Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐓 #𝟐 ] 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 cold-hearted millionaire. After taking over Meadows Enterprise: Consultancy company. Involved in crime organizations. A man who doesn't see the good in people just deceives them and uses them like a pawn. 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐋 savage, feisty & a surgeon. On the day when the was the happiest girl on earth, she doesn't see the heartbreak that's coming for her. The enemy that she gave a chance, shattered her heart into a million pieces. Now, facing a family crisis, another mess her way. Grayson Meadows is back to win her heart back. Under one roof, living on the same floor, only one wall separates them from gaining back their pleasure.

˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ Zora Krum has spent all her life in the shadow of her cousin Viktor. Raised in a traditional Bulgarian family more concerned with finding her a husband than supporting her Quidditch ambitions, she hides her frustration and anger behind a sharp tongue and bold heart. Oliver Wood's final year at Hogwarts means only one thing: winning the InterHouse Cup. Quidditch-obsessed and oblivious to what happens around him, he seems to be good at one thing only-keeping the Quaffle out of his goal. Zora and Oliver have known each other for years, their known rivalry is born from summers spent at an elite Quidditch camp in France. She lives to get under his skin. He can't stand how good she is at it. But when she arrives at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, everything shifts. She's determined to prove she's more than just Viktor's cousin and he's determined to achieve his goal. As the pressure on Zora grows and Oliver tries to fight his distraction, everything gets messy when they fall into something neither of them can ignore- feelings they've both been avoiding. Or in which two rivals collide and the game is no longer just about Quidditch. ˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗ #1 in oliverwoodfanfiction #1 in viktorkrum #1 in oliverwood #1 in gryffindor

"You're Bellatrix's daughter." "Isn't that unfortunate for the both of us?" At Hogwarts, names are everything. And Elara Lestrange wears hers like a curse. She knows how to disappear. She's been doing it her whole life - in shadows, behind her name, between the pages of stories that always end in ash. And George Weasley is everything she was taught to despise. But war is a patient thing. And hatred makes a strangely faithful companion - until it doesn't. How many times can you say goodbye before it counts as love?

Two Weasleys. One girl with a wicked tongue. And a secret buried beneath her skin. Roseanne Sinclair never believed in fairytales. Her childhood was stitched together with bruises and her smile hardened into armor. She always thought the hardest battles were fought with a wand. But the past she tried to bury is clawing its way back, and it's more dangerous than anything she's ever faced. When Fred and George Weasley start to unravel her defenses, the flirtation feels harmless at first, just playful banter between friends. But something darker is stirring beneath Rose's carefully constructed walls-a twisted magic she can't escape, an ancient power rooted in her past, and a sigil she can't hide. The more they try to pull her in, the more her secrets claw to the surface. A mark on her skin, an ancient power, and a ritual that demands sacrifice-she can feel the chains tightening. If she doesn't fight back, the price will be her life. But the cost of escape might be even worse.