Cameron Honeywood. Star student, varsity volleyball captain. Everyone's best friend, partially because he's just too nice to say no and because he's your literally 'all you need' guide. He's way too social for his own liking, way too hungry too. Also, for god's sake, stop calling that poor man unfunny. He is funny, to a point. Alexander Viktor de Valois. Kraits' leader, ruthless, smart, sarcastic. It's not like he hasn't tried talking to people, he just absolutely hates everyone. It's not his habit to let his prey go, but he does with a certain blond. Every. Single. Time. Because he knows, the prey will come crawling back to him. These two were never meant to cross paths. But for some reason, fate keeps throwing Cameron into Alexander's eyes. And Alex knows what he wants. He wants one thing, and that's Cameron. one night stand with nothing much happening leaves them both feeling incomplete. Til Cameron stumbles upon an unknown place. When he thinks he's off the hook, he just digs his own grave.

~• Gray's thumb slipped down and pulled his bottom lip before resting on his chin. "You're my stepbrother," Luca breathed, trying to hold onto sanity. Trying to fight for a feeling of disgust, guilt, anything. All he could feel was a burning sensation from the inside out, tremors flooding through his body and a pulse between his legs. All he could feel was the ache of his lips that longed to be kissed. He wasn't even sure if he remembered how to, but he wanted Gray's against his. He wanted to taste his saliva and know the smell. His lip quivered at the thought and he bit down on it, doing his best to keep his hooded eyes open. "Then I guess you'll have to keep another secret," Gray's lips brushed his and he sucked in a sharp breath. •~

jordan jones was never one for romance, and she wasn't about to open herself up for the possiblity of getting hurt either. draco malfoy was the face of slytherin, always having the face of his family first. never a thought about girls until he saw her. jordan soon became the slytherin princess without even knowing. - ⚠️TW⚠️ EATING DISORDER all rights go to jk rowling but i do own my oc's also this is written for my sister i stg if i see this on tiktok i will cry y'all it's done :))) - RANKINGS: 2/11/21: #1 slytherin 3/5/21: #1 ravenclaw

The sacrifices he's made for a love that may never be returned are slowly destroying him. °°° Philip, an embodiment of dominance and cruelty in high school, carries a dangerous secret, one that could further strain his already fragile relationship with a cold, powerful Billionaire Riff who, for the first time, made him feel small.. Hatred became obsession. The boy who never flinched at violence now finds himself paralyzed by fear and longing for the one person he can never have. He clings to every scrap of attention, no matter how cold or distant, in the desperate hope that one day he might be seen, cared for or loved by him. His life spirals into more nightmare when.... °°° "Please...." I whispered My hand reached out, trembling, as I tried to touch him, but I stopped just inches from his skin. I couldn't do it, terrified he'd pull away. I let my hand fall. "I love you," I whispered again, "Please...Just something. What do I have to do for you to hold me?" ___ This isn't a typical story where characters fall in love quickly! Content Warning‼️ This book includes depictions of drug use, peer pressure, non consensual situation, and other sensitive topics that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers Please note that I do not condone or encourage these actions in any way. They are just fictional narrative, and I believe anyone involved in such activities should face legal consequences or seek help. Readers discretion is strongly advised! Read The Tags!

Read and find out. Warning Dark Fan fiction

A Drarry fanfiction. Takes place after the war. Disclaimer/Trigger warnings: This story involves sensitive topics such as depression, anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, anorexia, insomnia, and more. Please do not read if you are triggered by any of these topics. Credits for the cover image: @alek.dar from IG

[BOOK FOUR] Leo Morelli has a reputation. He's a heartbreaker. It's chronic. Felix Finley had a reputation. A less fun one. He left it behind. He wants it to stay buried forever. Only when he joins the national volleyball team, old secrets get a little difficult to keep. Felix and Leo have met before. They have history. It's complicated. There's something brewing between them. There has been for a while. Tension. It's palpable. Unavoidable. However, neither of them do feelings. One thinks they're a waste of time, and the other thinks feelings ruin everything. The problem is, feelings don't care about what anyone wants. They happen anyway, and when they do, things get messy.

Trey Jones hates violence. And when he is sent to Highwest institute, he knows he's not coming back out. He will have to deal with many, new, unexpected things like his growing feelings for his cold hearted roommate. Will he manage to live in such a dangerous place? Or will he get caught up by his past and run away?

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 [𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐜]

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.