"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.

This is a Harry Potter prequel Fan fiction for the ship Jily. Lily Evans has always hated James Potter. It was a truth written in stone. Nothing could change that. Or could it? The amazing love story of how Jily came to be....

*This is a Percy Jackson fanfic that occurs after the war with Gaea.* Gods are starting up a war. Nothing is stoping them after they start. But what caused this in the first place? Once it's done, nothing can stop the war. Better to prevent than to stop. A new threat against the demigods. A new demigod might help them, or may cause their destruction. Love? Death? A new found friendship? Possibly a new found brother hood? Follow this 6 demigods, on an unraveling journey of a new prophecy. a prophecy with more destruction, more deaths, but possibly a happy ending to all?? Sounds fun? Maybe.... Maybe not. Disclaimer: All characters that you might recognize, belong to that troll called Rick Riordan, or what I call Uncle Rick. That troll for all us demigods...

You used to live a normal life. But since your father was a demon weapon, you were sent to the DWMA. You meet tons of friends, but you still can't fully transform. When you finally succeed, you find out something shocking, that could be important, and potentially dangerous. You have to learn how to control your new ability, and furthermore, how not to cause harm with it. Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Meg, and the various students of class crescent moon Cover by @fandomgeneration

Iris doesn't know who she is, not yet. They are trying to get her. They want to twist her mind into thinking things. She strives not to be sucked into their black hole of ignorance. She doesn't belong there, and needs to escape, soon, before it's too late.

Three wars. Three wars, they've gone through. You'd think it'd be enough for them. It's more than enough. It's more than enough for all of them. It's more than enough for any human being. But when the gods smell trouble, and ask them for one last favor. How could they possibly say no? Like this: "NO!" It didn't work. So off they go and did this one last job for the gods, which the gods say is for the better of everyone, and went off to this place where this trouble starts. What is this place? High School. Disclaimer: All Rights to Rick Riordan. Sequel to War of the Gods.

CURRENTLY IN THE PROCESS OF BEING REWRITTEN!