Draco Malfoy x Reader Y/N Potter lives in a small and comfy house in Privet Drive with her brother, uncle, aunt and cousin. Everything was normal, I mean, everything was a totally mess, until Y/N and Harry recived a letter from a magic school, Hogwarts. . "Everyone was shocked looking at her. A Potter in Slytherin? How is that possible?" She had no one there, exept the boy that she met at Diagon Alley while buying her stuff for Hogwarts. . . . Hey y'all, this is my first english fanfic, I hope you like it! I'm not english so sorry if something doesn't make sense. I'll try my best! ttk: malfoyxcath Enjoy the reading<3 . The characters are not mine and I don't own anything about the Wizarding World, exept Y/N's story, and some parts!

My mind was never alone, It was always filled with memories of him, My mind befriended him, Because my mind couldn't breathe without him. Olive Quinn a student who attends Midtown Science High School finds herself drawn to a 'nerdy' boy in her classes who always carries around a camera, doesn't talk much just focuses on himself, known as Peter Parker. She feels this connection towards him and he feels this too. Whilst he fights to protect the city she is trying to become a published author. *COVER MADE BY @-elliptical

Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back. -- *18+ // Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content*

Dark!James 'Bucky' Barnes/OC AU ~~~ Margaret Everlee is a terribly timid little thing. Living her life as a struggling artist in New York, trying to find her place in the world. That is until the CEO with a dark past, James Barnes sets his sights on her. His infatuation is instantaneous, becoming a man possessed. Desperately needing her to be his own little doll and willing to take down anyone that gets in his way. This story is 18+. Specific tags in the first chapter.

Elle Grey doesn't need anyone. She only needs herself, a paintbrush, and if she gets desperate enough, there are the few people she actually tolerates that she can talk to. She knows that there's more out there in the world - in fact, she spends most of her time either daydreaming or painting about it. She knows that the South Dakotan town she's grown up in is only suffocating her. That's why she finds Harry so intriguing. He's different and he brings out something in her that she wasn't sure was still there. Suddenly she's second-guessing everything she has known her entire life - maybe she does need someone.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*