple. Love was always the complicated part.

A guy with a cure. And the reason why it doesent exist.

Claire's life was miserable. She was pushed around, belittled, and bullied her entire life until one day her health failed her. Claire's existence should have ended right then and there, but she was given a second chance. Reincarnated as the villainess from one of her favorite childhood games. Claire finally has the chance to turn the tables and dish out some of her own abuse. One issue...she couldn't but fall for her would-be main target. Note For Royal Road Staff:https://www.royalroad.com/profile/737618/fictions

Nk

enemies to lovers troop. Indian boyslove

Sorry for my English is not that good

TOMTMO When 20-year-old Alex discovers a mysterious book, he's pulled into shifting worlds that blur fiction and reality. Guided by pages that write themselves, he must navigate twisted timelines, unfinished stories, and choices that ripple across the multiverse. The book isn’t just telling a story—it’s waiting for him to write it.

A teenage boy by the name, William Turner had been bullied for majority of his freshman year. Growing tired of the relentless harassment did he decided to get payback. A common weak to strong story, but what if that wasn't all there was? A dark history looms over the small town of Sugar Stone. Read now to find out what it is!

One contract. Two strangers. A thousand secrets. Aria needed a miracle. Damon needed a bride. What was meant to be a cold, six-month arrangement spirals into a storm of buried truths, burning touches, and a past neither of them can outrun. Damon Blackwood—billionaire CEO, ruthless, reclusive, and dangerously magnetic—offers Aria a deal that could save her family. But behind his silver wolf ring and unreadable eyes lies a man haunted by more than just ambition. Aria thought she was marrying a stranger. She didn’t know he already knew her. She didn’t know he was hiding the one secret that could destroy them both. In a world of business rivalries, media wars, shattered legacies, and forbidden love, one fake marriage may be the only thing real enough to save them—or end them.

Sanjana was the perfect bride—soft-spoken, loyal, and full of dreams about love and forever. But one wedding night changed everything. What was supposed to be magical turned into silence. Her husband was kind… but distant. Gentle… but unfulfilling. And deep inside her, a fire began to stir—a craving for something more than duty, more than routine. She tried to stay patient. She tried to stay loyal. But loneliness has a sound. And sometimes, it whispers in the voice of another man. As Supriya walks the thin line between tradition and temptation, she discovers that desire doesn’t always follow rules—and sometimes, neither does love. A bold and emotional journey of a woman who was married to one… but her heart and body refused to belong to just him.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Ria chanted under her breath as she sprinted across the street. Mrs. Clara's house was only minutes away-if only she could move faster. Her heart drummed a frantic rhythm, and her throat was parched, desperate for water. Yet, she didn't stop. She couldn't-not even if she tried. Her face bore the marks of dried tears, intermingled with the powder her mother had dusted on her cheeks that morning. Mother! The word reverberated in her ears, triggering a cascade of fresh tears. At last, the old brown door of Mrs. Clara's house came into view. Summoning a burst of energy, her muscles cried out for rest, and her heart felt like it was on the verge of leaping out of her chest. Ria hammered on the door with all her might. It swung open with a gentle creak, revealing an elderly woman garbed in a white uniform, a nurse's cap sitting atop her head. The woman's eyes widened in confusion as she gazed upon the weary girl before her, extending her arms to steady the trembling figure. Ria's feet were bare, bloodied from her desperate journey, her face a mosaic of sorrow etched by tears. For a moment, Mrs. Clara stood frozen, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Then, as Ria's choked gasps filled the silence, instinct took over. The seasoned nurse sprang into action, her years of experience guiding her swift response. She hurried to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, which she pressed into Ria's hands. Ria downed the water in one large gulp, to the older woman's amazement, and at last, her voice returned. Clutching Mrs. Clara's hand tightly, her eyes filled with a desperate plea. "My mother, you have to help my mother."

Evelyn had been haunted by dreams of a red-haired woman since childhood. From the moment she could remember, she had no recollection of her mother, and her biological father and stepmother treated her poorly—let alone the constant mockery from her stepsister and stepbrother. Such an environment forced her to learn to read people’s moods early on, molding her into a child with obedience and calmness far beyond her years. She thought she would spend the rest of her life treading carefully, but being sent into a royal arranged marriage shattered all her quiet expectations. She dared not hope for the prince’s love; she only wanted to serve as a decorative fixture in the palace, silently fulfilling her duty. However, once inside the royal court, she found that everything spiraled out of control—Grace, the mysterious Eastern monk; Melody, the young but disabled princess; and Tanya, the seemingly docile maid who secretly schemed to replace her. Everyone pushed her toward choices she never wanted to make… Until she uncovered the secret of the red-haired woman and the revolting truth about her father’s past. But in doing so, she found herself. She rose up, rallying her allies to declare war on the dynasty. With meticulous schemes, the arrogance of those in power, and the unyielding resolve of the oppressed, they toppled the mountain of tyranny that had weighed upon them for so long…

He's a global superstar, a living icon. I've been crushing on him since I was 18. Now, I'm 30, freshly divorced, and battling for custody of my child in court. But this can't be real—how could it be? Why is he, the man I've dreamed of for over a decade, asking me to be his girlfriend on live television... at the Super Bowl?

Emberlynn has always felt like an outsider. But when a mysterious mark scorches her left shoulder on the night of her twenth birthday, everything spirals into chaos. Her dreams twist into vivid nightmares—visions of fire, shadows, and a voice that whispers her name like a curse. Then he appears—Malphas. Sinfully beautiful, impossibly dangerous, and claiming she holds the key to unleashing a power long sealed by the gods. He says he’s here to protect her. But his eyes burn with secrets, and every touch feels like a promise laced with lies. Thrown into a hidden world of demons, ancient magic, and forbidden desire, Emberlynn must decide: trust the demon who may be her destined protector… or run from the darkness calling her name. One thing is certain—hell isn’t just a place. It’s a choice.

Two different worlds. Esla— a girl who never asked for love, power, or a throne. Kandrid— a king willing to give up all.