𝘛𝘞: +18 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘉𝘋𝘚𝘔, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 & 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭. Fred Weasley hated that Slytherin girl with his entire soul; Lilith Arambella was not only Severus Snape's niece, the daughter of one of the most dangerous Death Eaters to ever exist but also, the Beater in the Slytherin team and a terribly good player (nearly as good as him!). Fred Weasley couldn't do anything but hate her, and the feeling was pretty much reciprocal. ✵ • 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 • 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 1994 - 1998 + 𝘌𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 • 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 • 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 • 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗔/𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗧𝗪𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. [ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞-𝐰𝐡𝐨-𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭-𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐛𝐞-𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐉𝐊𝐑 ] 𝓍𝒶𝓃𝒶 <3

[ongoing] what if the boy who ruined your life comes crashing back into it? ✰ ✰ ✰ Briar Elliot's worst fear just came true. Casey Brandt is to blame.

Tinslee Thomas only has three goals for her sophomore year at Jakins High school. 1) Ace her math final. 2) Succeed at playing matchmaker and matching everyone with their forever person. 3) Making sure Callan Parks doesn't find out her big feelings for him. Callan Park's only goal for sophomore year is to get out of Tinslee Thomas's friend zone and maybe get another no hitter.

Izebel Katz has lived her entire life trapped with her psychotic foster parents. Until one day they are found dead. Suddenly she's being shipped across the country to meet the five brothers she never knew she had. Who happen to be the leaders of the most ruthless mafia in the world. She thought her dark past was behind her, but as she settles into her new life she quickly realizes she's mistaken. *EXCERPT* "Where are you going?" I turn around and sure enough there is Ryland LaRue. Standing there with his dark green eyes and perfectly slicked back brown hair. All of it disgusts me. "You followed me." I smile. "You...look familiar." "And you're drunk." He smiles. "Let me take you back inside." "I'm not drunk." I pout. "Promise." He rolls his eyes, yet he's still smiling. Then he walks towards me and gently grabs hold of my arm, pulling me back to the door. And I let him, only until we're close enough to the wall. Then, I twist his arm back and hit him in his gut with my knee, driving him back to the wall where he hits his head against the brick. "Like I said...I'm not drunk." I smirk. I put my right arm underneath his throat, holding him in place and use my free hand to grab my knife which I taped to my leg. "You little liar." He smirks looking down at me. "Shut up." I snap, bringing the knife to his throat. "I want you to tell me everything." He chuckles and then leans his head back against the wall. "You're going to have to be a bit more specific than that, princess."

November twenty-second was like any other Tuesday for the world, but in Valenchester, it was only the beginning of the Arcana Killer's terror. *** Ethan Covington, billion-heir and media-sweetheart is dead with a death card in his pocket - a small gift from his murderer. Now, it's up to Amara, the lead detective on his case, to hunt down the killer and bring them to justice. But what she doesn't know is that the answer doesn't lie in the present. Ten years ago, Janet Holloway, a seemingly normal seventeen-year-old, took her own life - a tragedy everyone in Valenchester desperately tried to forget. Ten years later, the town is haunted with her possible return for blood. Amara must choose which victim to side with - the man with skeletons in his closet or the girl back from the dead. But what if the truth isn't as normal as you'd expect? What if hunting for the truth leads Amara down a rabbit hole of her own past, and the hidden motives she joined the police department with? What if the truth she's been searching, has been searching her this entire time? [Updates Every Week]

Poetry Book! Things we all thought but never had the courage to say! Some of these poems will be relatable to me and some will just be for you to relate to. These poems are short and simple but tend to have deep meanings to them, some meanings are obvious and some you have to think about a situation to figure the meaning out, the meaning is up to how you relate to it. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Sixteen year Aayushi and Artemis seem like normal teen girls with silly overly ambitious ideas. Silly, and definitely not regarded seriously or dangerous at all. When their secrets are revealed one by one, danger and a chance at power is within reach. Will they cross the line for everything that matters to them? --- Discontinued however may be rewritten.

This is post-canon, post The Queen of Nothing. It will mostly be fluffy married Jurdan because I love them so, so much. Chapter 2 is Cardan's POV from the battle in the woods to where she says she loves him. Please feel free to comment ! Characters and backstory belong to Holly Black ! Cover art by Ritta1310 on Tumblr !

A compilation of fanfic stories about the Cruel Prince Series by Holly Black, featuring mainly Jude and Cardan. *Includes spoilers for all 3 books: the Cruel Prince, the Wicked King, and the Queen of Nothing* *Spoiler alerts provided* Enjoy!

"I hate you." "Are you sure? I don't think I got a fair chance." "I am." "Are you very sure?" "Has anyone ever told you that you're full of yourself?" "No." "Well, they should." ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ Her definition of perfect was quiet and dull. He was anything but. Theo Parker was full of life; smiles always lighting his face and a camera on him, ready to snap a photo at any given moment along with almost living at the basketball court. Smiling at anyone who looked his way. She wanted to hate him, but she couldn't find it in her to do so. He defined perfection as impossible. Until he met her. He was aware of the glares and harsh words she sent his way, but under what seemed like not so subtle hatred she was smart and caring. Camilla Moretti didn't need anyone's approval or cared about their opinions. She didn't need anyone, and he admired that. Sometimes staying is easier than leaving; but maybe leaving would've been more simple. ·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙ I just wish someone would stay