Desired | Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott, 18+

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Lea...

The Lost Daughter

"I..what the fuck is your problem? I...didn't do anything.." I was finally able to speak a few words as he took back his hands. I immediately rubbed my neck at the place he put his hands on. Trying to ease the pain. He stared back at me, his lips forming into a smirk. "You exist. That's my problem." My eyebrows pulle...