TW: SELF-HARM This is a BXBXBXB story. Don't like, don't read. "Be careful, Fayez, not to touch anything or anyone. Keep your gloves on at all times, my sweet prince, or who knows what might happen". Fayez is the last-born child of one of the strongest family of vampires that ever existed. According to most, he should have led an easy life, for money was never a problem and he had many servants more than willing to fulfill his wishes. Fayez had everything to be happy, except for the fact that he was a burden to his own parents. See, there was something terribly wrong with his hands: everything he touched became rotten, so he had to keep his gloves on at all times. He was a leathal weapon, one that had to be kept a secret, so that other people wouldn't try to use his curse for their own benefit. When Fayez turned 21, his parents decided that their son could not be kept secluded in their castle any longer, and that it was more than time for him to face the outside world. They sent him to the prestigious ISB - Institute for Supernatural Beings, where every supernatural creature from age 20 to age 30 is given a special training to enhance his natural capabilities. How will the priviledged Fayez, who only ever knew the faces of his family and servants, survive in a place where most of the residents have experienced violence and cruelty from a very young age, and are street smart? More importantly, can this haughty, strong yet inexperienced, touch-depraved young man learn how to love and be loved in return, or is he far too gone already?

a famous model finds herself battling her own sexuality when her new found celebrity friend develops feelings for her. - intentional lowercase typing.

"𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙇𝙄𝙁𝙀, 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮?!" 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙙. "𝙉𝙤," 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮, "𝙄'𝙢 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙." He hadn't been happy to hear of the death of Draco Malfoy, but at least Harry had assumed that any problems he'd ever had with Malfoy would be at an end. But it turned out the bastard was even more present and infuriating in death than he'd ever been while alive. Harry hadn't expected to see Malfoy ever again. And he certainly hadn't expected to fall in love with him.

"Why did you run away?" Harry tried changing the subject. "You're a coward Malfoy, you know that? You left your friends behind, Pansy and Blaise and stuff." Draco glared at Harry. "Like I said, get your cock out of my arse, will you?" Harry forced a small laugh. "My cock is not willing to go up your arse, as much you'd want it to." Oh, two can play this game. Harry was sounding much more like a Slytherin now. This was more fun than he expected. Draco grimaced. "That's disgusting Potter. Trust me, I wouldn't sink that low to sleeping around with someone that practically drinks sperm for breakfast." (This story isn't some sappy fluff. Has actual pretty interesting plot) Please leave feedback/comments, all will be appreciated!!!

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

Lyall Lupin had once told his son this: Love's not all that complicated. It tells you who it's after and it either gets what it wants or destroys you. And he had never thought it would ever apply to him because let's be honest, who would love an animal like Remus? Well, I'll tell you the answer to that: a charming yet vulgar, somewhat poncey, boy with smoky gray eyes. RL/SB ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS BEING ADDED! WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE SEQUEL IS NOW BEING ADDED ONTO CARVE ME OPEN! Part One and Two of the Mischief Managed Series. ©professortoebeans 2019 This is AU, and it will follow canon for the majority of the story. However, it will veer off path eventually. Not into mediocrity or ridiculousness. Please read the Disclaimer for trigger warnings and other information. Wolfstar/Marauders Era began: 5/17/2019 completed: Under edit as of 4/12/2020 🥇Ranks! #1 in Gayships out of 8k stories (1/10/2021) #2 in SiriusxRemus out of 855 (10/13/2020) #4 in Muggles out of 439 (06/21/2021) #6 in RemusxSirius out of 456 (10/13/2020) #6 in Banter out of 833 (12/4/2019) #19 in TheOrder out of 283 (12/4/2019) #24 in Wizards out of 9.3k (6/11/2021) #37 in Wolfstar out of 4.5k (9/7/2019) #30 in Maraudersfiction out of 1.2k (12/4/2019)

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 "Harry what's wrong you look like you've seen a ghost." He asked. I pointed towards the people i saw. "Harry aren't they all d-dead?" He asked me. "Y-yes." Just then they saw us and greeted us. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇: Harry and Draco ends up in a past and meets Marauders. _________________________________________ I don't own HP that goes to J.K. Rowling herself, but this story is mine Cover by me Enjoy😜💖

[THIRD BOOK IN THE 'HIS' SERIES] [2017] "Why don't you go for a hike in those ridiculous death traps you call heels." I suggest. "Maybe you can fall off a cliff while you're at it." "Y-you bitch!" Is her amazing reply. I roll my eyes. "Amazing comeback. Do you want a cookie?" "Shut up!" She squeals, stomping her foot. "I don't want to hear your voice!" "I'm just replying to your stupid ass comebacks, puta." I tell her. "If you want me to shut up and not hear my voice, you should walk far, far away. Right into a shark's mouth." "Ugh!" She stomps her heeled foot again and storms off. "You're good." Blake says from next to me, an amused smirk on his pink lips. "Well, duh!" Harmony stretches out. "Her mother and grandmother are both queens, so obviously she inherited it." Rose tells him. Then Ryder, Tyler, Carter and Kiev rush over to us. "Hey, if you guys see a fuming Ms Hayfer covered in paint, tell her we moved to Mars." Ryder pants out before they run off again. Just then, a fuming Ms Hayfer walks over covered in green paint. "Where are they?" She questions angrily, stopping in front of us. "Wow, Ms H. Green is definitely not your colour." Blake says bluntly, making Rose and Harmony giggle into their hands. "Where. Are. They?" She grits out, teeth clenched. This time I answer her. "They moved to Mars." *~* (THIS IS THE THIRD BOOK IN THE 'HIS OREO PRINCESA' SERIES.) BOOK 1: HIS OREO PRINCESA BOOK 2: HIS LITTLE DEVIL BOOK 3: HIS BEAUTIFUL AMORE

[SECOND BOOK IN THE 'HIS' SERIES] [2017] "Of course I'm just like my mother." I roll my grey eyes. "I popped out of her uterus." "Miss Paris!" "Ms Hayfer!" I mimic my History teacher. "Ms Hayfer, think fast!" Ms Hayfer turns her head just in time to get nailed in the forehead with a paper ball. "Mr TeNana-Williams!" She fumes. Raziel shrugs innocently. "What? I told you to think fast." "Ms Hayfer, catch!" She turns around and an eraser lands in her mouth. She spits it out. "Mr Hale!" River shrugs and gives her a smirk. "Ms Hayfer, watch out!" Jayden throws a pencil, which nails her in the forehead. "Fee-Fee Fuzzy Poops will shove his horn so far up your a-" Ashlynn starts but is cut off by Hunter. "So far up my what?" He continues to poke her arm. "YOU SIX ARE THE SPAWNS OF SATAN!" WARNING: Mentions of abuse and r*pe. *~* [SEQUAL/SPINOFF OF: HIS OREO PRINCESA] BOOK 1: His Oreo Princesa BOOK 2: His Little Devil BOOK 3: His Beautiful Amore