Ryland Grace survived Project Hail Mary and somehow that was only the beginning of his story. Five years after Project Hail Mary, Ryland Grace has built a quiet life on Erid spending time with Rocky, Adrian and his students. Then a ship crashes onto the planet carrying a human-like alien explorer with secrets of her own. As Ryland is pulled back toward Earth, buried truths about the Hail Mary mission begin to surface and the connection growing between him and Senita may cost them both everything. Ryland Grace x FemOC Alien OC Slow burn ***posting new chapters Monday & Thursday*** FYI - This is still a rough draft so I will go back and update as I have time :) - Feel free to comment and provide feedback!

Sabrina Carpenter x Fem OC 🥇 1 in #sabrinacarpenter 🥇 1 in #sabrina 🥇 1 in #famous 🥇1 in #sweet-romance 🥈2 in #celebrity Fresh off a demanding yet successful overseas tour, a disciplined 26 years old Royal Marines Captain reluctantly agrees to accompany her younger sister to a Sabrina Carpenter concert-more out of sibling duty than personal interest. Expecting little more than loud music and a crowd she doesn't quite fit into, she arrives guarded, composed, and out of place in civilian life. But the night shifts during the performance of "Juno." Amid flashing lights and a roaring audience, Sabrina's eyes lands on her-sharp posture, unbothered presence, and a quiet intensity that stands out in a sea of fans. Intrigued, Sabrina leans into the playful theatrics of the song, singling her out. In a flirtatious twist, she has the captain "arrested" as part of the act, pulling her briefly into the spotlight. The crowd cheers, her sister is ecstatic, and the captain-trained to remain unshaken under pressure-finds herself unexpectedly disarmed. As the concert continues, Sabrina keeps returning to her-subtle glances, teasing smiles, and knowing winks that feel far more personal than performance. What began as an sibling obligation turns into something confusing for the captain, who can't quite explain why she's feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Later that night, away from the stage lights, Sabrina and her friend Paloma slip out in disguise to a nearby bar, for a moment of normalcy. By coincidence-or perhaps something like fate-the captain ends up in the same bar, having been dragged along by her sister for post-concert drinks. Neither recognizes the other immediately. But when they do, the energy from the stage lingers-only now it's quieter, more intimate.

When Grace wakes up on the Hail Mary, he tries everything he can to wake the only surviving crewmate from her coma. Nothing works until he meets Rocky. Grace and Finch find themselves on the Hail Mary without their memories, but with one common goal: save the stars. Neither of them expect to find a home in Rocky, nor for their bond with him to bring them closer. As they learn more about themselves, their mission, and how they lost their memories, they quickly realize that neither of them are equipped to deal with the growing comfort they find in each other. Rocky decides he's done watching them dance around it and takes matters into his own very exasperated hands. A Project Hail Mary fanfiction that takes place after Grace meets Rocky. This story is mostly canon compliant with a few minor deviations explained through flashbacks on Earth.

As a celebrity's personal assistant, your job is to pull strings for him so his life is easier and better. But when he starts doing the same for you, heartstrings also get involved, and life gets a lot better than you anticipated... ___________________________________________________________ ACHEIVEMENTS!🏆 #3 actor (out of 13.8K) #4 celebrity (out of 21.6K) #4 assistant (out of 4.84K) #10 ryan (out of 8.51K) #1 ryangosling (out of 270) #6 celebritycrush (out of 446) #57 fancic (out of 14.1K) #1 gosling (out of 85)

Dr. Ryland Grace is an eighth-grade science teacher - nothing more, nothing less. Well, a little bit more. Clara Jang is a design engineer who has spent her life chasing impossible problems - and solving them. When the Sun begins to die, the world turns to Project Hail Mary as its last hope. The stakes are impossible, the timeline is worse, and failure means extinction. Ryland and Clara are used to solving problems. They're just not used to facing the end of the world together. Or to how quickly "working together" starts to mean something more. | Project Hail Mary movie + a bit of the book | | includes smut |

A prophecy foretells that only one girl is destined to cure the king.

❝Love is for children, My Royal Highness. What I feel is much fitting for a man of twisted fixation... Obsession.❞ His expression sharpened more than a thousand knives as he says, ❝𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓭𝓻𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓽, 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸.❞ 𓇢𓆸 The crown was a prize Tom needs to fulfill his calling. To attain it, he sets off his noble Knights of Walpurgis to romance and marry the heir of the wizarding throne-Princess Astraea Carden Hestine. But infatuation grows strong the moment the invisible string pulls closer. Crimson shall meet winter; warm against cold. And meticulously, carelessly, a twisted man unwinds himself for a blossom growing in the snow. But darkness doesn't subside-it merely stands on the sidelines, slowly consuming every light it can find. And it found her. Kept her. But lost her through that darkness.

"Sweetheart, you are the badger, I am the snake, but in this chase, I am the predator and you are my prey." With that he moulded their lips together, sealing their fates permanently. (Chapter 20) ~*~ She was a girl who wanted nothing more but to fade away in surroundings, he was a boy who wanted to be known by everyone. She was a girl who wanted to be invisible, he was the boy who wanted to rule them all. She was a girl who wanted nothing to do with him, he was a boy who wanted to do everything with her. He was Tom Riddle, but God who was she? P. S. Extended summary within. ~*~ © 2017-2020 _nomad_ © © This story is copyrighted, so no stealing. No part to be reproduced in any form anywhere, without the written permission of an author. © "The Harry Potter characters are borrowed from J. K. Rowling." "Images belong to their rightful owners." ~*~ Highest rank #421 in fanfiction as on 01/05/2018 and #1 in Harry Potter. Thank you so much, my wonderful readers. It was impossible without you.

"In a world of whispered secrets and broken vows, a Raven dares to outwit the Serpent." Tom's eyes flicked almost lazily to the tip of her wand, and his lips curved in something dangerously close to a smile. His eyes moved back to her face. "Still so quick to defend yourself, Travers," he said, almost fondly. "Tell me what you're doing," she said through her teeth. He crouched, picked up a stone from the forest floor, and stood. "Answer a question for me, Selene," he said. "What are your favorite flowers?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why?" He just looked at her. And in turn, she glared at him, refusing to answer. But the answer bloomed in her thoughts anyway-quiet, unbidden. Peonies. He nodded once, almost as if he had heard her thoughts, and raised his wand over the stone. His lips moved, barely audible, a soft and intricate spell she didn't recognize. And before her eyes, the rock bloomed. Their paths should never have crossed. But when Professor Slughorn assigns him as her tutor, Selene Evangeline Travers is drawn, unintentionally, into the sights of someone who does not take kindly to surprises. And Tom Marvolo Riddle does not let go of what intrigues him. ----- The detailed description is available inside the book's Prologue. ----- Highest Rankings: #1 in riddle #1 in darklord #1 in pureblood #1 in wizardingworld #1 in salazar #1 in voldemort #1 in jkrowling #1 in tomriddle #1 in salazarslytherin #1 in horcrux #1 in tommarvoloriddle #1 in slytherin #1 in hogwarts #1 in heir

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