When Prince Arthur Phillip Edward was born in 1982 as the first child to Diana, Princess of Wales and Prince Charles, it was always clear that he was one day going to be King of the United Kingdom. Now, in 2017, he has yet to find a wife whilst both of his brothers have found their people to be with. With the pressure at an all time high and the people of the UK wanting to see their favourite prince finally happy, Arthur finds himself debating to abdicate in favour for William. But just then, the dancing queen of the Royal Ballet Company manages to pirouette into his heart. - For the sake of this story William was born in 1983 instead of 1982. Harry's birthyear remains the same.

It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.

"ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ - ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ! ʙᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ - ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ - ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴅ! ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ!" Sophie Swan, a quiet enigma, always wears her gloves and sketches people she's never met. Reluctantly returning to the slumbering town of Forks, she seeks to vanquish demons and reconcile with a past shrouded in mystery. However, she does not expect the underlying darkness that has manifested itself beneath the small-town facade of Forks, nor the tangled web of lies that she stumbles upon, discovering her sister fixed at the heart of it. Surviving unforeseen events, Sophie unearths facets of her own soul previously concealed. How will she navigate the horrors without tipping off the edge? Returning to her hometown, there may be just the right person to gain Sophie's interest-one with the potential to unravel the intricate tapestry of Sophie Swan's hidden life. ------------- AU-ISH. {Warning!} This book was used as practice for my writing, so the writing gets better as the story progresses. The first few chapters are unedited, therefore cringey and full of typos. Disclaimer! The Twilight Saga does not belong to me! My original characters belong to me like Sophie. Other Characters that you do not recognize belongs to me, characters you do recognize belongs to Stephenie Meyer. All of Twilight Saga belongs to Stephenie Meyer. {Warning!} Excessive amount of blood, gore, and death with explicit detail. Mature scenes will come up, and it is kind of AUish.

Part 4 of the Days-Saga! After Idyllic Days, Marvelous Days and Beautiful Days. The adventure of the Cullens continues! Suspicious disappearances, old photos and killing sprees in the idyllic town of Hanover, New Hampshire... The Cullens live blissfully unaware of the coming storm in their happy bubble until the situation gets out of hand. They soon realize that living in such a modern society bears its dangers... When old documents of all the Cullens appear and all eyes are on the Cullen family, they are forced to act. Will they be able to keep their secret? Who is behind it? Who will survive this nightmare?

ON HIATUS--my apologies! Due to some serious roommate problems, Bella Swan has to find new student housing mid-semester and fortunately finds a room to rent in a lovely Victorian home near the University of Chicago campus. But a set of mysterious circumstances set Bella on edge, challenging her beliefs about the afterlife...and love.

After the death of both of her parents, Bella is left to the care of supposed friends of the family. But the longer she stays in their home, the more sinister events become. Family secrets leave her locked behind closed doors, both literally and metaphorically. And her one long-time ally has suddenly turned against her, no longer willing to stand between Bella and her abusive foster father.Plagued by the memories of her mother's death and remembrances of the kind young doctor who, while caring for her mother in her last days, gently removed eight-year-old Bella from her dead mother's arms on the worst morning of Bella's life, she misses the love of her parents, especially after being blamed for the death of her foster mother and the crippling injuries of her foster father. Now all of the people she has loved are now dead...except one. But he now callously joins in her abuse, seeming to take pleasure from her pain. Pinned within the four walls of her small bedroom, Bella yearns to flutter freely, to live a real life once again. Will she ever be rescued from her abusers?

The Behavioral Analysis Unit from Quantico is sent to New York City to investigate a trafficking case. Little do they know, especially Emily and JJ, that it will change the course of all of their lives forever.

This is the sequel to 'Idyllic days'! Now that Carlisle and Esme miraculously have their own daughter Carlie, the Cullen family couldn't be happier, but as always many obstacles will try to take away their happiness...

Hello! :) This will be a collection of oneshots surrounding the Cullen family. Every oneshot will be on the basis of a song that you may choose (and also the couple, if you'd like)! So that in the end, there will be the Cullen playlist! A collection of family memories, sweet moments and funny stories! Be creative :D (you can write me directly or just comment :) ) -All rights belong to their respective owners.-

This is a one-shot taken out of chapters 66 and 67 of "Idyllic Days." It will be mostly out of Carlisle', Edward's or Esme's POV. Esme fell down the stairs on their vacation in London and lost all her memories because of it. The last thing she remembers is seeing her little son as a human and she has no idea who she really is or what has happened ever since... Carlisle and the rest of the Cullen family heavy-heartedly decide to hide their true identity from her and only tell her who they were to her, even hiding Carlie's real identity from her... Will she eventually regain her memories? Will Esme recognize her daughter? How will Carlisle deal with the tragedy?'This is not my home. What are you doing here? I haven't seen you in ten year, Dr. Cullen,' Esme whispered. A cold shiver ran down my spine. 'Esme, don't you remember me?' I asked her staggered...'