Sakhir 2020 Grand Prix- Charles Leclerc/Reader/Max Verstappen Only the three of you were allowed to play, the confines of the game extending no further than the competition between yourself, Charles and Max had ever truly reached, the scope encompassing to include only one another as realistic competition to the other. The game was to have no end, it would never be completed, and the winner would only be decided when it was no longer possible, no longer viable, to continue playing- that was to say, it would end only when everyone had retired from racing entirely. And lastly, it was of the utmost importance that the game was no longer to be called anything as commonplace or mundane as King of the Hill. No, because from here on out, the elite game for three was to be known only and quite simplistically by the moniker King of the Grid. As it turned out, the age-old game of who was the best and who could stay the best was something that could be played regardless of the slowly increasing number of candles crowded onto birthday cakes, or of the venue for that matter, untouchable and beyond the sway of race series or championship rankings.

Life with her smelled like fresh lemons with a bit of mint aside. Sour, yet gratifying, since it was the perfect combination. He could taste her love on the tip of his tongue. It savoured like just a baked sweet cinnamon roll with a little bit of chilli hidden inside. She knew how to make everything piquant but then calm the whole situation with her sweetness. Her euphonic giggles that echoed in his ears reminded him of a lullaby. The smell of her perfume was floating down the stairs. It scented like vanilla ice-cream cones under an October sky; benumbing but delicious. Her love made him feel like there was too much going on at once, yet it was so wonderfully simple, putting him at ease. But as much as love tends to be flowers, holding hands and cute dates, it's just one part of it. Sometimes it's about whether we should hold on or let go. There are times when letting go and making sacrifices means love.

[ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐱 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ] ❛𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣.❜ Harry James Potter wasn't used to sharing. He was the Chosen One. He was the Golden Boy of Gryffindor. He could take anything he wanted. And all he wanted was you. Highest Rankings: - #2 in Blaise Zabini x Reader - #2 in Dark Fic

Anastasia Delaney was Tom Riddle's most trusted follower at Hogwarts. As she helped the Dark Lord achieve his goals their bond strengthened and she believed they were destined for greatness, until she wakes up 53 years later in the same room, in the same school, at the same age. As Anastasia tries to find a way back to her life and her lover, she must become a student at a completely different Hogwarts where she meets a boy they call the "Chosen One" who escaped the wrath of wizard so powerful people daren't say his name. Tom Riddle fanfic Harry Potter fanfic Mature themes!

Shaera is the commander of Hybern's armies, a battle strategist, bringer of death, and the embodiment of darkness itself. Sh-ai-ra Slow burn, enemies to lovers ACOMAF + ACOWAR If you want a cute fast progressing romance. This is not the book for you. -----/ Plot errors: admitting them before people shout at me 🥲 Error 1. I forgot Elain wasn't the youngest, so err for my own mental health she is now the youngest... I cannot physically go though 10,000+ words and change it I would rather choose death. That is all... (2,000-4,000 word chapters) *there will be language, darker themes and references to sexy times so you've been warned*

❝ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍! ❞ previously titled; clairvoyant post-war harry potter x oc

and so she ate his pomegranate seeds as he choked on her honey TOM RIDDLE X OC Occasional updates

Cursed to live over and over again, falling in love with Slytherins over the decades. It was practically destiny for Kirra Potter and Mattheo Riddle to end up together, but will it turn out how they want it to? After all, fate doesn't care about your plans. ------------- "I told you. I'm here for the girl, not you. All you have to do is hand her over" the smile on the man's face only grew, causing the aura around the room to become even more sinister. Mattheo stayed in front of the girl protectively as she laid on the ground, barely breathing "and I told you. Over my dead body" Second part of this book: 'Reflections - Mattheo Riddle' #1 in hufflepuff #1 in harrypotter #1 in mattheoriddle #2 in ronweasley #1 in ravenclaw #2 in remuslupin #1 in tomriddle #6 in regulusblack

"Promise me, Cindria! Please!" Tom pleaded, now gripping my arms in a vice-like a grip. "I won't, I won't promise something when I know I'm going to break that promise, Tom," I said shaking my head. I refused to comply with Tom's demands because I knew one way or another, I'd be forced to get involved in what's happening. Whatever was happening. "Fine! You leave me no choice! Nagini!" I heard Tom say, and when he uttered that familiar name, I began to tremble. "Tom...Tom! what are you doing?" I said weakly, raising my hands to his muscled biceps. "Protecting you," he replied, just as Nagini, Tom's huge snake, slithered into the room. I could feel myself becoming faint and I pressed myself into Tom for protection from the venomous creature. He wouldn't. Would he? He would. "Tom...You promised...You promised that it wouldn't come near me!" I began to panic, now trying to get away from Tom, who held me around the waist, tightly against him. "I know what I promised, Cindria, I promise Nagini won't hurt you. She'll just be outside your door, guarding you, making sure nothing happens to you in case you have any ideas," he told me, putting his hand on my cheek. "Please don't do this, you don't have to do this," I whispered, tears making their way to my eyes.

Pragma: long lasting love. Love that requires true commitment that comes from understanding, compromise and tolerance. It is referred to as "standing in love" rather than "falling in love". **** Briony Carter is a Hufflepuff with a strong will and a mind of her own. She has the best friends in the world, a loving brother, an adorable kitten, and on top of all of that, a burning hatred for Sirius Black and the self proclaimed "Marauders".