***An "Expiration Date" Fanfic*** What if you knew the exact date you would breath your last breath? Would you fear it? They know what day you will expire and you can't stop it. But what if you can? --- Neither side teqnically won the fight but the Order remained in power and though they tried ever so very hard to change, after several years they went back to there ways. The way of a small mark on a newborn child's forearm. Its not just any mark. This one has numbers. A fate that tells you of when you will die. Your Expiration date --- I was different from the people I lived with. They're family but they aren't real. I've always been outcastes everywhere. But then everything changed and once something changes you can't always go back.

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

Because of a family tradition, she was named after a star. Because she had platinum blonde hair her middle name meant the dawn. Because her father was a notorious mass murderer her last name was a burden to carry around. Her name was Vindemiatrix Aurora Black but she much preferred being called V. She lived an outcasted life but when she thought she had hit rock bottom, things got much worse. But every day, at the crack of dawn, she woke up and did something many struggled to do. She counted her blessings.

"Sweetheart, you are the badger, I am the snake, but in this chase, I am the predator and you are my prey." With that he moulded their lips together, sealing their fates permanently. (Chapter 20) ~*~ She was a girl who wanted nothing more but to fade away in surroundings, he was a boy who wanted to be known by everyone. She was a girl who wanted to be invisible, he was the boy who wanted to rule them all. She was a girl who wanted nothing to do with him, he was a boy who wanted to do everything with her. He was Tom Riddle, but God who was she? P. S. Extended summary within. ~*~ © 2017-2020 _nomad_ © © This story is copyrighted, so no stealing. No part to be reproduced in any form anywhere, without the written permission of an author. © "The Harry Potter characters are borrowed from J. K. Rowling." "Images belong to their rightful owners." ~*~ Highest rank #421 in fanfiction as on 01/05/2018 and #1 in Harry Potter. Thank you so much, my wonderful readers. It was impossible without you.

the story of six feminist witches fighting a foe more terrifying than you-know-who: sexism.

I walked into the Headmistresses office and was surprised to find a girl sitting crisscrossed on the couch. I didn't realize who it was until I looked closer at what she was reading. The name "Quibbler" was written in bold letters. I sucked in a breath as I realized there's only one person I know who reads that... Luna Lovegood x Draco Malfoy=DRUNA This is a completed story

To say that Oliver Wood had a slight obsession with Quidditch was an understatement. It was borderline unhealthy. He loved the sport, but he hated losing. While he hated losing to any team, there was one team he hated losing to the most. Surprisingly enough, it was the Ravenclaw team. But it wasn't for reasons that many would suspect, it was because of who played on the Ravenclaw team. Melanie Anderson has been playing for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as Chaser since her second year. What started off as friendly competition turned into rivalry as she and Oliver Wood made it their sole mission to have their teams beat each other every year. Oliver wants to win for the sake of winning, but Melanie wants to win just to see the frustrated look on Oliver's face because it's just so damn cute. Plus, who wouldn't want to hear the sexy Scottish voice curse their name?

"Ben?" I spluttered, unable to control the fear that was spreading relentlessly inside of me. Eyes I used to adore suddenly turned a glowing red from the light from his saber . He smiled, but not in the way I remembered. "Not anymore." // Thirty years after the defeat of the Empire, the Dark Side threatens to strike once more. In the last hour of his Jedi training, Ben Solo changes alliances, pledging his help to a rising succession similar to the Sith to counter the Jedi and the New Republic. With a new generation of Jedi murdered and Luke Skywalker missing, all hope seems lost. But in the shadow of the revolution, a small part of the resistance still lives, working behind the scenes to piece together the mystery of Luke's whereabouts and searching for a way to cause the downfall of the First Order. With the help of an old friend to her son and former Jedi Padawan, General Leia of the Resistance creates an ally out of the Republic's newest member of the Senate, Genevieve Oberlin. But when the Senator finds herself hostage of The First Order, and in the hands of The Galaxy's greatest threat, Kylo Ren, will Ginny find herself too deep in the chaos of the war to find her way out?

"Because you've forgotten what it's like to actually feel something." I whispered. Peter's expression softened and the only sounds between us were the steady unsynchronized breaths falling from our lips. He swallowed, the closeness of our bodies making my heart beat faster and adrenaline course through me. The feeling was neither pleasant nor unpleasant as I looked into his forest green eyes. "How can you make me feel so belittled with only words?" his troubled voice fell into a whisper and he gripped my shoulders. "Is it your goal to stand before me and pull me apart until I am nothing?"