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𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘰𝘯-𝘝𝘐𝘗 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘕𝘚𝘏𝘖𝘛 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳! 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Tagging: @jaxsmutsuo @gamechoices-player @keviriass @tyrils-star @annabelles-darling @argehh @somin-yin 💕

jlynn12273

I WIN!!!

drethanramslay

TAGLIST UPDATE

Hello!! This is the first time I’m doing this kind of this thing so I hope it can go as smooth as possible ❤ I started writing back in March and I’m so glad to see the number of people who have been reading my fics and supporting me

So this is how we are going to go about it:

IF YOU WANT TO STAY ON THE TAGLIST-

I need you to interact with this post (Comment/ Reblog) OR you could always reach out to me

You need to tell me which pairing do you want to be tagged for (i.e Ethan x mc, Bryce x mc, etc)

I have a permanent taglist too ( which means that I will tag you in every fic I write irrespective of the pairing, if you are keen to be added to it, Let me know 😁)

Also, sometimes I do write NSFW stuff so if you aren’t comfortable being tagged on that, let me know!!

Thank you so much if you decide to stay ❤ Thank you for supporting me ❤

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No need to interact with this post, nor any need to message me. Just proceed as normal!!

Thank you for supporting me and showing interest in my works for the past few months 😊❤ I really appreciate it

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jlynn12273

Ethan x MC please!

dancing-cockroaches

where did you find a test to do this?

https://www.arealme.com/vocabulary-size-test/en/

rookie-ramsey

Reblogging to do later!

jlynn12273

Wherefore Art Thou, Open Heart!?

Anyone know why there was no chapter yesterday?? #OpenHeart

Why is my baby’s head so big?? #giantscarrybaby #trh

Searched baby names on Google so I could name the royal baby.

Amazon then updated the ads they put on my FB feed.

Joke’s on you, Amazon. #mybabyisfake #trhbook2

What the hell kind of country is Cordonia... does everyone pay for their own gifts, or is it just MC??

#trr #trh #thisisdumb

fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore-d

The American Romance, 3.22a

All characters belong to Pixelberry. Some (though not all) of the dialogue belongs to Pixelberry as well.

By reading this series you agree that you’re over 18.

Warnings for this chapter: Discussions of miscarriage and infertility.

Catch Up Here: Masterlist

Word Count: 3951

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(I did not change Drake and Paisley’s FC’s because I feel that they could pull off being in their thirties. They already looked old for their twenties, so yeah, but everyone else is obviously switched up… yes I simply switched Liam Hemsworth to Chris Hemsworth. ;) )

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jlynn12273

I’m SO not ready for this amazing story to be over!!

camillemontespan

she wolves teaser

Sorry for all the fics I’ve got planned.. but this one makes me excited. I’ve been reading a lot of Philippa Gregory recently - in her historical fiction novels, she focuses on female historical figures and gives them life, making them the main players in a male dominated world.

I thought something like that would be perfect for Camille, Hana, Kiara, Olivia, Penelope and Madeleine.

Instead of a suitor competition, how about Liam dies? And instead of fighting for his heart, they’re fighting for his crown?

This is just a teaser. I’ll start writing this properly when I’ve got time this weekend. Oh yeah, my Family Walker teaser got FLAGGED.

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Olivia

We bow our heads as the gilded coffin is taken down the aisle of the cathedral. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Penelope wipe a tear from her cheek and roll my eyes.

King Liam is dead.

My childhood friend Liam is dead.

The man I loved, Liam, is dead.

I am the one who should be crying. I am the one who should be inconsolable. But I am Olivia Nevrakis and tears never come easy for me.

The choir begin to sing Ave Maria which was Liam’s favourite hymn, and we all look up again, ready to leave our pews and follow the dead king out to the Rhys family crypt.

I look around at my fellow mourners. There is Drake Walker, the commoner turned Duke, whose face is wet with tears. Drake is the man who never shows emotion - at least not to us. Maybe he does to his wife, Camille, the commoner Duchess, who is now holding his hand, trying to soothe him.

Drake was Liam’s best friend. Although they often didn’t see eye to eye on many things, they were still very close and they would have died for each other.

It’s a shame Drake didn’t get to do that first.

I look at Lady Hana Lee who is delicately wiping a tear from her eye with an embroidered handkerchief. She always looks so perfect and delicate; the kind of woman I would hate to be. That kind of thinking never sat right with me. I was taught to be fearless and hard, ready for impending war. Not holding onto embroidered handkerchiefs.

Kiara, the Duchess of Castelsarreillan, is whispering in French and shaking her head as the coffin goes past her. She is always quiet but I can tell she is always studying those around her. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

Countess Madeleine remains stoic as the coffin passes her now. She never wavers. She is like ice, which I would admire, except she is also cold inside and out. I may be ruthless and unable to cry, but I feel emotion strongly - probably more than anyone else. I’m fiercely loyal, I anger easily and I’m quick to hate. Many don’t want to get on my wrong side (wise), but sometimes, I wish people would just take a chance on me and see that I’m not always going to kill them with my favourite dagger.

Ugh, something about funerals makes me sentimental.

Or should that be weddings?

Liam forgot that about me. For too long, he neglected our friendship and ignored my advice. I could see him heading down the same path as his father and I tried so hard to help him stay in the light and out of the darkness. But he didn’t listen.

He pushed me into the arms of his brother.

I look at Leo now. Tall, tanned and golden Leo. His green eyes, usually so happy and vibrant, are filled with pain. I know what he is thinking. That should be me in there.

But Liam is gone and nobody can bring him back. The throne lies dormant; Leo will have to take up the mantle. He used to be King until he abdicated, fleeing his responsibility, determined to never be trapped by it again. But he has to be the King now. He has to.

Who else can possibly rule otherwise?

burnsoslow

I was breathless reading this. I cannot WAIT to find out what happened to Liam. How’d he die? How dark did he get? ay yi yi yi yi AMAZING.

camillemontespan

Squeee omg thank you @burnsoslow ❤️ I’ve got so many ideas already! I’m hoping to make it into an epic!

jlynn12273

10/10! Perfection!! Tag please!

walkerswhiskeygirl

Then why in the hell did I HAVE TO PAY FOR IT???? Seriously, sounded like a gift to me, WTH?!

jlynn12273

THANK YOU!!!

longtimereaderfirsttimewriter

Reversed Circumstances

This is my very first attempt at fan fiction. The idea struck me just a couple of hours ago and I started writing. I have no clue if I’m formatting this the right way. Please reply with any tips or criticisms- just be kind! I don’t know yet if this is a stand-alone or a series or what.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to PB.

Reverse Circumstances

Prologue

The Royal Palace

Cordonia

Present

Drake Walker was sitting at his second favorite place in the world - the counter of a well-stocked bar. His most favorite place was next to the woman he... he loved — Jenna York, Crowned Princess of Cordonia.

“Love,” he thought. “It’s still so unbelievable that after knowing her her whole life, I can now admit that I love her.”

The thought was one that would typically bring joy to even the grumpiest of men. For Drake, who was in fact the grumpiest of men, joy was one of a million emotions the thought of loving Jenna triggered. There was joy. Fear. A familiar feeling of unworthiness that had plagued Drake for most of his life. And there was another feeling that had worked it’s way in to his stoic, brooding heart: Hope. Hope that she would follow her heart, not her crown. That she wouldn’t choose one of the dozen suitors vying for her heart. That she would choose him.

Before he could let himself truly enjoy the possibility of a future with her, the pleasant chattering of the hundreds of nobles around him grew into a cacophony of “oohs” and “aaahs” and he knew — Jenna was there.

He took one last sip of whiskey, closed his eyes, and took a steadying breath. But the second he turned around that breath, every breath in his body, came whooshing out as he saw her. She was stunning. “Fuck that,” he thought, “she’s always been stunning.”

Tonight she was extraordinary. Her gown was something beyond gold - miners could spend centuries digging and never find anything as brilliant as she was in this dress: a creation almost as beautiful as she. It was a soul-stirring blend of sparkling sequins and soft feathers. The perfect representation of its wearer — a glittery brilliance from afar, but when you have the chance to get close all you can see is a soft, delicate beauty.

Drake had been one of the chosen few who had seen the real Jenna. Truth told, he’d seen more of her than anyone. Not in THAT way (though the thought of being able to see her in that way made him reach for another swig of whiskey). But after twenty-three years of knowing Jenna and two months (years, decades, lifetimes) of loving her, he’d seen things others didn’t.

Where others saw a regal sense of confidence, he saw vulnerability. Where others saw power, he saw fragility. Where others saw composure and poise, he had seen passion and a desire to break the mold that centuries of royal blood had constructed for her.

Knowing the moment he’d been dreading and hoping for was coming near, Drake left the safety of the bar and joined the other men vying for Jenna’s hand:

Neville Vancouer, Future Earl of Cormery Isle and the slimiest and most entitled man Drake had ever met. Unfortunately Neville was considered a favorite because his home bordered two countries that had shaky diplomatic relationships with Cordonia. King Constantine, Jenna’s father, hoped a York-Vancouer marriage would strengthen those relationships.

Lord Rashad, Heir to Duchy Domvallier. Drake was never able to figure out the future duke. Rashad was a hard worker, and one of the few members of the court who didn’t rely on his title to get ahead. Another favorite according to the bookies (yes, bookies!) to win Jenna. Thankfully he seemed to have his eye on Hana Lee, Jenna’s college roommate and best friend.

Tariq Abadi, the foreigner. The son of an Saudi billionaire, Tariq was being sponsored by Duke Godfrey of Karlington. Godfrey had no sons. His daughter, Countess Madeleine of Fydelia, was a member of Jenna’s court. Godfrey had spent years trying to get close to the throne. He hoped Tariq’s money and status could tempt the King and his daughter.

Then there was Liam. Liam Richmond came into the competition as the dark horse. He was American, a distant cousin to Bertrand and Maxwell Beaumont. Bertrand was too old to court Jenna, and Maxwell was too... well, Maxwell. So they brought in a ringer - a distant American cousin that Jenna had met during a trip to New York City the year prior. The Beaumonts hoped that that one meeting and Liam’s “Hollywood good looks” would appeal to Jenna’s adventurous side. They weren’t wrong.

Jenna liked Liam, Drake knew that. Drake had grown to like him as well. The two became surprisingly fast friends. Among the things they had in common was that they’d both fallen for Jenna. But Drake prayed that the events of the past two months would induce her to make the one choice no one expected. That she would choose him.

Drake wasn’t a noble. His father was King Constantine’s protector - head of the King’s Guard. Jackson Walker had died years earlier, protecting Constantine from an attack on the throne. After Jackson’s death, Drake’s mother left Cordonia for her family’s ranch in Texas. With Jackson’s sacrifice in mind, King Constantine agreed to take Drake and his younger sister Savannah in as his wards. Through the years, Drake had looked at Jenna as another sister. But when Jenna came back from college in England, everything changed.

Now here he stood, vying for a chance at her hand and her heart. When his... well, when Olivia Nevrakis came to him and offered to sponsor him in the competition, his distaste for all things court-related went out the window and the possibility of a life at Jenna’s side prompted him to agree. He was the dark-horse and a late-comer to the competition, but he’d given it his all.

He often wondered what Olivia’s reason for sponsoring him was, but with all his efforts spent on courting Jenna he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. “Heh, if Olivia ever heard me refer to her as a horse, she’d probably skewer me with her stiletto and roast me over an open flame,” thought Drake.

So here they all were. And there stood Jenna. More beautiful than he’d ever seen her. There was also a new kind of confidence about her. He wondered if this confidence came with knowing who she was going to choose. Who she would spend her life with.

