This is not a story about what happens. It's about what almost does. At an Ivy League medical school, Isabelle Laurent is known as the Ice Queen-brilliant, distant, untouchable. No one gets close. No one stays. Alexander Whitmore was never supposed to be different. Charming, privileged, and infamous for never staying longer than a few weeks, he understands desire. What he doesn't understand, until Isabelle, is restraint. She believes he doesn't want her. He knows wanting her openly would destroy everything. So they choose the most dangerous thing instead: friendship. "The most dangerous thing about Alexander Whitmore was not his reputation, nor his charm, nor the power he would one day inherit. It was the fact that he never asked for anything from me, and somehow, without realizing it, I had begun to give him everything that mattered." Slow burn • Dual POV • Consent • Emotional intimacy

She's worshipped by the world but only feels safe with him. Gigi Ray is a super model, born into fame and expectations she never wanted. Desperate for something raw and real, she escapes to live her dream to study in Ashford University. Dylan West is just a bartender, charming and playful, impossible not to trust. Falling for her was never the plan, but the more he explored her world beyond the fake smiles and PR, his heart opened up to something dangerous. |Dual POV| |One of Them is Famous| |Friends to Lovers| |He Falls First| #5 in Famous (08th of June, 2026) PLAYLIST Lucky - Britney Spears Sucker - Jonas Brothers My Mind & Me - Selena Gomez The Way I Are - Timbaland ft. Keri Hilson, D.O.E. Rose Colored Lenses - Miley Cyrus What Was I Made For - Billie Eilish Delicate - Taylor Swift Piece Of You - Shawn Mendes

... I'm going to ask you a series of very simple questions. And you are going to be a good girl and give me answers. Can you do that for me?" I nod my head vigorously. "Good. Because for every single lie, or fake answer, or wrong response you give me... I am going to take one of his fingers out with this blade as an immediate consequence of your choice. Do you understand?" My whole body is trembling as I cast a nauseous glance at the bleeding man. He doesn't look like he has a single ounce of strength left to face any more consequences. I force my eyes back to Chance to chatter out my whisper. "What do you want to know?" I sob silently as I look up at him in dispair. How did I ever get here? Who are these people, and why are they digging into my life just because of who I'm dating? I flinch as he let's out a bark like laugh before looking down at me with a triumphant darkness bleeding back into his dilated eyes. "So let's start from the beginning, what is your name?" -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 💕 Xoxo.

Worthless. Useless. Freak. Those are the words Harry Potter has seen reflected at him for as long as he can remember. After years of abuse at Privet Drive and a war that took more than it gave, Harry is exhausted. Voldemort is gone, but the nightmares remain. And despite everything, Dumbledore still insists he stay with the Dursleys until the start of Eighth Year. Then Ronald Bilius Weasley shatters what's left of Harry's world with a friendship-ending betrayal he never saw coming. Burdened by guilt, grief, and memories he can't escape, Harry no longer feels like The Boy Who Lived. But he isn't the only one who's changed. ~~~~~ TW// abuse, depression, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, panic attacks, nightmares Credits// The cover art is not mine. Harry Potter and its characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for original plot elements and OCs. P.S. This is one of my earlier works, so the first few chapters don't fully reflect my current writing style. The writing improves as the story goes on.

🏆x3 Awards! ✨️Second Place for Best Cover in the Cassiopeia Mini Awards. Proud to say What Was Held made the short list in The Original Muse Awards! I'm Liliah. Sixteen, almost seventeen. I hate being me. Why? Ten reasons: 1. I'm stuck in Muxleigh - a suffocating seaside town. 2. My mum only cares when it affects her. 3. My step-dad runs our house on fear. 4. I'm failing the person I love most: my six-year-old sister, Forsythia. 5. I don't know who I am... or why I'm here. 6. I attacked the worst boy in town - now I'm hated, and he's still worshipped. 7. My vice? It's leaving scars. 8. My mental health? Apparently I belong in a psych ward. 9. Bexmoore was meant to be a fresh start. It wasn't. 10. I had two chances at something real... and I ruined them both. I'm at breaking point. Hiding in the dirt, literally, I'm not joking. What I hate the most? How alone I feel. Maybe telling my story means someone else won't feel like this. Before it's too late.