Everyone knew Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived. No one knew Sophia Porter was the Dark Lord's daughter. Raised in shadows under a borrowed surname, Sophia enters Hogwarts the same year the Chamber of Secrets reopens-quiet, sharp-eyed, and terrifyingly powerful for a girl of eleven. Sorted into Slytherin, she keeps her secrets buried beneath poise and control. No one knows she speaks Parseltongue. No one sees her slip through the dungeons to stir the darkness beneath the school. No one suspects she walks the same halls as Draco Malfoy-not just as a student, but as a future weapon. She is the serpent's heir. The blood-born legacy of Voldemort himself. And when war rises, so will she. From first year deception to graveyard resurrections, Sophia Riddle is a dark retelling of the wizarding world-where victory doesn't belong to the light, and the most dangerous girl at Hogwarts isn't who anyone suspects. Until it's far too late.

Honours psychology student Layla Mitchell has above-average grades and a slightly-below-average sex life. When she enrolls in a senior course taught by the young, dark and mysterious Dr. Kayden Hall, she finds herself uncharacteristically intrigued by his research into sexual deviance. As Layla's academic fascination extends into the bedroom, her erotic discoveries begin to reveal more about the complex man she's experimenting with. Her inner psychologist is determined to figure him out but he isn't going to let her into his psyche that easily. A not-so-cliché BDSM Romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam.

What if it wasn't anything the current Potter's had done that saved Azalea Potter as an infant? What if the child prodigy Thomas Riddle had tweaked with the horcrux spell before creating them? What happens when they discovered that nothing is exactly what is seems. Fem!Harry, Dumbledorebashing, Explict Sex/ Mention of RAPE. You have been warned. I don't own this book this book belongs to HERMIT532 on Fanfiction.net I DON'T OWN THIS BOOK

Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal! Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life didn't feel like her own. That was one of the reasons she loved reading! She could momentarily escape her world, even though it wasn't possible. Well, at least she thought so. . . . She never expected to be thrown in front of a bus and die. Who does? She never expected that the aftermath of death, was to wake up as a bushy-haired girl from the universe she loved so much. And she truly didn't expect Hermione Granger to have more backstory than what the books mentioned. Well, let's just say it was a twist Julie never expected. "Well that was a bloody dramatic introduction," Hermione said rolling her eyes. ⁂ [1st place • Gryffindorsav Sorting Awards] [ON-GOING] [OC x Fred Weasley (slow-burn (ish))] [PoA-DH]

There's just something particularly strange about Aria Potter this year. Unfortunately, the new 8th year Slytherins are determined to find out exactly what everybody's favorite golden girl is hiding. Post-DH semi-AU Hogwarts. DMxfemHP. - This story was originally posted on AO3 and FFN but I decided to post the complete story here on Wattpad because another user, Izumi_luna_1, is trying to post it here, word per word, and claiming it as her own. For the record, this person is NOT me and does not have my permission to post my story. Please do not support her or encourage her actions. Plagiarism is certainly not okay and very disrespectful to the writing community. You may refer to my profile page for the original versions of this story as proof, fully completed as of May 2021.

Eliza Potter was abandoned in an orphanage by the Dursley's and so 11 years later she refuses to be the Light Golden girl everyone wants. Eliza Potter is more a force of nature than a girl and she refuses to let anything stand in her way to greatness, and that includes meddling old headmasters

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

"You're going to die." She whispered. Dumbledore chuckled awkwardly, patting the eleven year old reassuringly, "I'm one hundred and fifty one, that's a little inevitable I'm afraid, my dear." The first year shook her head softly, a little frustration creeping into her expression, "you're going to die in eight years. Professor Snape's going to spell you off the astronomy tower, sir." Delphi Lovegood is a puzzle wrapped in a mystery, with a side serving of Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Is it any surprise the Weasley twins can't keep their eyes off her? But why is she so reluctant to look back? What does she see?

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

"Watch it." "Watch it," I mock him in a whisper, feeling brave. Suddenly, he gets up from his stool and stalks towards me. His large frame towering over my sitting form. I swallow the last bit of my pancakes slowly, my eyes wandering up his body until they stop at his face. He seems displeased. Very much so. His hand grabs the part where my head and neck connect and he slowly but firmly tilts my head back, his fingers tangling in my hair. His skin is rough on mine but still oddly comforting. "What did you just say?" He asks, each of his words pronounced slowly and precisely. "I-I-I j-just.. I was j-just joking." I barely choke out. "You were just joking, huh?" "Mhm." I nod, my head subconsciously leaning into his touch my eyes closing on their own accord. His thumb caresses my cheekbone and I never want him to stop. I have never had a male being make me feel this good before. Don't get me wrong I did kiss a few people but it never felt as good as what he is doing right now. "Romy?" "Yes," I breathe out, biting my lip. His thumb is quick in pulling it from between my teeth. "Nevermind." He rushes out, detaching his hand from my face. Hey Guys! I hope you enjoy my story. If you do, please leave a vote, thank you :) Highest rankings: #1 in sexy #1 in hot #1 in olderguy #2 in marriage #9 in romance #1 in fiction #6 in newadult #1 in completed #4 in possessive #2 in alphamale #4 in mature #1 in mechanic #2 in details #1 in summer #6 in realistic #13 in love #10 in agegap