"Dammit Deadpool! I told you to stop 'unaliving' my bad guys!" "Sorry baby, he was talking too much!"

Harry Potter died that night. Or that's what everyone was told. Lily and Dumbledore made sure Evan Potter was whirshiped in his place as the boy who lived. But Harry wasn't dead, he was tossed aside. Thrown to Lily's hateful sister and told his parents were dead. It was a normal day of Harry Hunting when everything changed. Someone powerful decided to step in. Changing Harry's tragic fate and destiny.

Harry never felt freer than those three weeks in Diagon Alley with no adult supervision. However, having freedom always comes at a cost. One that Harry thought he paid for the first day. The Gods think differently. Nothing was ever one and done with Harry Potter. Never was when you were both gifted and cursed by the Gods themselves. One thing was always curtain, the moon would rise and the sun would fall on each day. Werewolves were the topic of third year curriculum after all. Art not mine. Credit to the amazing artist. ...I really shouldn't be starting another story.. oh well ~Happy Reading!

Harry tidak tahu sejak kapan rumah yang dimilikinya bersama dengan keempat soulmatenya terasa semakin dingin setiap harinya. Dia berusaha untuk berubah, mencari ratusan cara agar mereka mau tinggal walaupun hanya semalam bahkan mengganti kepribadiannya agar sesuai dengan keempat laki-laki yang terikat dengannya. Tapi Harry tahu kalau ikatan mereka hanyalah sebuah ikatan dan bukannya hubungan. Dia tidak tahu sampai kapan harus bertahan dengan hubungan yang semakin lama semakin renggang. Perlahan-lahan, Harry kehilangan semangat, jati diri dan emosi untuk menjalani hidup sampai dia mendapatkan fakta baru didalam tubuhnya. Harry tidak tahu kalau dia harus senang atau kecewa jadi Harry hanya bisa tertawa. Dia tidak punya siapapun yang bisa membantunya melewati ini. Semua sahabatnya sibuk dengan kehidupan mereka masing-masing. Hermione dan Ron sibuk dengan kehamilan anak kedua mereka, Neville yang selalu loyal dengan Harry harus fokus dengan toko tanaman yang dimilikinya bersama tunangan, Fred dan George setiap harinya sulit untuk bertemu karena toko mereka semakin besar dan sukses dan Luna baru saja melahirkan anak pertamanya. Harry tidak bisa mengganggu Remus ataupun Sirius karena mereka sedang membangun kehidupan mereka jauh dari siapapun. Harry terlalu lelah dan dia sudah membulatkan tekad.

Peter, Derek, Stiles e una super luna che scatena l'eros dei licantropi.

Harry has been gone for two years. When he returns he's cold and different. And he's out for everyone that made him this way. This story is not mine and belongs to WereBunny87 on ffn.net.

After the war, all the people slowly started settling back to normal life again. Only Harry felt that he had been missing a part of him ever since he saw Severus Snape die. When he goes to the bank to ask about his accounts and to make some investments, he discovers something his dear friends and mentor were hiding from him. He decides to take the help from a certain god, namely Death, whom he is the master of, and goes back to the Marauders Era and goes to Hogwarts as Harrison Ingotus Peverell, the DADA professor. Read to know how he makes sure his mate is safe and Voldemort doesn't exist. Harry Potter is not mine. It belongs to J.K.Rowling. I have just borrowed the characters. The story is mine. Enjoy reading.

Where Max somehow gets roped into one of his sister's stupid schemes and ends up in way over his head, completely out of his comfort zone, and quite sure he's just met his dream man. A man who happens to think Max is a girl. *** "An excellent recommendation. You're not just a pretty face, then?" "You think this face is pretty?" Max tried to say it with more sass, but it came out kind of soft. His face went red and he turned sharply to the books next to him. Casual. "You're very pretty," There was a gentleness to the teasing and Max glared at him. The man laughed again, dropping his eyes from Max. "Thanks." Max said after a pause and the man beamed at him. "I should be thanking you. This might be worth the read," he waved the book in his hand. Max rolled his eyes, face softening back into a smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way." "Cool," Max said and wondered if 'Kevin' was a name that fit this attractive man. "And what's your name?" Kevin prompted after a short pause and Max cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ma-," Max barely cut himself off in time. Face flushing darker, mood dropping like a fucking brick. He wasn't Max right now. "I'm Eva." ***This is a rough draft. Currently being rewritten!!*** (Disclaimer: there will be boy on boy romance and if that doesn't float your boat, gonna need you to float on by. Also a lot of swearing. Thanx ;3 )

•COMPLETED• Just another wrong number fanfic, but hopefully unique! Peter Parker's life is ok, not the best, but ok. After ned mistells his number, peter starts talking to tony stark, and things go from there. Peter is 16 years old, has his homecoming suit, but starts off with no AI (for like, a third of a chapter), and tony is his idol. And you can probably think of what happens from there, but please stick with it as I hope/think it'll be different from normal ones. NOT a starker, btw. That's disgusting. If you enjoy this book, feel free to check out my other book: 'I need you' as I had gotten lots of positive feedback from that! Thanks for reading!

So I've been reading wrong number stories on the avengers and Peter Parker. I love it! Here's mine. Basically Peter is part of team red, but never met Tony Stark. He made his own suit and doesn't have an internship at Stark Industries...YET. (P.S May is not the best person in the this one. I love her but i had no choice😢) ❤U