Laken Meadows has always been an outcast - not just in her school life, but also her personal life. Coming from a long line of Slytherins, it's safe to say that her family wasn't the most...accepting when she was sorted into Hufflepuff. Disregarded at home and taunted at school by her very own siblings, Laken has resigned to the fate that she would never quite fit in anywhere no matter how hard she tried. However, despite her plans to lay low and breeze through school unnoticed until she graduates, Laken quickly finds that fate had other plans for her when she catches the attention of not one, not even two, but all six of the notorious Slytherin boys. *this is a why choose/reverse harem book where the OC ends up with more than one partner *this story is a standalone and not connected to my Slytherin Boys series *this book will contain smut

Cedric Diggory lost his life. And Emalin lost her beloved brother. Over one year after the tragedy at the Triwizard Tournament, Emalin returns to Hogwarts, joining her sixth year. As if her loss weren't enough, she finds herself the subject of whispers throughout the castle. What does school life looks after grief? And why does Mattheo Riddle seem to intend on becoming part of hers? · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · DISCLAIMER: - English is not my first language. - I'm a Potterhead since being a kid. - I'm new into the Mattheo Riddle universe. - I know some characters are not part of the original Harry Potter world and made up by fans through fanfictions. - At some parts I orientate at other fanfictions when it comes to character designs (for example: Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, etc.), but some parts will be definitely different. Also some characteristics or family related things. - I write out of fun. If someone doesn't like what I write, just scroll past the story and stay polite! - I'm happy about annotations or new ideas, but won't promise to change things how you want them to be. In the end it's my story and my Mattheo Riddle world. Enjoy it and leave a comment or like if you want! :) · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · #1 - Theodore #2 - Mattheo #2 - Slytherin #5 - Hogwarts

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

Hermione MUST marry Draco Malfoy - the only wizard that begrudgingly petitioned for her who is not actively trying to kill her. If only there was some loop hole. Can the unlikely pair survive marriage, in laws, ghosts, murderous enemies and their own traitorous feeling? All rights goes to (c) EvilGu of Fanfiction.net https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10877265/1/Lost-Images

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

In a world that fears snakes before it ever learns their names, Celine Auclair has built a family out of loyalty and silence. The granddaughter of one of the oldest pureblood lines, she was raised to be perfect, obedient-and untouchable. But at Hogwarts, she finds something far more dangerous than expectation: love, friendship, and the kind of loyalty that binds tighter than blood. Within the stone walls of Slytherin, Celine and her five boys-Draco, Theo, Blaise, Enzo, and Matty-rule their house with quiet power and unspoken devotion. The world calls them cold. The world is wrong. Together, they are the heartbeat of the serpent, unbreakable and unseen. As darkness gathers beyond the castle and whispers of war begin to stir, Celine must decide what she's willing to risk to protect the only family she's ever truly known. Because when the world divides heroes from villains, she knows exactly where she stands. They aren't monsters. They're the house she built Tiktok - The_house_we_built

☄︎ ⋆·˚ ⋆ *. ⇒ 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 ☄︎ ☄︎ ☄︎ "Faye it is time for your suffering to come to an end" ☄︎ ☄︎ ☄︎ Faye Harper lost herself. That's what people said. For being the cheer captain, class favourite and prom queen she really disappeared after graduation. So much potential, wasted. That's what they all said. Truthfully, Faye's life had been a lie. She'd worked her way to the top, a game of survival. It wasn't who she wanted to be, it wasn't who she believed she was. Her life was anything but perfect. After her father left her older brother Robert thought it his duty to run the house. His anger and spite left Faye hiding in her room, patterned in bruises. Faye's uncle was her only hope, the way out of the house that had become hell for her. She thought the job would be a temporary solution. Sat behind a bar serving drunks and shunting away those thinking their faces don't scream of youth. Yet it wasn't the time away from her family or the distraction from the chaos that made her new occupation all the more interesting. In fact her shining optimism came in the form of the pubs live music. A band, a rock band. With a guitarist who seemed determined to solve the mystery of what happened to the notorious Faye Harper. ☄︎ ☄︎ ☄︎

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 ᴏꜰ ᴇʟ ᴘᴀꜱᴏ, ᴛᴇxᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴡᴋɪɴꜱ, ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴇɴɪᴏʀ ɪɴ ʜɪɢʜꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟʟʏᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴏᴍ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ. ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ. 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. ꜱᴏ ᴡʜʏ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ʟᴇꜱꜱ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴜᴅᴀᴄɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ. DISCLAIMER: STRANGER THINGS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME ONLY MY OC'S THAT I MADE. ALL OTHER CREDS GO TO THE DUFFER BROTHERS.

"𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡, 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑢𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛' 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡." In which the girl with powers to manipulate and conjure fire falls for the freak. Trope: she fell first but he fell harder DISCLAIMER: I don't own stranger things. a/n: Billy was nice before died under editing

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted