COMPLETED 4/4/2021 "The people who often times do terrible things, are the same ones who have had terrible things done to them." After Lord Voldemort murdered Harry Potter in the Battle of Hogwarts, the world became plagued with a darkness unlike anything it had seen before. Muggles were slaughtered in the streets, the Dark wizard's opponents were executed for show, and all those who had fought with the Order were forced into hiding. Avalon had lost it all-- her friends, her peers, her loved ones. Everything. So, when she was thrown back in time to 1943, she knew that it was up to her to change the course of time and rewrite a new history-- one in which she had to find the Horcruxes and murder Tom Riddle before he could ever become Voldemort. Tom Riddle. Avalon Hendrix. Either she was going to kill him, or he was going to kill everyone she loved. They were nothing more than two products of extreme circumstance that chose two very different paths, yet had time for their roads to converge. --Due to the amount of spoilers in the comments, I will be muting all accounts who comment with the #RR hashtag. Please do not do this.-- •WARNING• This book contains themes and scenes that are intended for a mature audience.

❛ 𝒔𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. ❜ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 you attend welton preparatory school and befriend a group of boys when a certain brunet catches you eye. #1 in charliedalton - may 31, 2020 #1 in robinwilliams - september 12, 2020 #1 in toddanderson - november 3, 2020 #1 in poets - november 29, 2020 #1 in neil perry - january 1, 2023 ❪ charlie dalton x reader ❫ ❪ dead poets society ❫ ❪ @deadpvets 2020 ❫ ❪ completed ❫

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖆 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓 𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖇𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖆𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 There were no female students at Welton Academy. There never was and, most likely, there never would be. That is, until, a certain teacher's daughter is given special permission to attend. Todd Anderson x OC DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dead Poets Society. Everything (except my OC and minor plot tweaks) was created by someone else Cover Art: NEEDED! If you can do cover art please private message me! Thanks! :) 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: July 7, 2021 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: October 8, 2021

Theodore Nott love story! "You can slap me again. I liked it" 04/08/2021 - #1 in theonott Started : 04/04/2021 Finished : 04/29/2021

What starts off as a healthy relationship changes as the dark lord rises and some are left with no choice. Theodore Nott with his victim complex and Flora Burke with her savior complex what can go wrong? TW: extremely toxic relationship, manipulative tendencies Authors note: Hello there! Hope you enjoy this story, I wrote this because most fanfics literally drag Theo and I wanted something genuine for him. Dark academia was my inspiration while writing this. Hope you enjoy! Also in case you haven't noticed each chapter is a song title that goes along with it. Highest rankings #2 in Theodore Nott #1 in hogwarts witchcraft and wizardry THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 21k reads!!!

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.

"Sweetheart, you are the badger, I am the snake, but in this chase, I am the predator and you are my prey." With that he moulded their lips together, sealing their fates permanently. (Chapter 20) ~*~ She was a girl who wanted nothing more but to fade away in surroundings, he was a boy who wanted to be known by everyone. She was a girl who wanted to be invisible, he was the boy who wanted to rule them all. She was a girl who wanted nothing to do with him, he was a boy who wanted to do everything with her. He was Tom Riddle, but God who was she? P. S. Extended summary within. ~*~ © 2017-2020 _nomad_ © © This story is copyrighted, so no stealing. No part to be reproduced in any form anywhere, without the written permission of an author. © "The Harry Potter characters are borrowed from J. K. Rowling." "Images belong to their rightful owners." ~*~ Highest rank #421 in fanfiction as on 01/05/2018 and #1 in Harry Potter. Thank you so much, my wonderful readers. It was impossible without you.

In 1939-1945, Ophelia Mariè Baudelaire, a French ballerina studying at the Teatr Wielki, in Warsaw, is caught in the crossfire as the Nazis overrun Poland. Hoping to survive long enough for the nations to make amends, she aids away with the help of her teacher and flees to Berlin, with the intent to reach France. There she's hesitantly taken in by a retired German philosopher who passes her off as his granddaughter. However, residing in enemy land is proven difficult as she's forced to greet her invaders as they gather to witness the fall of France. Will Ophelia manage to return to France and find her family or will she also crumble under the cruel circumstances of war?