a variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really cringe or triggering)

"Tell me, who do you belong to?" Ivan stood before Jeremiah, ignoring his hands that grasped at his waist. Clinging onto his body desperately and just from holding him he got some sort of relief, but it wouldn't last. The torment of Ivan's increasing scent flooded the room just to mess with him. Like he always did. "You, I belong to you." "And who do I belong to?" "Nobody." "And what am I to you?" Jeremiah groaned in frustration because the torment was becoming unbearable. He didn't know much longer he could take of this. They've already been set in this marriage for three years, and yet Ivan still hated him. Still treated him this way... "You're...my Omega, and I'm just the Alpha. You dominate me because you're the Alpha in this relationship." Jeremiah makes clear loudly as Ivan began to smile. Shoving him onto his back, he straddled his lap. "Ivan please, I need-." "Beg for me." Ivan demands. His hand gripping Jeremiah's face, smirking at his predicament. He was the Alpha in the relationship, even if he was an Omega, not Jeremiah. And that's how it would always be. No matter what. "Do it." *** Jeremiah x Ivan Alpha-SUB x Omega-DOM

Draco and Harry once again find themselves fighting, but what happens when Draco's spell goes wrong, and he has to take care of an even younger Potter? (I want to say that this isn't my book i'm just rewriting it for the one who had it posted on their account for they deleted it.)

These are all original sad stories I wrote. I really hope you are prepared to be brought to tears. There is one song that you might want to listen to while reading these. Wait- M83 Really sad. (Especially if you watched TFIOS) And please leave feedback, notes, criticism, whatever you want in the comments. I always like to listen. Thank You (I wrote most of this book at 13 years old so don't get too upset if it doesn't sound the best)