A Theodore Nott Love Story. *** Everything isn't what it seems. *** "Lies! It's all lies, Theo!" I raised my voice, tears brimming the edge. "What do you mean?" He furrowed his brows, even more confused. "It- I-" I shook my head trying to think of the words to say. "Well tell me!" His voice cracked as it raised. I looked away. I had to. I couldn't watch him break and he couldn't see me shatter. "This can't happen anymore. Goodbye, Theo." And I walked away. *** COVER BY: @-jesouffre Disclaimer: I only own Sadie Myers. The rest belongs to JKR.

Theodore Nott and Scarlett Lestrange have been best friends forever, but is that all they were. One kiss could change everything for them. Scarlett is a regular wizard, but has some unexplainable powers. Ever since she was a baby, she could manipulate nature. She could produce wind, fire, water, snow, and more, but was that all she could do? This story is a best friends to lovers. I do plan to make this very smutty so be aware of that. I want this story to start during Goblet of Fire and continue through the end of the series. The main character, Scarlett, is Bellatrix's daughter (not with Voldy). Theo and Scarlett are the same year as Harry and all them. Narcissa and Lucius took in Scarlett when Bellatrix went to Azkaban. TW: heavy smut, mental abuse, physical abuse, swearing, smoking, drinking, EDs, and possibly self harm I DO NOT own any of the HP characters. They all belong to J.K. Rowling. However, I do own Scarlett Lestrange and Lilith Deluxe. Rankings: #12 in lorenzozurzolo - 3/24/21

*Warning Mature Content Throughout* Just smut, some spice and a bit of filth. No voldy or second wizarding war in this book. The question is Draco or Theo? 🥺

The Slytherin Clique's teens are just as ruthless. Just as close. Just as. But what happens when things soon start to unravel? [Post-War Children] + INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES + SPIN-OFF TO Filthy ; Draco Malfoy NOT a Draco Malfoy Fanfic

"Pulling his switchblade out from his pocket, she flicks it open and brings it to her mouth- sticking out her tongue and placing it flat against the shiny silver blade while meeting his lust filled gaze. Running the blade along her tongue leaving remnants of her saliva along it, she takes it from her mouth and brings it down to her fingertips- tip of it piercing into her skin as she twirls it with her other hand. "Now are you going to be a good boy for me?" Sounding like a sweet innocent angel with a halo hovering above her head. She takes the blade from between her fingertip and brings the bloodied tip towards his mouth, rubbing it along his lips gently covering them in a thin layer of the blood." Zero magic involved in this fanfic!! Nothing like other Harry Potter fanfics. Drugs, mafia, and assassins. Started: January 20, 2021 #5 lorenzozurzolo - 03/07/2021

"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