The finale to The Culled Crown series. ***** Monroe Benson is a girl made of lies--a girl made of lies who fell in love with a boy who excelled at telling them. The son of a sailor, he'd said. A nobody. Liar. Beautiful liar. Shouldn't she have tasted those lies on his lips? Shouldn't she have known? And even if she hadn't seen it, hadn't thought to look deeper into his past, shouldn't he have told her? Liar. Liar. Lair. He should have been honest. All those nights they'd laid in bed together and he'd never even been who she'd thought he was. Lies. All of it lies. And what would she have done if he'd mustered the courage to tell her the truth? Would she have run from him? As Monroe finds herself imprisoned once more in Oredison Palace, the answers to those broken questions hardly seem to matter anymore. The Culling is not over. There are four girls left. Four girls, all of them goddess-chosen and goddess-blessed. And the crown is not finished with them. The whisper of that roiling, dark power in Monroe's blood has not dimmed, even with tacet suffocating it. The game is not over. That toxicant throne was not sated with the blood of a princess. The throne craves a queen. The goddess craves blood. Erydia craves a revolution. And to end it all...to end the Culling and change the world, the liar---the boy with the golden tattoos and the artist's hands---must die. May the goddess be honored.

A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought that she left that life behind when she escaped Russia, but she will soon find that her past lingers just behind her, hiding in the shadows. A boy with veins as green as the serpents he has the power to speak to and a plan to become the darkest wizard of all time. Though handsome, charming, powerful, and annoyingly clever, he has a weakness. A weakness in the form of a petite Slavic girl with a talent for wagging her tongue and getting under his scaly skin. A weakness that he denies every moment and tries to be rid of every second. A match like this can result in only one thing. Pain.

"she was the type of person who'd explain how she was going to stab you in the front before she actually shoved the knife in... and you'd let her. she'd probably even pass the knife to you so you can shove it in your own chest...and you would." tom riddle was in line to dance with the devil and evelyn maeve was happy to give him the chance.

[meh- ta- noy- ah] *Greek (n.) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life ☆☆☆ Veruca Penderwick is an extraordinary witch. With her powerful magic and strong heart, she will be his second chance. She will be remembered as no more than a Hogwarts student, but she will be so much more. "It's as simple as that, maybe as complicated too. But it's good. No matter the way it happened or keeps happening, it's good." Tom Riddle will forever be a mystery to most everyone who knew him. His dark mind and incredible charm will not aid him, however, when Veruca practically falls into his lap. "No one expects an angel to set the world on fire." ☆☆☆ DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any of the Harry Potter characters mentioned in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I DO own Veruca Penderwick and her story, as well as her family and their history. Any other OC's of mine, also belong to me. They will be mentioned here as I add them to the story. Oc's of mine: Victorie and Sylvester Webb Moony- the cat

Azalea glared at the smug man in front of her. "So, why have you suddenly decided to start barking orders at me?" she asked icily. "I have a task for you," Tom replied, his observant gaze sweeping over Azalea. "A task?" she inquired with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds dreadfully boring."

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It has been 20 years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Lucia is conflicted in her life, and even more so when she meets an 18-year-old Tom Riddle who travelled into the future in search of the way to ensure his infinite immortality. But immortality isn't really living, and Lucia is determined to show him how it feels to be alive. Truly alive. *** This story contains mature themes, including but not limited to: crude language, illicit drug and alcohol abuse, sexual content, mentions of suicide and other adult themes All credit for the ideas relating to the Harry Potter universe (unfortunately) go to J.K. Rowling. The rest of the story is my own. Highest Rank: #2 in TomRiddle

Regan Diggory is a golden girl in Gryffindor about to begin her next school year at Hogwarts along with her popular and protective older brother Cedric. People believe she is bound to end up with the chosen one, Harry Potter but things start to change for her when the Slytherin Prince, a dark boy named Draco Malfoy takes her by surprise. They fight through multiple obstacles including coming face to face with death. Will they end up together in the end? Will both of them survive? *this is semi slow burn but there is plenty of rated R content* He broke the kiss, curling his fingers around mine. "I want you, again." he whispered in my ear. "So, take me." I urged. I was craving him again, everything about him started a fire inside me, pushing my emotions into overdrive. "I want it to be different this time-" he started. "I want to make love to you." And then he began kissing me again, open mouthed, soft lipped kissing me. At first, I was nervous, almost like it was my first time, it sort of felt like it was. ----------------------------- DRACOS POV "Do you love her?" He hissed, slamming me against the siding of the manor again. "Well, do you?" "Yes, more than anything." "Then trust me when I say this is the only way the girl will survive." He continued. "You cannot go with her, he can find you." "I can't- I can't let her leave with him." I pleaded. "She will die otherwise!" "There isn't any other option?" I begged. ---------------------------- RANKINGS: #1 in #Malfoy 12/2020 #1 in #halfbloodprince 01/2021 #2 in #Triwizardtournament 01/2021 #20 in Draco 12/2020 #1 in #halfblood 01/2021 #143 in Fanfiction 02/2021

Regulus Black x OC x Sirius Black (love triangle) A story of two families, with both hate and love written in the stars. Regulus Black has known two things his entire life: one, Colette Rosier is his best friend, and two, he is about to be the youngest Death Eater and heir to the Black family fortune. Okay, maybe that is three. It is the start of Regulus's Sixth Year, and he is about to receive his Dark Mark. What can possibly go wrong? Apparently, a lot when his brother, notorious playboy Sirius Black, is involved and has eyes for his best friend, Colette Rosier. If only the twist of fate, foolish blood vows, and his desire for the Dark Mark didn't stand in the way of what was right before him. A wild enemies-to-friends-to-lovers' tale of possession, hate, humor, love, and Pureblood mania with a bit of a play on Shakespeare. What makes for a better story when some of the most noble and honorable Pureblood houses find themselves tangled in ways that they never dreamed of? Long fic over the course of 3 parts + 3 years (don't let the size intimidate you)