Draco and the rest of the 7th year students at Hogwarts have come back to make up the year that was rudely interupted. The 8th year at Hogwarts for the older students would be very different, but maybe new friendships would grow...maybe even new love interests? What happens to everyone when there's no more picking sides? Will Draco be able to function in the shadow of his Father's past? Sirius Black, Goyle, Remus Lupin, and Severus Snape are alive and well. SMUTTT!!! The further you read the more Smut there is!!!

Eli has spent fifteen years being fine. No father, no history, no last name that means anything-just a foster placement in Kansas, a job he wasn't supposed to have, and a very specific list of foods he can eat without his body staging a protest. Fine. Manageable. His. But somehow, hitting a wine bottle at a customer leads him to a family and a home he doesn't recognize. Aleksandr Volkov has spent twelve years looking for his youngest son. He was not prepared for what fifteen years of fine looks like up close. ➜ cover by @sugararmy07

The singhaniya - the four brothers ❤️‍🔥 Ayaan singhaniya[31] Shaurya singhaniya[27] Aarav singhaniya[23] Aaditya singhaniya[20] One incident changed everyone's life especially Aaditya. What happens when truth unfolds the lie !!?? DIVE IN THE STORY TO KNOW MOREE ABOUT SINGHANIYA BROTHERS 💫💥

Ishan clung to Shubman's leg like a terrified kitten. His small hands trembled. His cheeks were red. His voice... broken. "Shub... Shub... don't go. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave your biwi alone..." He hiccupped, pulling Shubman's shirt desperately. "You are my husband... maa said you are my husband. No husband leaves their biwi. Please don't leave me, Shub..." Shubman forced himself to stand, to walk toward the car. Every step felt like punishment. Ishan staggered after him, crying, voice cracking: "SHUB DON'T GO! DON'T LEAVE YOUR BIWI" And then Shubman heard the small thud his tiny biwi on the ground, arms reaching out for him, sobbing like someone ripped his whole world away "Stop The Car." The vehicle had hardly gone ten meters. Shubman pushed the door . He ran .his heart pounding, breath shaking. Ishan saw him. Tiny legs scrambling, he ran too, stumbling, crying harder. They met in the middle Ishan practically crashed into Shub. Shubman dropped to his knees, hugging him so tightly as if the world was ending. "No husband leaves his partner," Ishan sobbed against his neck. "Shub, don't go. Don't go. Don't leave your biwi..." Shubman's arms wrapped around him with a protectiveness too deep for his age. His voice was low, trembling, raw. "I won't leave you. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not in this life, baby." Lakhwinder stepped closer. "Shubman... he will calm down. You must..." Shubman lifted his head. And for the first time in his life, he defied his father openly. "I am not leaving him." His eyes were dark, steady, unmovable. "Where my biwi is i will be there. even if it is heaven, hell, or graveyard ,I will go there. I will stay there. I will not leave him. Ever." A chill ran through the entire family. They suddenly understood This wasn't childish affection. Not pity. Not guilt. This was something deeper. Something that ran through his veins like destiny carved into bone

THEM | BL - Brother's Bestfriend. Too close to be just family. Too deep to be just friends. Raghav Malhotra never been in relationship. At twenty-five, his life revolves around business, responsibility and silence. Calm eyes. Controlled emotions. A man people admire easily but understand rarely. Ansh Rathore believes love is worth everything. Eighteen. Soft-hearted. Quiet. The kind of person who loves deeply even when it hurts him. And unfortunately, his heart chose Raghav Malhotra years ago. Some lovers are never allowed to be loved. In Indian families, love like this isn't just forbidden - it's a sin. And for Ansh- He was never mine. But somehow, I was always his. An Indian BL Story. Straight × Gay. Forbidden Love. Slow Burn. Domestic Intimacy. Emotional Dependence. Possessiveness. Yearning. Status : [Completed] 🏅#1 in love 🏅#1 in Indianbl

Liu Quiaqio, the Empress of the Jin Dynasty has given his heart, soul, and body to the emperor, he loved him to the point it exhausted him, but the cold emperor only had eyes for one person, and that person wasn't him, the warmth in his eyes when he looked at that person would never belong to him, the gentleness when he spoke to that person would never be heard by him until his death. "What wrongs have I committed, for you hate me this much? Did I do anything wrong for you to look at me with such contempt in your eyes? Was loving you such a sin?" I asked weakly "Your sin was that you loved somebody you weren't supposed to love," He responded coldly. 'He's right I squandered so much love on him that I did not have any left for my sons and my daughter, for the ones who truly cared about me. If I had one chance to make it up to them I would spend my whole life doing so' I thought as I closed my eyes and welcomed death or so I thought. *Not yet edited* My story! This is not translated nor does it belong to another author. #1 in male pregnancy- 2/5/22 #1 in children-2/25/22 #1 in regret- 4/18/22

In the Han empire, political powers, wealth, and nobility ruled the world where people married not for love but for wealth and politics to elevate their family background to nobility. Every step taken was monitored, and words spoken cut like blades as people strived for high positions using any means. Zhen Chen is the only son of First Madam Ling and Prime Minister Zhen Feng, who is considered half male and half female since he is blessed with the ability to bring life into the world (ger). Zhen Chen's only wish is to be pampered, live carefree all his life, and marry the crown prince of their Han kingdom. But everything he saw, heard, and did was part of his stepsister Zhen Jing's scheme to climb higher. In the end, he was betrayed by Crown Prince Wu Yang, who married his stepsister instead. Zhen Chen, who could not watch his mother being criticized by the nobles, chose to end his life only to be reborn when he was 17 years old on his grandmother's 70th birthday.

"Its...forged from my favorite gun"... His eyes burning into Ishan's... "It means you belongs to me"...to "THE SHUBMAN GILL"...

Yue Xin was a genius. A dreamer who danced between mathematics and art, chasing the impossible. His final creation was meant to preserve consciousness itself... until the experiment killed him. Or so he thought. When he wakes again, it isn't in his world. It's in the cold body of Zhao Yuexin - the Sixth Prince of an empire that doesn't even remember his name. A child discarded. A prince exiled to silence. A life meant to wither in the shadows. But Yue Xin doesn't do silence. With a crooked grin and a mind sharper than any blade, he decides to rewrite the game. Porridge becomes rebellion. Smiles become weapons. Schemes become his favorite pastime. Every corridor of the palace hides enemies, but every enemy is just another chance to play. The nobles whisper. His brothers sneer. Even the emperor looks past him. But little by little, the forgotten prince carves his place into their eyes - not with obedience, but with laughter, charm, and chaos. And then, there's him. Wei Riyuan - the Crown Prince of another empire. Cold, disciplined, untouchable. Until Yue Xin's mischief forces his steady sun to collide with his restless moon. What happens when a boy meant to be forgotten decides to shine instead? What happens when the one dismissed as useless becomes the one nobody can ignore? ⚜️ This is the tale of transmigration, schemes, and a prince who turns chaos into his crown. Sweet, sharp, and unforgettable. ⚜️ 📌 This story is inspired by another story "The adorable prince's cold rebellion" by kpopstandrv Link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/391837950-the-adorable-prince%27s-cold-rebellion Complete.

"I'm not your brother! Aap log samajhte kyun nhi ho!" Aditya spat, voice sharp, eyes blazing, "I never wanted this family, and I don't belong here! Mereko aap logo ke saath nhi rehna hai. I was better in the orphange." Vikrant's gaze cut through him like ice, every word measured and heavy with authority. "You belong whether you like it or not. Main phir se to nhi jaane doonga tujhe. No matter what." Advik stepped forward, placing himself between the two with a protective calm. "Bhaiya rehne do he is not going to understand our world right now. But there is no way he is going to escape. And I will make sure of that." Ishaan, leaning casually against the wall with a mischievous grin, shook his head. "Bhai, you can try to run all you want. But aapko bohot miss kiya hai hum sab ne itne saalon mein ab wapis to gayab nhi hone denge hum." Aditya's chest heaved in defiance as he thought about how he was caught between these Mafia's who were claiming to be his brothers. "Run if you want," Advik said finally, his voice low and deadly, "but in this family, no one escapes. Not even you." **"He spent years running from the only family he ever had... but some bonds can't be broken, no matter how far you go. Vikrant Malhotra built an empire from blood and control, Advik enforced it with iron fists, and Ishan watched over everyone with quiet warmth. Arjun thought he could escape them, the family he never asked for. But the Malhotras don't lose what's theirs. In a world of shadows, danger, and loyalty tested by fire, Arjun must decide: stay a lone storm... or embrace the family that refuses to let him go."**