Found Tv Show Fanfiction

Viviana Bellini was a free spirit who loved unconditionally and thought she had found her prince charming who was a mafia until he slept with her supposed best friend and cast her away, now that she is betrayed she swears to return and get her revenge but on reaching her home, she finds out that she had been arranged to a cold mafia don. But instead of staying in the house like the good wife her father wanted her to be, Viviana decided to go into the wild. Raffaele Conte was a man who was cold, calm and a silent assassin who could get blood on his face without even batting an eyelash, he never smiled and he never cried, people called him the cold sculpture until he met Viviana who seemed to show him another color that is not black. But Viviana is not all that meets the eyes and Raffaele has his own secrets. Would these two people navigate into a love unquenchable when the secret is revealed? Or will their various quests tear them apart and make them enemies?

Born and raised in the palace, Amara, a lowly maid, found herself drawn to one of the Alpha’s twin sons, Damon. But she kept her feelings hidden, hoping that on her eighteenth birthday she would meet her fated mate and forget about him. Fate, however, had other plans. On that fateful day, Amara discovered that she was mated to Damon—the very man she’d secretly loved all along—but he kept his distance for reasons she couldn’t understand. Five years later, when their paths cross again, Amara realizes that despite the rejection, their bond still lingers, and her heart still belongs to the same man who once saw her as nothing more than a servant. Seeing her heartbroken, Darius, Damon’s twin brother, offers her a deal she can’t refuse. But what starts as a simple arrangement quickly spirals into a dangerous triangle of love, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Because when Damon begins to show interest in Amara again, Darius isn’t ready to let her go—not now, not ever.

Once again, my wife, Claire Winters, stabbed me with a silver needle. A reporter tracked me down and asked, "Louis Sterling, wasn't your wife, Claire, one of the winners of the National Inspiration Awards from ten years ago? She won the reward for saving you during the earthquake and ending up paralyzed from the waist down, right?" I stayed quiet for a moment, then nodded. "Louis, we're from a TV station, and we're producing a tenth anniversary special about the earthquake." I rubbed my arm, which was covered in tiny needle marks, and looked her straight in the eye. I replied, "That's fine, but can you keep the cameras discreet? Claire isn't used to being in front of so many lenses." However, I never expected that on the very first day of the live broadcast, I would be dragged onto the trending charts and torn apart online.

Flynn Watson, the actual heir of the Watson family, reported me for cheating during the exams. As I stared at both copies of the test papers with perfect grades and the same answers, I found it difficult to explain what happened. Everyone took Flynn's side. Because of that, I was painted as a cheater, which resulted in my exile from the Watson family. The Watsons went as far as to get me blacklisted from all industries just so they could appease Flynn. I ended up on the streets as a homeless person, where I got tormented incessantly. In a daze, I got hit by a car. I still failed to understand why my test papers would show the same answers as Flynn's even when I was on death's door. When I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn on the day of the exams. This time, I choose to not write anything on the exam papers at all. I'd like to see just how I can be branded as a cheater now that I'm not given any marks at all.

My roommates booked a New Year's Eve light show table—five hundred per person—and started urging me in the group chat to transfer the money. I quietly sent a screenshot of my account balance. "You guys go ahead," I wrote. "I haven't even scraped together my tuition yet." They replied with a string of mocking "haha"s. Our dorm leader, Giselle Murdoch, even posted on her social media with the caption: [The first step to crossing class boundaries is distancing yourself from people who kill the mood.] Just after midnight, they sent me a photo from the light show and said, "Too bad you're not here." I frowned, confused, when my counselor's call cut in—her voice tight with urgency. "Did you invite your roommates to the light show? The organizers said they never even checked in! They're missing!"

