reverie /ˈrɛv(ə)ri/ - a state of being lost in one's thoughts; a dream that feels almost real. Gisèle Mortaine was born with a gift that felt more like a curse, necromancy ran through her veins like poison. The Ministry called it a condition, her family called it a legacy. The rest of the world simply called her dangerous. Monitored. Controlled. Experimented on. She grew up learning that power was never hers to keep. Tom Riddle was different. Power didn't haunt him - he hunted it. He watched her from the shadows of Hogwarts, fascinated and furious that something so ancient, so forbidden, could belong to someone other than him. He wanted it, her magic, her knowledge, her undoing. And so began their quiet war: brilliance against brilliance, manipulation against manipulation. Hate dressed as fascination. Obsession mistaken for destiny. Because sometimes, to possess power, you must destroy the one who holds it. And sometimes, what begins as a reverie - a dream - becomes the nightmare you cannot wake from.

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. It was carved into her bones, told since she was a kid, a truth she never dared to question. But then she met one dark curly Skaikru boy. And suddenly, she wasn't so sure anymore. Bellamy Blake x oc season 2 The 100

„𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." I was always Harry Potter's shadow. The extra kid. The freak. The mistake they never talked about. He got the scar, I got the silence. He tried to protect me, but even Harry couldn't fight whispers and stares. So I learned to fight back. To stand alone. Long before the ring burned itself into my skin. Long before the chamber showed me things I was never meant to see. Visions. Bloodlines. Names erased on purpose. Allies hiding where light doesn't reach. But maybe it took him, to really show me that I'm not weak. Mattheo Riddle. Voldemort's son. Cold eyes, cold heart. A monster before breakfast if he feels like it. They say his bloodline's cursed. Forbidden, doomed to rot itself out. Maybe that curse is a myth. Maybe it's the way the ring reacts when he's near. Maybe it's me for wanting him anyway. He's the monster in every bedtime story. But he belongs to me. ------ Hey everyone 🤍 Thank you so, so much for taking the time to read my story. It honestly means more to me than I can put into words. I'd really love to hear what you think, whether it's thoughts, feelings, theories, or just a quick comment. Knowing how the story makes you feel keeps me going. If you feel like voting, that would mean a lot too and helps the story reach more readers. Sending you all so much love, and thank you for being here ୨ৎ

97 ᥡᥱᥲrs ᥲ𝖿𝗍ᥱr ᥲ ᥒᥙᥴᥣᥱᥲr ᥲ⍴᥆ᥴᥲᥣᥡ⍴sᥱ ძᥱs𝗍r᥆ᥡᥱძ 𝕰ᥲr𝗍һ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥣᥲs𝗍 ᥆𝖿 һᥙmᥲᥒі𝗍ᥡ sᥙr᥎і᥎ᥱs ᥆ᥒ 𝗍һᥱ 𝕬rk-𝗍ᥕᥱᥣ᥎ᥱ s⍴ᥲᥴᥱ s𝗍ᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒs 𝖿ᥙsᥱძ іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥆ᥒᥱ. 𝕭ᥙ𝗍 ᥣі𝖿ᥱ sᥙ⍴⍴᥆r𝗍 іs 𝖿ᥲіᥣіᥒg, ᥲᥒძ 𝗍іmᥱ іs rᥙᥒᥒіᥒg ᥆ᥙ𝗍. 𝕿һᥱіr s᥆ᥣᥙ𝗍і᥆ᥒ? 𝕾ᥱᥒძ ᥆ᥒᥱ һᥙᥒძrᥱძ 𝗍ᥱᥱᥒᥲgᥱ ᥴrіmіᥒᥲᥣs 𝗍᥆ 𝗍һᥱ sᥙr𝖿ᥲᥴᥱ. 𝕬m᥆ᥒg 𝗍һᥱm іs 𝖅іᥲ 𝕰ᥣ᥆іsᥱ 𝕶ᥲᥒᥱ-𝗍᥆ᥙgһ, ᥴ᥆m⍴ᥲssі᥆ᥒᥲ𝗍ᥱ, іm⍴᥆ssіᑲᥣᥱ 𝗍᥆ ᑲrᥱᥲk-ᥒᥱ᥎ᥱr ᥱ᥊⍴ᥱᥴ𝗍ᥱძ 𝗍᥆ ᥴrᥲsһ-ᥣᥲᥒძ іᥒ𝗍᥆ ᥲ ᥒᥱᥕ ᥕ᥆rᥣძ... ᥆r іᥒ𝗍᥆ 𝕭ᥱᥣᥣᥲmᥡ 𝕭ᥣᥲkᥱ, 𝗍һᥱ ᥴһᥲrіsmᥲ𝗍іᥴ, rᥙ𝗍һᥣᥱss ᥣᥱᥲძᥱr ᥕһ᥆ іᥒs𝗍ᥲᥒ𝗍ᥣᥡ gᥱ𝗍s ᥙᥒძᥱr һᥱr skіᥒ. 𝕭ᥱᥴᥲᥙsᥱ іᥒ ᥲ ᥕ᥆rᥣძ ᥕі𝗍һ᥆ᥙ𝗍 rᥙᥣᥱs, ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱ ᥴᥲᥒ ᑲᥱ 𝗍һᥱ m᥆s𝗍 ძᥲᥒgᥱr᥆ᥙs ᥕᥲr ᥆𝖿 ᥲᥣᥣ.

