❝You know, for a high-class mother with an infamous husband and two smartypants children, I think you're surviving pretty well so far. Except letting your only daughter run away and live with the Potters. That was a pretty terrible mistake. She's turned all good-spirited and doesn't consider the Dark Lord anything special either. If you succeed in correcting that mistake, well then you can be considered as one of the Dark Lord's most loyal followers, huh? But we all know that your lovely daughter will never change - she is Mercy Malfoy anyway. Stubborn and angry. You, will never change her mind, not in two blue moons.❞ ❝We'll see about that when her friends suddenly start dying around her, because of her. Let's see what she thinks then.❞

Maisie MacFusty konnte viel ertragen. Brandwunden und die raue schottische See. Große Brüder, die Ratschläge gaben, und kleine Brüder, die nur Quidditch im Kopf hatten. Aber selbst sie hatte irgendwann genug. Ein neuerdings Ex-Verlobter, zusammen mit einem misslungenen Mordversuch auf besagten Ex-Verlobten, waren da schon mal eine Sache. Außerdem gab es da auch noch das Problem mit der etwas zu gesicherten Zukunft. Kurzerhand schmeißt Maisie ihren Job auf den Hebriden hin, um mit einem Haufen potenziell tödlicher Echsen nach Rumänien zu ziehen. Doch ist es wirklich eine so gute Idee ihr bekanntes Leben aufzugeben? Und was ist, wenn sie selbst in einem rumänischen Drachenreservat bekannte Gesichter erwarten?

In Deutschland kennt jedes magische Kind die alte und mächtige Familie Rosendorn. Seit Jahrhunderten herrscht sie im Hintergrund über Hexen und Zauberer, doch nun hat ihre Erbin einen folgenschweren Fehler begangen... Luné-Marie Rosendorn war sich stets sicher, ihren Platz in der Welt zu kennen. Doch das war vor jener verhängnisvollen Feier, bevor ihre Welt in Scherben zerbrach. Nun muss sie ihr vorherbestimmtes Leben hinter sich lassen und von der deutschen Zaubererschule Grüntal nach Hogwarts wechseln. Dort lernt sie, was wahre Freundschaft bedeutet, dass jeder das Recht auf ein eigenes Leben hat, aber auch, dass man seiner Vergangenheit und seinem Namen nicht so leicht entkommen kann.

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]