After the war, gone is the Malfoy's standing in society, its reputation and the benefits that came out of it. All that's left is a stained name and a fortune worth more than Draco could ever spend. Tied with the loss of his parents, the pureblood finds himself without a purpose to live. An offer from Hogwarts and a chance meeting with a woman sweeter than the desserts she baked might just be what he needs to find it again. (Set ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts) (Slytherin x Hufflepuff)

One spring day, Potions Professor Draco Malfoy saved a precocious mouse from certain death. Little did he know that this small act of kindness would solve a ten-year mystery and change his life forever.

Sugar McKenzie and August Wakefield couldn't be more different - Sugar, a meticulous, caring, but lonely paramedic and August, a charming former reality star still chasing his dream. But they've both closed themselves off emotionally from others...that is until they match with each other on a dating app. After a disastrous first date, the two agree to never see each other again, yet they both can't stop thinking about one another, and circumstances keep pulling them back into each other's lives. Are they the real answer each other dreams, or will they continue to go through their lives hiding behind walls, just faking it? _________________________________________________________________________________ • Second Draft • { Wattpairs Mentorship Challenge 2020: Second Place Winner } { Wattpad Chicklit Ambassador: Adulthood Reading List } { Romance Reads Contest 2019: First Place Late Lovers } { Best of Summer Awards 2018: Best in Show "ChickLit" Winner } { Best of Summer Awards 2018: Judge's Pick Winner } { Blossom Awards 2018: First Place "ChickLit" Winner } { Contemporary Romantics Award: #RomanticsAwards2022: Shortlist } { Wattpad NA Ambassador: Hold My Stilettos | August 22, 2022 } { Chicklit #26 rating on September 6, 2022 } { Enemies to friends to lovers #5 on September 18, 2022 } { Onlinedating #1 on September 5, 2023 } { Texttospeech #10 on May 13, 2024 } { Contemporary #10 on May 13, 2024 } ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Only on Wattpad. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe, form, please go to (https://www.wattpad.com/story/115197023-fake-it). Thank you!

-TO BE TAKEN DOWN- Katy Thomas is best known for her booming bakery shop, Katy Cakes, that has desserts as sweet as she. Her new neighbor, Gage Rivers, is best known for being bitter and closed off from others. The only thing they really have in common is their passion to escape from their pasts. When one day they find themselves both in a tight situation, they turn to each other for help. Soon, their relationship as neighbors starts to shift into something more. But will the two opposites collide? Or stick together in the sweetest way? __________________🍪___________________ Highest Ranking: #1 in ChickLit (11/1/16) •Featured in @KatyDreams Wattpad's Best Romance Books (Book Four)• •Featured in @Cosmopolitan's CosmoReads• •Ranked #3 in @KatyDreams Top 20 Romance Books of 2016: Wattpad Edition•

"I want to defile you, destroy you, corrupt you in the most sinfully beautiful way. Break you until you're completely mine." "And then?" "Then I'll piece you back together, of course." He took another step in her direction, closing the distance between them. "Love can be holy." He said but the look in his eyes promised anything but. "It can be kind and gentle. It can be the flutter inside your chest when you feel someone touch you, the blush staining your cheeks when someone brushes his knuckles over them." To prove his point further, he took his knuckles and brushed them over her sharp jawline, all the way to her lightly dusted cheeks and sharp cheekbones. "However, love can also be vile. Dark and all-consuming. The kind of love that makes you want to fall to your knees and let it destroy you." He let his palm rest on her soft skin and felt the warmth she provided so carelessly travel to him. "That's all I can offer you." Nathaniel Russ is a man devoid of passion. Cold, stern, a tragedy with skin. A wreckage just seconds before the crash. A writer. He spends countless hours teaching philosophy at the local university, waiting for something to make the words crawl out of him with the same vigorous appetite they once did. And he finds it, at the most unexpected moment. Guinevere Westbrook is a woman haunted by the sins of her past. And she just happens to be the muse he had been waiting for, even though she refuses to accept it. So, he orchestrates a game meant for two. A game. That's all it was. Until it wasn't. Adult themes, proceed with caution. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Oaklee is a loner; a hermit; a recluse; someone who takes being an introvert like an extreme sport. She enjoys living in solitude, with writing her third novel and taking her Cocker Spaniel, Loki, for walks along the canals and the field next to it, she's happy in her own world away from people. Alexander King is a workaholic, the CEO of King industries. He hates people and their stupidity and has people to do everything in his life. He is alone, forcing anyone close to him away because that's what CEOs do, right? They push people away. Dogs bring the hermit and the workaholic together, literally. But can the dogs keep them together?

College really is a place where anyone can be anything. Dominic Miressi is an aspiring surgeon in college. He doesn't have time to form new friendships with all the assignments and studying he needs to get done to achieve his career and prove them wrong. But when Emery Castro, an energetic artist decides to befriend him. His life starts to take a turn as she introduces him to things he never knew existed. Will his life go back to how it was before? Or will he need to adapt to having a hyper girl by his side. ~~~~~ Opening up the brick of pages, he turned to the bookmarked page and began studying on heart transplants. Getting lost in the logical paragraphs until a faint scratch of a chair could be heard diagonal from where he was sitting. "May I sit here?" The girl asked. "I don't mind." he responded, not seeing the harm of allowing her in the space. It is a public library afterall. Not a minute goes by before he decides he made a mistake. Her foot keeps shaking while she reads a book on something about color theory. the taps of her foot began to make his mind spiral. She stops for a second and everything seems to fall back into place until she just starts tapping her fingers and touching her necklace, sliding the centerpiece on the chain. Questions appeared in his thoughts every millisecond. Mainly asking himself why she must fidget and if it's a necessity for her survival. "Can you stop fidgeting? It's disrupting my focus." "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Her cheeks turned a bright crimson as she looked back down at her book. But he still couldn't focus. Noticing every time she had to consciously or even physically stop herself from shaking her leg or from the taps. Changing the feeling of aggravation into intrigue.

Four years. Four years ago, he left her. And now he's back, showing up at her bookstore, asking for a second chance. Oh, and for his book to be sold. Runville is a small town in North Carolina. A small town where smiles are made and hearts break. A small town where London and Ronan were each other's whole world. From growing up hating each other to falling in love only to break their hearts and wound up hating each other. It came down to career against family, love against self-love, and choosing who you love against yourself. And Ronan chose himself. And London chose her family. And it tore them apart. Now, four years later, he's done with college, made a name for himself, and is back in Runville. History always repeats itself. What goes around comes around. And where you start is where you end. Can Ronan win her back? They were pieces that fit perfectly together. Only they didn't belong to the same puzzle. . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED