After unknowingly saving a mafia boss from a botched bank robbery, Kiara accepts an offer to work for him as a translator, not realizing love may become part of the package. ***** Though Kiara Payne may be a genius when it comes to languages, what she knows of the real world largely comes from books and movies. But after foiling a robbery on her first day as a bank teller, Kiara finds herself thrust into a world of danger, her life resting in the hands of the infuriatingly sexy Italian mafia boss Milo Di Vaio. In exchange for her safety, Kiara agrees to serve as Milo's translator, accompanying him across Europe as he tries to clean up the mess his late brother left behind and save the reputation of the Di Vaio crime family. Cold, ruthless, and sinfully beautiful, Milo is hard to resist but even harder to love. As tensions rise and secrets are spilled, Milo and Kiara are both forced to question everything they thought they knew. Does love outweigh loyalty? And if so, is it worth dying for? [[Word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Content/trigger warning: Contains mature themes and violence

"Professor Malfoy?" She asked walking up to the desk. "Call me Draco." He demanded. "I don't know if that's necessary-" "Teachers orders love." He spoke softly, with care as he stood up towering over the girl. "Um, Draco." She breathed as he grinned.

Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy

In which honesty had never been so missed and verity ever so falsified. "Then ruin me, Malfoy." - A Draco Malfoy fanfic with a messy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language, 18 + All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Clara Adams, Navy White, William White, Asher Lewis Dalton, and the plots created by me. But other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

"Come on Rose!" her friends called her back. Rose took one last look at her headmaster, but to her surprise he was already looking at her. "Don't be out past the prefect curfew," her headmaster scolded her, before turning on his heel to walk away. "No promises." she mumbled just in time for him to hear her. Draco Malfoy was indeed a very handsome man to stare at, but he made it nearly impossible to stay away from him despite being the schools headmaster.

"Seriously? This is my assistant?" Mr. Malfoy complained as he stared at the girl in front of him. "You could've chosen anybody except Diggorys sister?" The women at the front desk just looked down ashamed, but not once did Mr. Malfoys eyes leave Lucille Diggorys figure.

"Did you seriously just kidnap Potters sister?" Theodore Nott asked Draco Malfoy. He had his arm firmly around Ariella Potter, a gun pointed to her head with his other hand. Harry was going to pay for what he did- it didn't matter what lengths he had to go to. "Yes," Draco pushed the gun further into her head, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Potters going to pay."

"What are you trying to say?" Mr. Malfoy questioned as the girl sat in her chair. "I've never- I've never actually-." She huffed, her cheeks heating up as she looked up at the person she never wanted to see again. "Are you saying he's never made you orgasm?" (Inspired by romanshome, credits go to her.)

"𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄, 𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗮." 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀𝘁. "𝗜𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱?" 𝗜𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗦𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗽𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿. "𝗜𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗺𝗲 - 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝘂𝘀. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗮."