The feeling was infinite, timeless, magnificent. The pleasure unwilling to stop when time was definite. Her lips only left me unimaginably yearning, yearning for the touch again.

"There's no such thing as soul mates. I mean just because someone is perfect for you doesn't mean you're meant to be with them. The thing about love is that it's unexpected - the best kind anyway."

Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to a time where teenage Tom Riddle had put aside his dark plans for the future. It was all because of the seer, the sensor. Abigail could see the past, and catch glimpses of the future. When Tom seeks help for his dark desires, he has no choice but to turn to Abigail. She tells him things could end up terribly wrong. There's a reason Harry Potter got a chance to grow old with his parents. There's a reason no prophecy was created. Let me take you back fifty years. Let me take you back to where it all began... ______ [ALL RIGHTS TO J.K ROWLING. I ONLY OWN MY PLOT AND CHARACTERS.] Started- April 4th 2015 Finished- December 22nd 2015

Maybe she shouldn't have opened her door in the middle of the night. 24/06/19 #3 in fanfiction 24/06/19 #3 in romance

I'll never have the kind of goodness you have living inside you. Twilight Saga Au / Jacob Black.