"I, Gareth Fedwick, Alpha of the Blue Wood Pack hereby rejects you, fucking Carina Mason as mate and Luna of this pack! And you are hereby banished from the Blue Moon Pack, you cursed breed!" °°°°°°°°°°°°°° I was shocked! My body froze! On the very day I was to be crowned Luna of Blue Moon Pack, Gareth not only publicly rejected me, he told everyone the dark secret that only Eris, my best friend knew. A secret that would ruin my life forever! But I turned my pain into anger and my sorrows into vengeance. Meeting the most dreaded Alpha of all time was the start of my vengeance journey. I vowed to show no emotions towards him or anyone! But I found myself being helplessly drawn to him. I craved him, to be in bed with him! With the ruthless Alpha? Was he my second chance mate? Would he also reject me when he finds out that I am just an orphan, a cursed breed and the daughter of a murderer? But most of all, am I even a cursed breed?

She shattered his heart. Now he holds the power to destroy her world. Selene Arguelles is everywhere—on billboards, magazine covers, and TV screens. To the world, she’s a star. But to Duke Sandoval, she’s the woman who betrayed him most unforgivably. But Duke is no longer the man she left behind. He is Duke Sandoval—the billionaire heir, cold, powerful, untouchable. No longer the poor, lovesick boy from Tondo. He’s stronger. Harder. Unbreakable. Now their paths are set to cross again. And this time, Duke will make sure Selene feels every ounce of the pain she once made him endure. Every lie. Every betrayal. Every wound she left on his soul—he’ll return it tenfold. Because he didn’t just walk away. He is the one who will leave her this time. And she’ll regret ever thinking she could break him. He is Duke Alessandro Sandoval, The Billionaire Heir.

"Arch your back Arielle, let me see that fresh little pussy of yours" Aiden groaned beneath my legs, while Ryan chuckled in my ears, biting and teasing my earlobes, "Show us that fresh little pussy, Ari" And I did, I arched my back, baring myself in the presence of my two Alpha mates. *** I was secretly in love with my best friend, Aiden. But it was impossible, we were forbidden. He's the Alpha prince and would soon find his mate. And me, I'm a lowly omega. My parents are workers for the Alpha. And I was no match for Lauren. The school's queen bee who was obsessed with Aiden. She was everything I wasn't. Nor was I a match for Ariana, my twin sister who Aiden seemed to have a liking for. I would kill my feelings for him and get over him, moreover I needed to find a mate soon. Once the bond happens, I would lose every feelings I had for my best friend. That was what I thought till we found out we were each other's mates. And not just his mate, his's too. My other best friend, Ryan. I was his mate too. And then I found out I wasn't no ordinary wolf. An ordinary Omega torn between two Alpha Mates.

Janine’s plan was simple: just one night. One night to earn enough money to ease the crushing weight of her mother’s medical bills and secure her brother’s future. She had no intention of staying. This job—this world—was a desperate detour, not a new path.But the moment she stepped into that room and locked eyes with the man sitting like royalty in the shadows, everything shifted.He wasn’t just any client.He was Theo Lucas Guevara III, the man she had only seen from afar—on TV screens, in headlines, in the hushed gossip of women who dreamed beyond their means. Powerful, untouchable, and dangerously magnetic.She thought he would take what he wanted and leave.But to her surprise, the billionaire didn’t just want one night.He wanted her.And he was willing to pay any price to keep her.

After my parents died, the family went bankrupt, leaving my brother and me with a large sum of debt. To pay it off, he became a haunted-house test sleeper, while I acted as a corpse on film sets. For five years, we worked tirelessly, not daring to rest a single day—and still, the debt wasn't cleared. By the end of the year, only 13 thousand dollars remained. Gritting my teeth, I signed up as a clinical trial volunteer. When it was over, I dragged 13 thousand dollars in cash, brimming with joy, to show my brother. But I found him frowning, on the phone. "Dad, Mom, Lily's doing well. Have fun abroad," he said. "She's stopped spending recklessly. The punishment ends next year." What? Our parents weren't dead? Our family wasn't bankrupt? The five years of hardship, every ounce of struggle—I'd endured it all as punishment for my love of spending. My smile froze on my face. My stomach churned violently. A mouthful of fresh blood spilled out.