Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.

Link to original story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/1837793/1/Black-Truth And, with bated breath, Draco traced the silver line down one more step in the family tree. Draco Lucius Malfoy... the third full blooded Veriae in the Malfoy family... and future life mate of Harry Potter. HD SLASH No HBP

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Harry Potter was the Boy Who Lived. When he was sent to live with his mother's sister, he wasn't living any kind of life. Constant chores, unearned punishments from his whale of an Uncle, and a musty living space under the stairs that kept him hidden from the outside world. Sirius Black was freed from Azkaban prison and cleared of all charges after an interesting hearing in the ministry. Ever since, he had been fighting for parental rights for his Godson, Harry Potter. When Arabella Figg overhears one of Harry's harsh punishments, the adoption process is sped up and Harry is given to Sirius and his best friend and roommate, Remus Lupin. Read on as a little boy discovers that he is loved and as two prankster wizards turned fathers learn to deal with one of the most stressful jobs in the world--parenthood. {Possible SB/RL later on. WARNINGS: OUTRIGHT ABUSE AND NEGLECT. If I think of any other warnings I will let you know at the beginning of the chapters.} All characters belong to the wonderful J. K. Rowling and I am not making any money off of this work whatsoever. Sequel is up!

Harry Potter was born into a rough time in the Wizarding Community. Lord Voldemort was in power and far too few could match his strength. Harry had been prophesied to be the one with the power to bring down the Dark Lord, ultimately causing Harry to lose both of his parents at the mere age of one. Harry, for his own safety as decided by Professor Dumbledore, was sent to live with his mother's sister and her family. The Dursley's, a notoriously boring and conformative family, were perfectly happy with their perfect, simple lives before Harry was introduced. His mother and aunt did not get along, Harry's mother being "strange" for being a witch. Hence, Harry was treated terribly by his own blood. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, long time friends of Harry's father, James, finally found Harry with the Dursley's. They believed that Harry belonged with them, Sirius being his Godfather and rightful guardian. This is the story of how they stole Harry away from his horrid life with the Dursley's and gave him the life that he deserved, a life with the two people who loved him the most.

A sequel to: Red Strings and Markers Adrien Agreste didn't remember much after the cathedral collapsed. He recalled hearing a voice, a female voice, calling out to him. "Chat! Chat Noir! God damn it, you'd better be alive when I get in there!" "Kid! Adrien! Are you okay?" The red string of fate connects you to the person you're fated to be with. Whenever you mark your skin, your significant other gets marked as well. The last thing Adrien remembered seeing before his world went dark was the elegant yet rushed pink ink on his forearm. "I'm sorry." October 4, 2016 - ranked #14 in fanfiction