Draco's a Veela and Harry's a vampire and NO HARRY DOES NOT SHIMMER LIKE A GOD. Harry Potter did not know he was a Vampire until his 18th birthday, there are plenty of surprises along the way for him. Draco Malfoy knew he was a Veela for as long as he can remember but there still things that surprise him. *I start smelling the air and caught a whiff of his scent and followed it and there he is. Harry. Fucking. Potter.* *There he is, my mate, Guess who. Draco. Fucking. Malfoy.* Mpreg, smut, cursing. Highest rankings! #1 in Veela out of 903 stories. 7/10/22 (WTF WHY AM I 1st TF) #174 in Drarry out of 18.6k stories. 25/7/21

! Most of these stories aren't mine BUT I do give credit to the authors! ♪Enjoy♪ (tbh most of this is top harry)

" I want you, " He says. His hand trails down from my back to the back of my thigh. He pulls my leg up to his hip almost too casually. " So so bad, " He says softly, his leg now between mine. " So so bad?" I mimic. He nods, hiding his face in my chest again. His thumb rubs circles on my thigh leaving little goosebumps on me. ----- Sequel to Omega Not

Lorenzo never expected to be looking for a new pack. But when his Alpha's behavior pushes him out, he finds himself fighting in the tournament to show off his skills to potential new Alphas. Only problem is, his old one just can't seem to let things go... Thatcher never thought he'd find himself in the tournament either. Or that he'd end up sharing a tent with someone as sexy as Lorenzo. He just wants to focus on competing. But, man. It's difficult. This could get real complicated real fast. ***Adult Content (18+), ~20,000 words, Gay Werewolf Novella

Literally, inseparable. Disaster hits. After a spell gone wrong, they discover they're bond together for the next week. Without being able to be touched, and without the ability to move further then a foot apart, Draco and Harry have to figure out how to live with each other. However, they soon discover its much easier then they thought. Harry learns he's more then welcome at the Slytherins table, and Draco doesn't seem to hate him as much as he used to. Could years of loathing actually just be childish squabbles? Did they actually just need more time to understand, and speak to each other? Was this the beginning of a new friendship, or something more then they ever could have dreamed? Heavily inspired by 'Hold My Hand'. Same sort of concept, but not the same writing or quotes. So yeah, credits here! ^^ Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Sexual scenes. Updating every day except Friday (that's my catch up on writing day) Chapter length: 1000-1500 words

Just a Drarry fanfiction! Completed 30/07/17. TRIGGER WARNING: Suicide, Parental Verbal Abuse. None of these characters or places are mine but the storyline is and it would be nice if you didn't copy. Thanks!

BxB --------- Torin Frey has a crush. With his eighteenth birthday right around the corner, he'll soon be able to identify his Mate. Hopefully it's the male he's always had his eyes on.

Miles Eaton. A boy who has been verbally abused his whole life. He has always been too hyper for his own good, and has absolutely no filter. His big puppy eyes didn't do much to help him. Calvin Reed. An Alpha who has been searching for his mate for 8 years. He goes to greet the new family in town, and meets his wild mate. Can this angry Alpha provide a hyper boy with tender love?

Wallow Tobias Night is the abused boy never noticed or acknowledge at school, always ignored by his peers. They never ask about the bruises that litter his body that were given by his ever doting mother. But he has a plan. He's given himself one more year to live, if things change for the better hell live on with his life. If not....the pistol in his nightstand will become his best and only friend

I had never been so in love. He was the definition of perfect. I wanted him to live like a prince. I wanted him to belong to me. I needed his love and attention. My heart yearned for him since our first meeting. The seemingly innocent boy...I wanted his body, I wanted his heart. Just by smiling he turned me into a beggar, something I strived long and hard not to become. But for him, I'd become anyone and anything to have and keep him. I cared deeply for him and anyone who wished any harm upon even a single hair on his body was to die by my hands. That was not a threat, but a promise. WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This book may contain content that may disturb, disgust and/or offend you. Please read at your own risk. Thanks. ***IMPORTANT NOTE 10/04/2022: I wrote this book in the manxboy era of corny wattpad stories and even though Toby is well over 18 (he's 24) the language I used when writing this story is very predatory. I will work on changing this when I find the time to edit this book and other older ones which also feature this icky, predatory tone and language. For now please replace "boy" with "guy" or "man" and know that when I describe Toby as being a "boy" it came from a blueprint of how other stories were written and not because I was glorifying predatory relationships. I am very sorry for the predatory language.