"You're dangerous." "So are you. That's why we understand each other." Natalie Rivera never meant to kill her mother. But the Ark doesn't care about the truth. Locked away in the Skybox for a crime she can't explain, Natalie was just counting the days until her execution-until she woke up in a dropship hurtling toward a ruined Earth. Now she's one of the hundred. Tough, sharp-tongued, and haunted, Natalie doesn't take orders-especially not from Bellamy Blake, the self-appointed leader with a god complex and a hero complex wrapped into one frustratingly attractive package. They clash. They fight. They burn. As tensions rise between the delinquents, and new threats emerge from the forest beyond, Natalie and Bellamy are forced to work together. What begins as loathing slowly morphs into something more complicated. Raw. Addictive. Dangerous. Because falling for someone like Bellamy Blake could ruin her. And maybe that's exactly what she wants. Enemies. Allies. Something in between. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was war. Bellamy Blake x FEMoc book 1 of? THE 100

A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY "And one day someone walks into your life, a total stranger, and they become so important to you. And while you're only known them such a short time, you feel you're loved them for a lifetime." #1 Ranking for #TheMazeRunner #1 Ranking in NewtFanfic #1 Ranking for #Thomasbrodiesangster #1 Ranking for TheDeathCure #1 Ranking for #Gally #1 Ranking for #DeathCure #2 Ranking for #Newt #2 Ranking for #Thomas #2 Ranking for #Frypan #3 Ranking for #TMRfanfic PUBLISHED 12 - 27 - 23 REWRITTEN 03 - 17 - 23 ACT I 02 - 08 - 25 ACT II in development ACT III tba END DATE tba *The cover photo, gifs, and banners go to @Ivvyky !* Commentary/ feedback is welcome. I do enjoy reading what you guys have to say <3

꒰ 🚲 ꒱ synopsis 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 in which, a chance run-in with Tilly Walsh-steady, warm, achingly familiar-upends Mike Wheeler's ordinary day. But when Holly and Teddy describe a blond man in a brown blazer they call "Mr. Whatsit," Mike senses trouble. As old feelings resurface, keeping Tilly safe becomes just as urgent as finding his little sister.

!Percy Jackson x Female OC! ── ⋆⋅✶⋅⋆ ── ❝I can lose everything but not you... Oh gods, not you. ❞ ✶⋆.˚ 𝒲here two souls finally meet. ── ⋆⋅✶⋅⋆ ── Enemies to Lovers (One sided) The Lightning Thief - The Last Olympian (book 1?) © 2025 lovelyykiera :: all rights reserved 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 - When two opposing forces finally meet.

Riley Thornton knows the rules. Don't cross the line. Don't let things spiral out of control. Do not get close to him. JJ Maybank is the line she always wanted to keep away from. She knows the rules. He breaks them. She comes from order. He - from chaos. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But the more words, the sharper they cut. The longer they look, the more dangerous they become. After all, the Kook and the Pogue aren't supposed to get close, right? There are rules that should never be broken.

"So when did you- you know- fall in love with her?" Thomas smirked, knowing he had him right where I wanted him, with his head in Fionaland. "Woah," Newt defeated with his hands up, "What?" "I may be slow to getting to know things around here, but I'm not that slow." Tommy chuckled, "I mean I'm pretty sure half the camp has a crush on her but you're fifty shades of complicated." He rubbed the back of his neck, "You keep surprising me, Greenie. It's... just history now." He played absentmindedly with his fingers. "Why do you ask? You uh... have a thing for her?" "Gally would happily filet me if I did." I joked. He laughed but didn't seem fully at ease. "No. I don't have a thing for her, she's a friend." He nodded, with a silent radiant of pleasure. I broke and asked him about her, "Is it really history? I mean... ever since I noticed you two together now I can't stop noticing it. She walks into a room and I feel like I have to remind you to breathe." He pulled a chair over and straddling the back of it. "You know when you're running through the maze and you're almost finished, you can see the glade and you have all this built up adrenaline? You're sore, tired, sweaty but you still feel the last bit of energy to get you home? That's what I feel whenever I'm around her. It's like every nerve in my body wants to wrap around her but I also teetering on the verge danger that would come with that." "Why does she hate your guts so bad then?" -- #1 in #MAZERUNNER #1 in #NEWT -- Enemies to Lovers because it is superior. You're welcome. Stop reading this and just read the damn book. Trust me, it's got some spice and a little bit of everything else. You can yell at me in the comments if you don't like it. Based of The Maze Runner, Scorch Trials, and Death Cure movies.