[Highest Rank ~ #1 in Fanfiction] 7/18/2016 BOOK ONE → "YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE ME!" He screamed. You stared down at the silver pistol that was dangling in his hands. You watched the man that had the fate of your life in his hand. You were beyond scared. the man in front of you was handsome yet fatal. His face was something you've never seen before but the shiny contraption in his hand snapped you out of your thoughts. "I DONT LOVE YOU & I NEVER WILL!" You shouted at the top of your lungs, all of sudden becoming brave. Once you saw his face, you regretted your bravery. "Take it back." He whispered while holding the gun up to your head. A tear streamed down his face as you watched his shaky hand clutch onto the trigger. + Copyright 2015. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

"Must be tough, everyone loves you, don't they? So goddamn perfect. They don't see it but I do, Potter. I can see straight through you." "And what do you see, Malfoy?" "That you're a mess, aren't you?" She stared at him, rivalling his own expressionless mask. "You're the first person to say that to me." "Well of course," he swung a leg, pacing around her lazily. "Everyone is too busy seeing the hero, but when you hate someone enough, you see their flaws, their weaknesses." Her mask fell and she smiled to herself. "So you hate me?" She said, playfully. "Of course, isn't that what we do, hate each other?" The smile grew enough for dimples to appear. "I guess so." "So yes, I hate you." "I hate you too," she smiled. Draco couldn't help it, his lips tugged slightly at the corners while laughter stayed restrained in his glimmering eyes. "Good, I'm glad that's established," Draco announced. "We hate each other." --------------------------- A miserable childhood of neglect, Harper Potter needed someone to teach her the ability to love in order to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. She just wasn't expecting that someone to be the guy who taunted her every quidditch match. Featuring. Female Harry x Draco

(Newt & Reader story) Alone and confused, you wake up in the middle of a Maze, with no idea of what you're doing there - and with no memory of who you are. Thrust into a new world of chaos, dictatorship and bloodthirsty monsters that lurk in the Maze walls, your only comfort is in a boy with blond hair and deep brown eyes whose voice brings you familiar comfort. However, as you battle for your way out of the Maze, you soon discover that you're not as clueless about your life as you first thought, as you begin to embark on a terrifying journey of love, trust and survival - yet every journey comes with cost and sacrifice. This slow-burn romance follows the Gladers' journey from the Maze, across the Scorch and into the Last City. Packed with gripping twists, intense dialogue and heart-lurching surprises, it will leave you with a thirst to read more... [Finished!] All credits for characters and plot goes to Wes Ball and James Dashner.

𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘: 𝐈. 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥- 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. ✔️(𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺) 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘝𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘎𝘒 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘊𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰 •𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋! 𝐈 𝐈. 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 '𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 '𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥.

"Believe me, I don't consider anything about your blood dirty at all," he smirked. I gaped at him. "You are infuriating." "What can I say," Malfoy purred. "I live to watch that little flush on your cheeks." Melody Taylor lived life like a pulled back fist, but never quite had the courage to punch. What happens when she is destined to do so? MalfoyxOC

→ SEQUEL TO SHE'S MINE BOOK TWO → "Are you aware that you were kidnapped by Jason McCann?" The detective asks. What? Did he confess to everything? I sat their watching him closely. There's no way I'm going to say anything. I'm not giving in to anything this cop is trying to lower me in. I just sat there silently. I don't have to answer any of his questions right? I hope Jason isn't. "Because, Jason has confessed that he kidnapped you. He says you were his victim." He says. Why ask if you already know everything? Why would Jason even tell them that? "Can you tell me what you specifically remember?" His eyes are studying mine closely. The detective has an intimidating look as he watches me. His face softens as he eventually leans closer, placing his crossed hands on the rusted table. "I know you're scared but you don't have to be. He's gone. You're safe. He will never hurt you again. He's going to get what he deserves." He whispers soothingly. Is that supposed to make me feel better? What does he deserve? "The death penalty?" I ask emotionally. "Most likely." He says, confirming my deepest nightmare. This can't be happening. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.