Jenna, along with the King and Queen, made their way to the center of the ballroom. As the conversation came to an excited halt, Constantine made his way to the microphone.

“On behalf of my lovely wife, Queen Regina, let me please welcome you to the Coronation Ball.” Constantine’s words were met with a cheerful applause. He gave a little cough and the crowd once again became still. “You know why we are all here. The time has come for me to step down from the throne. It is now time for my daughter, the incredible Princess Jenna, to take her place as Jenna, Queen of Cordonia. As our forefathers dictated centuries ago, before Jenna can become Queen, she must choose a King. My darling Jenna, the choice is yours.”

“Here it is,” Drake thought. “This is the moment where my life begins or ends.”

Jenna stepped to the microphone, stopping only to kiss her father on the cheek. And then she spoke. “Thank you all for being here tonight. My life is about to change in so many ways. I love Cordonia more than I can express. I pray that I grow to become the fiercely loyal ruler that my father was before me.” Jenna blushed under her father’s adoring gaze, then continued. “My father could not have ruled over Cordonia as well as he did without my mother by his side. Their love is what kept them going when times were rough, and their love for each other only made their victories more sweet.”

With that, Jenna paused to look each of her suitors in the eye. “Woah,” thought Drake, “was it me, or did she throw me a smile?! Could she really be about to choose me!?”

Drake’s question was about to be answered. “The time has come for me to decide who will stand with me during my reign,” Jenna continued. “I have chosen someone who has not only won my hand, but had won my heart.”

Drake took a look at the other men. Neville looked like he’d already won and was ready for his own coronation. Drake’s fists clenched as he saw that Tariq was very obviously undressing Jenna with his eyes.

Then he saw Liam. Liam had a smile on his face that he recognized all too well. He’d seen it in photos taken of himself with Jenna. He’d felt it on his own face every time Jenna touched him. “He loves her,” thought Drake. “Does she....” Before Drake could finish his thought, Jenna was speaking again.

“So, with no further ado, I choose, for my hand and my heart....”

All at once phones started beeping and buzzing. The blue electric glow of hundreds of screens began to cast an eerie glow on the room. Bastien, Jackson Walker’s protégée and friend, passed his own phone to Constantine and to Jenna.

“No way!!” “He wouldn’t” “The bastard!” Drake heard exclamations bursting out all around him. “There’s no way this is going to end well,” he thought. He began to make his way through the crowd. As everyone turned to look at him, Drake was searching for the only face that mattered.

Jenna looked broken. She faced Drake and his heart shattered. Where just a minute ago there was joy, he only saw anger, betrayal, and heartbreak.

He felt someone grab him and turned to see Bastien. “Drake Walker, you are hear-by banned from the Royal Court. You have twenty minutes to pack your belongings. You will then be taken to the airport where a ticket will be waiting for you. It will take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

“What!?! Bas, NO! The only place I want to go is to see Jenna! I don’t know what this is all about, but I’ve done nothing wrong. I love her!” Bastien stood calmly as Drake yelled and tried to pull away. Without a word, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed Drake what everyone else had already seen — a grainy photo of him and... Kiara!!

Kiara was a member of Jenna’s court and claimed to be her friend. A few weeks earlier, during a visit to Applewood Manor, Kiara and snuck into Drake’s room. When he entered later, she jumped out clad only in lingerie and tried to kiss Drake. Disgusted, Drake had tossed her out on her lace-covered ass. “Bas, I can explain! This isn’t what it looks like!”

“I’m sure it isn’t,” Bastien said. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I have orders to follow. I love you like a son, Drake, and I know you love Princess Jenna. The best thing you can do is go willingly. If it’s meant to be, you and Jenna will find your way back to each other.”

“Bullshit, Bastien. I’m going back in. I have to see her.”

Bastien reluctantly looses his grip and Drake took a step towards the ballroom. Just then he heard Jenna begin to speak again. He picked up his pace and walked through the door just in time to hear Jenna’s voice, smaller than he’d ever heard it, say three words that broke his heart forever:

“I choose Liam.”