Y/N black after the death of her mother Edelyn Roein and arrest of her father Sirius Black is placed at the care of The Weasley's . When she finally gets her letter to Hogwarts along with Ronald she is super exicted. She meets a very cute boy on the train and little did she know that making friends with this boy would lead to adventure after adventure and near death expeirences. AN notes This story will contain FLUFF I honestly don't know about smut. The story is from 3rd year to 7th year along with a prolouge and epilouge . Hope you enjoy this story !

Lyah is the picture of perfection - the good girl with an untouchable reputation. At school, she's admired for her purity, her discipline, and the quiet strength she radiates. But everything changes the night of a masked carnival, when she meets a mysterious boy whose identity remains hidden behind a mask. That night sparks the beginning of a secret and dangerous game. Every night, he climbs through her window, always masked, sharing moments of forbidden passion without ever revealing who he is. No words. No names. Just shadows, desire, and the thrill of secrecy. Torn between guilt and longing, Lyah finds herself spiraling deeper into obsession. Who is he? Why won't he reveal himself? And what truths lie beneath the mask?

Noah, un jeune homme franco-norvégien d'origine congolaise, est envoyé en Afrique par son père diplomate après un drame qui bouleverse sa vie. Arraché à son confort européen, il se retrouve confronté à une réalité qui le dépasse... et à une femme qui va bouleverser son cœur. Adjoua, forte, méfiante et profondément ancrée dans sa culture, n'a pas le temps pour les étrangers aux airs perdus. Mais Noah n'est pas comme les autres. Deux âmes blessées, deux mondes opposés... Et un destin qui refuse de les laisser s'ignorer.

She was just trying to survive. He was the trouble she didn't need. Christina has never known love, not from her family, not from the world. As a stepdaughter, she's only ever been a burden, mistreated and ignored. Then there's Jack Cole who is cocky, reckless, and every bit the bad boy he's rumored to be. He teases her, gets under her skin, but what Christina doesn't know is... he's been in love with her all along. She doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in good endings. But what if, this time, they're both wrong? WEEKLY UPDATES >♡

Imagine awakening with amnesia. Most would lose their mind and our amnesiac is no different. Though he handles it better than most, his curiosity slowly pulls him into a magical adventure filled with danger, death and sometimes loss on an unimaginable scale all in order to regain what he's lost. Will he finally recover his memories and gain the peace of mind he so desperately needs or will its revelations pull him even further into the abyss..... Feel Free to comment. Do keep in mind these are all mere first drafts!

Ps....Nothing comes before Something. In short you have to read Nothing in order to understand Something I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.I am not a waste of space. I am not a disgrace. I am not pathetic. I am not nothing. I am something. I am something. I am.......Something. I wiped away the stray tear that managed to break through and took a deep breath. Nobody should see me weak I am strong. "Please let me go" "I can't and I won't" "Trust me there are better females out there, beautiful and strong, not broken like me" "I don't want other females . I want you. Only you" "You don't understand what your saying" "I want you. I need you. Only you" "It's something sinister. Something of old. Something that will consume you. Don't listen to him. It's all lies. It's always been lies. He doesn't care. He never did" "Who are you" "The only person who will finally make you to be something " . . . Sequel to Nothing. Cant be read as a stand alone. In order to understand this you must read 'Nothing'.

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

Blackwood Manor, an isolated, eerie mansion deep within the woods. The manor has a dark history, with rumors of tragic deaths and a curse that haunts those who live there. but people slowly die off one by one only one will survive