In a world where Soulmates exist, people are born with or without one. I, Aera Irene Whitfield a 20-year-old Actress who is studying business have been blessed by not one but SIX soulmates. But something happened. At the age of 16, I met one of them. I only saw their eyes through the pulled down window of a black Mercedes car. The eyes of those who found their soulmate glow of a blue hue. I could feel my eyes changing color but then the car drove off. Not even a day later, my eyes turned into a pure silver shade. That means I've been rejected, not by one but by all SIX soulmates. I'VE BEEN REJECTED BY WHO KNOW'S WHO! ****************************** I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED, CREDITS TO THE ARTIST, IF YOU KNOW WHO THEY ARE PLEASE TELL ME SO I CAN GIVE THEM CREDITS, I ONLY FOUND THE PICTURES ON PINTEREST Copyright Notice: ©2022 Ivory Valentina. All rights reserved. ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Upload schedule: Once a Week, Twice if I feel like it. Started: August 20, 2021 Ended: The Third Book I made

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

For the past fourteen years, Anushka has lived a quiet life with her father, believing her world was simple and complete. But everything changes when she is suddenly forced to move in with her mother's family-a family she barely knows. Confused and unwilling, Anushka struggles to adjust to a life that feels stranger than she ever imagined. What she doesn't know is that her entire life has been built on secrets. Secrets about the past. Secrets about her family. And the biggest one of all-her other half. Somewhere out there, her twin brother is alive... a truth hidden from her for years. As fate begins to unfold, Anushka is unknowingly pulled into a dangerous underground world filled with power, enemies, and dark alliances. In that world, destiny has already chosen a path for her-one that will bind her forever to the man she hates the most. But in a world ruled by secrets and obsession, hate and love are often separated by a very thin line. Ig- _velvet.words

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝟏 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧,𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. '𝖼𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇g' IM BACK TO POSTING!! #1 in tragedy #4 in titanic #1 in survivors guilt #1 in jack and rose #10 in wtm #4 in rose dawson #8 in rose dewitt bukater #2 in no bashing

In June of 1980, Voldemort successfully took control of the Magical Ministry. For eleven years, Magical Britain was finally at peace, with only a few rebels fighting against the New Ministry. Voldemort stepped out of the limelight after the end of the war, choosing instead to focus on something important: His son. A four-year-old Inferius who goes by the name 'Little One' and is completely adored by everyone who meets him. But Little One holds a lot of mysteries. Who is he? How did he die? But most pressing, what is his relationship to the Dark Lord? Everything is fine, of course, until the Order decides to take Little One away from a very protective and possessive Dark Lord. And somehow, that is the least of the Dark Lord's problems. Add one clingy, annoying Death and one all-seeing, secretive Fate and you might just have a story! Follow Voldemort as he struggles through protecting his child, fighting off a very persistent Death, running an entire country, and for Merlin's saKE CAN HE PLEASE BEAT FATE AT ONE BLOODY GAME OF CHESS????? AKA: The Voldemort adopts an Inferius Harry fic that no one asked for, but surprise, it exists! [Very OOC and not a Tomarry/Harrymort. Recently changed summary, same story!]

They have two choices; Survive together or Drown alone... What happens when a fight that shouldn't have occurred, throws the duo almost a century into the past. Will they help each other survive or will they face death before they can return to their own time. ***STORY UNDER CONSTRUCTION* **SOME OF THE TIMELINE PORTRAYED IN THIS STORY IS BASED OFF OF REAL FACTS AND REAL PEOPLE. I DO NOT OWN THEM.** I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters. That right goes to the AMAZING J.K. Rowling. I do however own some of the made up people and places you will encounter through this Dramione adventure. *Some parts and quotes from the real movie Titanic are borrowed by me, for this story. It is NOT a Jack and Rose story. There is no Heart of the Ocean*

So it Goes... series [James Potter/Hermione Granger fanfic] Voldemort is dead, but so is Harry. Hermione watches more of her friends die in the final battle and it seems like it will never end. Then she's hit with an unknown spell. She wakes nearly thirty years in the past, in a world not too different, but so very strange. Adopted into a pureblood family she attends Hogwarts with the ghosts of the past. There's no going back, so it's forward from here, and well, if she couldn't win in the 90s, she's going to win now.

Twists of Fate: Entangled Threads Cassandra "Sandy" Alice Turner, younger cousin to none other than the Hermione Granger was thrown into the peril of the Wizarding World as a Muggle-born witch. Despite being two years younger, she found herself being thrusted into the dangers the Golden Trio faced, over and over again. For a while, she's certain that they'll make it to the end, together, until Voldemort takes over the Ministry just as she was to start her 5fth year. As a result, she embarked on a Horcrux hunt for several months, until the Battle of Hogwarts. There, mid-duel against a Death Eater, she's unexpectantly send to 1975, by the force of a secret prophecy. Now, she's forced to roam Hogwarts' halls alongside her friends' parents, as well as soon to be Death Eaters, all while hiding the scar on her arm that exposes her blood-status. With no way back to her time, and the prophecy insisting on a destiny as a hero, she must ensure Voldemort is stopped, and never to return, during the First Wizarding War, while juggling being a teenager with a crush and mental trauma. Golden Trio Era (briefly) turned Marauders Era (via time-travel) Sirius Black x fem!OC slowburn Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter book nor movie series. This is a fanfiction, where I can freely change events from the original storylines, as well as add my own characters, dialogues, etc. I only own my original ideas and characters.

Harry Potter was supposed to be a savior, a symbol, a soldier. But what if he chose something else? Smarter than Hermione. Louder than prophecy. Fluent in five languages and fluent in none of your expectations, Harry stops playing the game when the Triwizard Tournament hijacks his life-and starts rewriting the rules instead. Nicknaming professors, betting with teachers, talking down dragons, befriending Slytherins, and building a secret network of chaos and theory, this is a Harry who chooses his own path: stranger, kinder, and utterly his. From dueling Bellatrix in games of magical tag to founding a student think tank with Luna, Theo, and Daphne, The Wild Card King is an alternate universe where Harry fights war with wit, wins with laughter, and rebuilds a world too broken to fix with anything but joy. This is not the Harry you knew. This is the one who laughed at death-and meant it.

War. They had dragged her into it, wrapped her in prophecy, and painted her as some messiah with a target on her back, all to clean up their mess. She was supposed to fight their battles, die their hero, and leave the world tidily saved. But Alexandrina Potter didn't give a damn about anyone's savior fantasies anymore. It should have ended. She did her duty, paid in scars and losses, and tried to make her peace. Yet here she was, tossed back nearly three decades by a smugly amused Lord Death, dumped into the year 1958 with a son she'd kept hidden from the world and a blood-adopted daughter who carried a legacy darker than any shadow she'd ever faced. Thomas Alexander Potter, three years old, bright-eyed, her heart's calm anchor. And Delphini Lilith Potter, fierce, sharp, and bound to her not by fate but by Alexandrina's own stubborn defiance of it. They were hers, and damn it, that meant something. Her goals were simple, if slightly ambitious: avoid meddling wizards, rewrite the future, and raise her children without the looming threat of war breathing down their necks. Shouldn't be too hard, right? She'd already defeated one megalomaniac. What was a little time travel, a few impossible odds, and the chance of crossing paths with Tom Riddle when he was still just a snake-eyed schoolboy with delusions of grandeur? Life had given her a second chance-no more, no less. And she was bloody well going to use it. Most Impressive Ranking #1 enemiestolovers out of 117K stories