Zoey Gunner never visits Pine Falls, Colorado, her mother's mysterious hometown. But when Zoey's estranged grandmother passes away, the crafty crocheter volunteers to venture into the unknown to clean out the woman's cabin. Besides, she needs some distance from a set of lovingly overbearing brothers. A chance to prove her independence. But when an unclear flyer lands Zoey and her balls of yarn in the middle of a motorcycle club's bar, she becomes tangled with the residents of Pine Falls. One handsome biker in particular seems hell bent on tying her up in knots. Warner Jameson wants Zoey. She smells like the perfect mate with a side of maple syrup and her laughter is the sweetest sound he's ever heard. When the woman appears in the Dark Moon Riders' bar toting a bag of crafts and showing no fear toward the mass of intimidating bikers, it's all Warner can do to keep from kneeling at her feet. The problem is, not only is Zoey an out-of-towner, she's human. And he's...not. Unwilling to let his supernatural secret ruin his happiness, Warner decides to show Zoey just how lovable a monster can be. It helps that she needs rescuing a time or two. But what start out as unlucky accidents, soon become clear actions of sabotage against the woman he's falling for. Someone in Pine Falls doesn't want Zoey sticking around. Asking her to stay is dangerous but leaving means a broken heart... *Note: this story has not been professionally edited. Sorry for any typos!

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘

Set in Sixth Year, when Harry's depression, PTSD, and anxiety push him over the edge, two unlikely characters come to his rescue. Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter and all of it's characters belong to JKR and Warner Brothers

The world has changed-forever. Still adjusting to their new lives, our heroes will have to uncover a dark conspiracy lurking in the shadows. ***** A year and a half have passed since Kismet infected the world with Primonium. Atlas had taken it upon themselves to protect the world from Prime-related threats. But after a series of tragic events, a sly senator proposes a plan to prevent any future catastrophes. However, this plan isn't exactly as it seems. While trying to get to the bottom of a conspiracy surrounding this plan and the senator who created it, a group of rogue Primes is trying its best to destroy everything Atlas has built. As our heroes dig deeper, they learn that their enemies are everywhere; even amongst themselves. There's no telling who they can trust. [BOOK ONE IN THE PRIME ARCHIVES TRILOGY]

In a world where the ocean hides secrets beyond imagination, Cole, an ordinary high school boy, believes that asking a girl out is the hardest thing he'll ever face. But everything changes when he encounters Nessa, a captivating mermaid who pulls him into her underwater realm. As Cole explores the vibrant and perilous world of the merfolk, he finds himself entangled in their ancient conflicts and struggles for power. Amidst the chaos, he becomes increasingly drawn to Nessa's enigmatic brother, Kieran, the prince of the sea. As their bond deepens, Cole must navigate a treacherous landscape of loyalty and danger, discovering that love and courage can be found in the most unexpected places.

(Y/N) has known Kageyama Tobio for almost her entire life, because they've been next door neighbors and best friends since elementary school. Now that they've started high school, things have started to change... Could (Y/N) like this Tsundere volleyball player? I DO NOT OWN THE HAIKYUU FRANCHISE OR THE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY

Compared to Kiyoko I am just a little kid who has an intimidating grandfather. I'm so plain compared to her. A girl with an average, forgettable look. Kiyoko's beauty is simple. It has elegance to it. She doesn't let it go to her head too. Parts of me have always been insecure. Gramps and Keishin-nii always called me pretty but they had too, they're my family. I'm just average. Every once in a while I just start comparing myself to everyone around me and it sucks. It's not like I'm angry at Kiyoko - I actually have gotten to be good friends with her, it's just that I know I could never measure up. Tanaka has his heart set on her. Who can blame him? Haikyuu does not belong to me only the plot and Y/n.

Oikawa's sister... the great Oikawa Tooru, and his little sister. To get out of his shadows you went out to forge your own path, one away from him, but still with him. Just a couple of Oikawa sibling antics as they both work towards their dreams. Ups and downs and maybe even some love in between. The life of Oikawa Y/N, the first Oikawa to go to Shiratorizawa. I do not own Haikyuu or any of the characters ! Though there will be a significant amount of OC's which I've added for the sake of the story :) !! LOTS of manga spoilers !! Cussing! Lots of it too ahaaa This story travels throughout different parts of the series. The first 60~ chapters begin before cannon world actually starts! It starts with reader as a Junior high student for the first couple chapters before leading to Shiratorizawa. Once Shiratorizawa and that volleyball world starts, you're a first year until I say otherwise. (Chapter 63 ish is when you move on to second year) So yes, this starts before cannon, so EVERYONE IS YOUNGER, at the beginning. I'll add notes to clarify ages as the story goes on! Story is haikyuu x various until you finally end up w the ML🤭 this shit long asf, you've been warned‼️ Started; December 12, 2020 Ended; June 28, 2023 most impressive rankings 🥵 #1 on haikyuu #1 on oikawatooru #1 on Osamu #1 on Hirugami #2 on anime #2 on Atsumu #2 on Iwaizumi #5 on fanfiction Cover from azuldegracia on X

Yuki Nishinoya was set to lead Japan's future in volleyball, until one tragic moment at the National Finals shattered everything. The injury changed her life, stealing not only her ability to play but her memories and spark. Four years later, she's a ghost of her former self, withdrawn, and disconnected from the sport she once loved. But when her younger brother's team needs an assistant coach, Yuki reluctantly returns to the court. Coaching reignites a flicker of passion and unlocks fragments of her forgotten past. As she rediscovers who she was, Yuki must confront the trauma that's kept her grounded. And through it all, she finds unexpected support, and maybe something more, in the boys' coach who refuses to let her give up on herself again. Will Yuki rise from the ashes of who she was, or will the weight of her past keep her from flying once more?

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.