when april hayes tries to prank an unknown discord @, she finds herself not being able to stop talking to them. AKA, clay wright knew it was a prank, but he was too intruiged to delete the message. this fic contains: anxiety panic attacks cringe arguments possible nsfw and of course, gushy love <3

+44 #### ###### does 2+2=4? will you go on a date with me Me obviously WAIT WHAT +44 #### ###### nice im free next saturday ~in which Mila Allen gets a text from a mystery person who is desperate to get to know her

Sunday Louise Kincaid never belonged at Hogwarts. Not really. The only daughter of a Kentucky folk-witch and an American soldier stationed in England, Sunday grew up with holler charms, Bible hymns turned to spells, and the drawl of mountain songs in her bones. When her letter arrived on her eleventh birthday, she stepped into a castle of stone and shadows that was never built for a girl like her-an Appalachian witch with dirt under her fingernails and coal in her pocket. For six years she kept her head down. A Hufflepuff with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, Sunday avoided trouble, avoided gossip, avoided Draco Malfoy most of all. Not because she hated him-no, that would have been easy-but because she had always seen something behind his polished sneer. Something dangerous. Something broken. Something she wasn't supposed to touch. Now it's their seventh year. Voldemort has risen. The Carrows rule the school. The halls echo with screams and silence. And Sunday can't avoid Draco Malfoy anymore. He's not the boy she remembers. He's thinner. Paler. His silver eyes hollow, his hands shaking as if carrying a weight too heavy for seventeen. He's marked now-Death Eater-and everyone knows which side he stands on. But when Sunday looks at him, really looks, she sees the truth: he's unraveling. What begins as stolen glances in the library grows into whispered words in the dark. What begins as silence grows into something that feels like salvation. But salvation is dangerous. Forbidden. Impossible. As war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts, the two of them are pulled into a secret tether of desperation and want. Every step closer is a risk. Every kiss is betrayal. When the final battle comes, Sunday will stand and fight. And Draco will face the question that has haunted him all year: When the smoke clears, will he walk back to the parents who beckon him- or toward the girl who taught him there's more than ashes waiting at the end of the world?

I don't even know what I'm doing but here it is a Shouta Aizawa AU fanfic ! 🔞 Adult content

Blackwell Boarding School is swarmed with cameras that prey on the students in order to film for the reality TV show that shows an exclusive inside to an elite school. Zora McQueen avoids the glistening TV screen when her nudes are spread around campus, instead taking comfort with the only other person who keeps secrets from the public. Alluring mystery and dubbed slut, Eliott Hearse. Except now, Eliott is missing and no one has the faintest idea where she could've gone. Taking matters into her own hands, Zora believes that the answers may lie in Eliott's favourite game: chess. Partnering with the school's best chess club player, Arwyn Truong, Zora learns that not everything is as it seems and that perhaps the old school holds far more secrets than they'd care to admit. Some secrets hitting dangerously close to home. In order to see things for what they are and find her friend, Zora must escape the gossip and cameras that follow her closely and embrace the title she adorns. The only way to do that? Follow the Slut's Guide to Chess. [2022 Watty's Shortlist] [Featured on Wattpad Editors' Picks, April 2021 + 2023]

The Den is in mourning and itching for revenge. The word on street is Peter has a new friend and they are plotting. It looks like Chaos might be down for the count. But that doesn't mean their isn't havoc to create. It's been four months since the bombing of Shifters' Den. Shifters' Den has been on lock down. Absolutely, positively no humans are allowed to enter into the Den. There hasn't been a peep out of the Agents for the four months. No word has been released to the public if the infamous Chaos is actually dead, but no one has seen her either. Right now, everyone is holding their breath waiting for the other shoe to drop. And oh how that shoe falls hard.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -&gt; The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

The Agents. A secret society that kidnapps, tortures, and experiments on shifters. The Shifters. Trying to live life before the fey decided to tell the world about their existance. Trying to make a safer world for their children in the chaos. Chaos. Chaos? Well, no body actually knows who she is. What her motives are. Or how she came about. Everyone know just knows one thing, Chaos is dangerous and is itching for revenge against the Agents

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine. - Anthony J. D'Angelo Life has never been easy or simple for Ellie. She was born deformed, the outcast of her pack, abused and shunned. She spends her life running from the negativity and the darkness, trying to find her happiness. All she wants is peace and joy, but what is she supposed to do when rejection, sorrow and frustration is all she ever seems to be capable of finding? Maybe not everyone deserves to be happy, but where did she go wrong? What could she have possibly done to deserve such torture? This story is only half edited and kind of a mess in my opinion! There will be plot-holes and mistakes! If you see any feel free to point them out and I'll fix it up during editing. This was my first ever story so it needs some help lol Just a few of my favorite comments: Loved it? It turned into my life!!! Ellie's stab made me feel pain in my chest as well. You weren't kidding when you said the story wasn't that predictable. Honestly, whenever a new twist came, I'd say it was familiar(because the sudden situation Ellie would find herself into is) but it still caught me very much off guard nonetheless. You had a knack for making me invested in one paragraph therefore surprising me in the next. I loved that. the thrill, the suspense, the shock and pain. And because you made it first person pov, the reader could relate or maybe even see themselves in Ellie's life. I am looking forward for the sequel. I'm proud to say i read this book and was here before it became 1M+ reads. 100/10 score👏 you[author] deserve it. This needs to be read by many. - @JRDRRS WHAT. A. PLOT. TWIST. fricken genius - @xsapphira 😭😭😭8 literally cried and sobbed I don't think I have ever done that before in a book its always just silent tears...... This book is truly amazing - @daedalian9 You sure know how to keep someone hooked. It was a crazy ride.- @Inumidun700

[Complete] When a dangerous criminal comes across a lone house in the woods, he figures it's the perfect place to hide out for the night. Only to find out it isn't lone after all.. criminal!louis || hostage!harry