They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

How far do you go to take a break from reality? Drugs; Alcohol; Self harm... Struggling to figure out who she is Sofia Night's has to put her life on hold to be able to give her brother everything she could never have growing up. What happens when the only thing keeping Sofia from ending it all get's taken away. Less sleep; Raging thoughts; no escaping from the demons that remind her of the past... Will Noah Martinez become her new addiction or will he be the cause of her destruction.

Six years after the war, Hermione has the picture perfect life. She's married to a loving husband, has the Ministry job she always wanted, and friends that are loyal to the end. So why does she have to glamour away the bruises on her face, as she reaches for her bottle of Muggle pills? No, her life is far from perfect. Draco has lived his life day-to-day for the last six years. After taking over the Malfoy estate from his estranged father and spending most of his time rebuilding the Malfoy name, he realizes he's missing something in his life. That's how he finds himself working alongside a certain Golden Girl, who seems to have lost her fire. Post war Dramione. *COMPLETE* Being translated into Brazilian Portuguese here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/300909032?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Bru4150&wp_originator=pJ6rw8NWhqXQ9FYK0%2BtsX%2F1KOT%2FqZ2X4gfyaFpc%2FheFNSLaYK1Y4uREQIef2af8FGUQcl8D%2BrmVZbDMUGUvUZaBOo6RqwQL26RqkR34m%2BjK8cTBpKJz4zhVHg%2FjC5Dbr

[UNEDITED] Marina Vettle had struggled all her life with abuse from people who were meant to care for her, driving her to become almost dependent of substance. This until one day she crossed paths with the handsome Giovanni Liotti. They clicked instantly. But everything changed for her when she found who he really was.

She's the architect rebuilding their headquarters. He's the SWAT officer who doesn't let anyone in. Sparks fly. Tension builds. And neither of them is ready for what happens when walls start to fall. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance packed with heat, heart, and high stakes. ⸻ Warnings; mature content 18+🌶️

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

I do not own any characters from acotar, they belong to s.j.m and her only. After being pushed into the cauldron, Althea Acheron's life would change forever. For better and for the worse. Set during all 3 books.

Born blind and under the rule of a cruel dictator, Persephone has only known a life of both literal and figurative darkness. And she doesn't see a way out, at least, not until her father brings home a strange human female and her world changes in ways that she couldn't have ever imagined. (Obviously I don't own the ACOTAR series. Any characters, plots, or dialogue from Sarah J. Maas's ACOTAR series that you find here belong solely to her. I only claim Persephone and her storyline as my own)

~~~*Complete*~~~ Alpha Alexander Weston is a ruthless killer when it comes to ruling his pack. No one should ever double cross him and death and destruction were common in his wake. He was to be feared by those around him and was prone to getting what he wants. Nothing was big enough to stop from taking what's his. Luna Princess Ke'aysha Moore is the youngest in the Moore family and waits for her time to be married off to benefit her pack. She's been sheltered and family always comes first but her bark isn't as big as her wolf, especially for being part of the royal family. But good things come in small packages. Alexander's weakness becomes a 5-foot tall little wolf that has more balls than the rest of his pack does.

"We're so hopelessly screwed in our own fucked up reality of a Shakespeare play" "That we are. Hopelessly screwed" In her desperation to escape the prison of her life, Chloe Coulson accepts the position as prison psychologist. Where she meets, Oliver Harwood. A convicted murderer on death row... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I love you as certain dark things are to be loved in secret, between the shadow and the soul" -Pablo Neruda © 5_Seconds_Of_Mikey