Set in an alternate world. AKA no magic ~~~ Walburga and Regulus have lived in America for three years. First moved from London due to Walburga's job. After three years Walburga is told to go back to London but Regulus doesn't want to leave and proposes Sirius comes to care for him in America. Walburga agrees and Sirius comes to America where he reunites with his old friends James, Peter, Lily, and Marlene. He also meets Regulus's new friend Remus Lupin who was a friend of James' after Sirius left. The two click almost immediately and form a bond like no other. ~~~ Notes: Regulus is still in his last year of high school with Peter while the rest are in College. !TW! Abuse, mentions of abuse, mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts (I think that's all of them if I missed any please tell me so I can put them here)

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Trevor Heart, the leader of a huge mafia, has been working on a drug for years-almost decades-wanting and desiring to be the most powerful mafia in the world, but the making of the drug was never successful. Something always was missing. But after finding a special ingredient that would take the drug to a whole new level, Trevor soon became the most powerful and successful mafia leader. Every mafia worldwide went crazy for this drug. This drug makes you mentally and physically stronger, but, it has it's disadvantages. It's side effects could make you extremely aggresive, mentally unstable and could possibly make you lose your mind. And most of the times, if the drug is too strong to handle, it could kill whoever consumes it. But of course, Trevor didn't tell the world about the bad side effects that could be caused by the drug he has created. He called the drug Heaven. Another thing Trevor never told the world is what was that special ingredient he found. It was blood. Blood that had a mixture of unknown chemicals that are sought to kill anyone to be injected by them. Nevaeh Elizabeth Heart, Trevor's only child, is the main source to the drug. She is the source of blood her father uses for his drug. In fact, almost only her blood is needed for the whole drug itself to be made. She is the drug. ᯽᯽᯽ this story includes sensitive topics that may be triggering to some. so, please read the disclaimer chapter for warnings before you begin reading 'Heaven' (ongoing + slow updates) - socials: • spotify: saturdacy • pinterest: saturdacyy • tiktok: @saturdacy

This is not very basic but terrible written story. In this love triangle bad guy gets the girl. Basically, it's about poor girl who makes a deal with a man. She starts working as a stripper and in turn she gets in a one of the most expensive school. There she meets a guy who she thinks she's in love, but it's more of an obsession than a love. The bad guy shows up in her life and shows her what a true love is. But there are many obstacles they have in their way and both of them struggle. They make a plan to split up their crushes to get with them, but instead they fall in love. At first both of them deny their feelings and settle for a physical relationship only. They fuck each other. Anytime, anywhere. But true love never can hide itself, can it?

This story is about two people who have been academic rivals for as long as they can remember. Their names are Anna and Brayden. Anna has long brown hair and puppy dog brown eyes and freckles that seem to cover every inch of her face. Brayden has soft dirty blonde hair and ocean blue eyes that sparkle in the sun. Love sparks between these two but they must overcome many things. But the question is... Who fell first? Find out.

'Look at me, Celeste,' he gently lifts her chin up with the tips of his slender fingers. 'I'm right here, okay?' *** When Celestine Vora enrols at the elite Marion University to study medicine, the last person she expected to come face to face with was Adrian Schulz. Always condescending, never conceding. As her brother's best friend, he always caught glances of her in the background, the silent, quiet shadow of an adopted girl who never quite matched her brother's innate talent. One who always seemed to be a hindrance, his biggest competitor for valedictorian in high school. He was looking forward to a fresh start. That is, until she shows up in front of his apartment in the middle of the night, and shakily utters the words, 'He's missing.' ~ [This is a work of fiction. All events and characters are fake.]

Savannah Osterfield begins her new adventure of being a university student. Moving in with her brother and his best friend who she always assumed she hated, she comes to the realization that the hate she felt could be something completely different. Maybe this boy drives her crazy in more ways than one.

Chin up sweetheart, she'd kill to see you fall." "You'd let me fall?" She asks. ☆☆☆ Isabella Cooper ☆ Meek.Hollow.Broken.Fragile "She's had her own back throughout her journey, and now she'll fight for theirs too." Eli Parker ☆ Observant.Perceptive.Reluctant.Insightful "She is the only woman I shall worship. She is my eternal belief. Her and only her." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Growing up, Isabella faces numerous challenges that many teenagers can relate to: dysfunctional family, financial struggles, insecurity in high school and social anxiety. However, what sets Isabella's story apart is her determination to overcome these struggles by doing something unconventional - street racing.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN