This storm had a name. It wore the faces of kings and monsters. It carried a thousand years of vengeance in its wake. And before it was over, every soul in New Orleans would be forced to choose a side. This story is based off of The Originals by Julie Plec

Layla Hawthorne, daughter of multimillionaire Naomi Hawthorne, also known as the "It Girl" of the Upper Eastside had everything a thirteen-year-old girl could want. She was intelligent, wealthy, and beautiful. She was adored by most and envied by the rest just how she liked it. Having to transfer from her prestigious private school among her wealthy peers to a quaint public school like John Quincy Adams Middle School was definitely a big change for the teenage girl but she was Layla Hawthorne wasn't any obstacle that she couldn't handle. girl meets world | season one-three [ lucas friar x fem! oc ] not every episode or scene included

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝- 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥- 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. [𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲!𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐤𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧]

"watch it, vines might get jealous." "they don't mind... i only have eyes for you." 1) #percyjackson 1) #jasongrace 1) #frankzhang 1) #romans 1) #heroesofolympus 1) #greece 1) #blackoc 1) #leovaldez 1) #nicodiangelo

mean girl jade west takes a liking to the shy girl who transferred classes. what could possibly go wrong? i don't this will be an actual story, it will mainly be one-shots. WARNING⚠️ : smut this is my first story so please be nice and give me advice !!

CAGED! | ❛Yes, my teeth, and ambition's are bared; be prepared!❜ ( prince ben/oc ) ( discontinued ) ( descendants i - ii ) ( all rights to disney )

❛I CAN'T LIVE IN DREAMS IF MY DREAMS ARE TO COME TRUE❜　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ( descendants prince ben )

Can you feel it? (#1 in the disneydescendants) (caged rewrite) (all rights to disney)

Dominique is the new girl in town. Her unique nature fascinates a certain farm boy. Clark Kent x OC I do not own Smallville or some plots. I only own Dominique and her story.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin