Madelyn Waters, eighteen, is not your typical high schooler. With a secret manipulative ability, as well as being charismatic and extremely promiscuous, she finds herself lost in a never-ending infatuation with older men. All of that stays in tact until her eyes fall upon a man with a daughter near her age, one in which she befriends to get closer to her main goal. She is willing to test her morals to no extent in order to have this man, while unintentionally discovering that buried deep within her soul is a girl who simply wants to be loved. She learns of love, rejection, and most of all, she discovers herself, while also igniting an illicit affair.

DISCONTINUED FOR REWRITING ❝You're still a prick.❞ I say out of breath. He kisses down my neck lightly biting between kisses as I hastily unbutton his shirt. ❝Mhm,❞ He mumbles, his tongue peaks out as he kisses my collarbone. ❝And you're still a bitch.❞ He unzips my dress. ❝I hate you.❞ I bring his mouth back to mine in need. He grinds into me letting out a low groan. ❝Good, likewise,❞ He rips off my dress leaving me in my lace underwear. He licks his lips, his eyes growing dark at the sight. ❝Now stop talking and let me fuck you, yeah?❞ ♚♚♚ Ever since Phoenix's dad was murdered in front of her and her mom kidnapped by the same man- Andrey Petrov- all she's wanted is revenge. Her own personal vendetta. Finally the day comes where she can go on the risky mission to find her mom and kill Andrey But there's a catch. She has to work with a team for the dangerous mission. What's even worse is that her rival -Agent 18- Hayes Kingsely is on the team. What will happen when the two agents start a no strings attached relationship so they can tolerate each other out of the bedroom? Will they be able to keep their feelings strictly lustful? Follow the agents on a mission full of action, drama, lust, love, and more. *mature language and sexual content* (better synopsis inside)

𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭

"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"Did you seriously just kidnap Potters sister?" Theodore Nott asked Draco Malfoy. He had his arm firmly around Ariella Potter, a gun pointed to her head with his other hand. Harry was going to pay for what he did- it didn't matter what lengths he had to go to. "Yes," Draco pushed the gun further into her head, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Potters going to pay."

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I don't think I can hold these feelings back anymore," he continued. I tried to brush it off with an awkward chuckle. "I'm sure your feelings only came back because we ran into each other after years of no contact." "Came back? Please..." he scoffed, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me. "They never left." He scooted closer, resting one of his hands on my ankle and gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. My back straightened as every muscle in my body tensed. I wordlessly watched as he softly glided his hand up my calf. My hand clasped around his as it neared my inner thigh, "What are you doing?" "I know you want this as much as I do," he breathed out. - SEQUEL TO MUFFLIATO | MATURE CONTENT WARNING | Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #3 in dracolovestory #9 in spice

Draco Malfoy really hates Hermione Granger. Everything he gives two fucks about is entirely contingent on the decisions that she makes and she doesn't even know it. If he's not careful, she's going to fuck it up for the both of them and then they'll all wind up dead. He never thought his life would depend on having to get between her legs and into her head. _____________________________________________ "I should have known," he said, "It's always the good girls who like it rough. Do you like it rough, Granger? Be honest," he purred into her ear, his left hand rising to wrap itself around her throat as he continued to press his right hand up against her, "I really don't like liars." con•tin•gent: subject to chance; dependent on [all rights go to jkr yuck] [not appropriate for audiences under the age of 18]