*BRITTANY BROSKI APPROVED* RANKINGS: #1 - starwars 6/10/2019 #3 - kylo 6/10/2019 #3 - kyloren 6/10/2019 He made eye contact with me with those intense brown eyes, and his vision traveled down my body, looking at every curve and flaw. He got down to my feet and looked all the way back up, taking in every part of me. I was scared now. I had no control over my body because of The Force and the way he looked at me, greedily, hungrily, left me terror-stricken. Kylo Ren climbed up swiftly onto the bed so he was laying next to me. He supported himself with his right elbow and placed his left hand on my lower stomach. His gloved hand was massive. His thumb and pinkie extended from each of my hip bones. I shut my eyes tightly. My breath significantly quickened. I felt his hand graze up my stomach, and I could hear him breathing heavily. His hand continued it's slow path up my chest and to my exposed neck. I swallowed down an impulsive scream that I couldn't help from rising as I felt him lean in towards me. His black locks fell onto my face and they smelled of mint. His hand was gently resting on my neck and his hot breath was on my ear. My heart was pounding and I was sure he could feel it. "It was so hard for me not to ravish you in front of everyone in Tunstead." His lips grazed my cheekbone. "The sensation was almost overpowering. You're lucky I have . . . Self-control." _____ This book is for readers who can handle maturity, violence, and who have a true appreciation for not only Kylo Ren/Adam Driver's beauty but for the Star Wars universe! Highest rank: #33 in Fanfiction! #2 in Star Wars! Copyright 2016 @ flywithmyjetpack . Please do not copy or steal my story/ideas. I don't own any part of the Star Wars episodes. I don't own any part of the characters or plot of Star Wars. However, THIS plot and most characters in this book are mine so please don't copy or mock my stories!

"She had broken him, torn him apart, dismantled him and put him back together. She had ruined him. And by doing so, maybe she had fixed him too." When Mena Starkiller, the daughter of the most dangerous man in the galaxy runs away from her father and purchases Mandalorian armor at an illegal auction to hide her true identity, a bounty is placed for her safe retrieval; a bounty given to an actual Mandalorian. The Mandalorian/OC Romance/Humor/Adventure Highest ranking: #1 on Mandalorian

Whatever mark you get on your skin, your soul mate gets it too. Marinette would love to draw all over herself to see who her soul mate is, but due to her alternate persona, Ladybug, her red strings of fate have tied her to Chat Noir. As Chat Noir, Adrien would love to find out who his Lady is so they could be happy both in and out of cover. But their kwami only allow them to use their markers after an Akuma attack and never throughout the day. Will the two go against their kwami's and go find each other, or will they remain in a world of ignorance? Together forever, never apart, maybe in distance, but never in heart. Includes mild strong language, sexual references and themes. August 25, 2017 ranked #161 in fanfiction! Cover done by the wonderful @Infinite_Writer01

"I just don't understand, Chat. I thought...all this time...," she clenched her fists at her sides and stared up at him, "What changed?" Chat Noir stepped closer, pinning her against the railing of her balcony. The moonlight highlighted the dark ridges of his mask and his green eyes shone through the dark leather, as equally enticing and mesmerizing as they'd been that night they danced on the Eiffel Tower. "I'm a cat, Mari." he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her waist and the heat from his body made her shiver in the cold. She pressed her palms against his chest and his warm breath ruffled her fringe. Chat offered her a small smile, her heart hammering in her chest. "And sometimes..." he dipped his head down to hers. "We cats tend to stray." ~~~ While out one night in the park, Chat Noir finds Marinette and tries to escort her home safely. But she's injured protecting him from an akuma and he feels responsible for her. Intent on making it up to her, Chat Noir visits her regularly to make sure she's doing well. But it doesn't take long before their meetings become more than just casual check-ups. Bad things happen when superheroes fall for civilians, but even with the threat of Hawk Moth looming around, Chat can't seem to stay away. Will the risks be worth it in the end? Because this cat's curious, And his bad luck might just start catching up to him... Minor Adrienette and LadyNoir. Based off the events of season one only and set two years in the future. I don't own Miraculous Ladybug or any of the art/videos used in this story. Started 01 Dec 2017 Completed 28 Feb 2018 HIGHEST RANKING ~ #565 in Fanfiction

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

Let's just say Katniss never volunteered for Prim, and Prim made it out alive. She's faced with more challenges, of course. The Third Quarter Quell is now here and Prim is thrown back in the games along with an unexpected volunteer. This is Prim's story, Catching Fire: Prim. This is a fan-fiction based on the novel "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins. *I do not own any rights to the characters, ideas, plot, dialogue, and whatsoever. All rights go to Suzanne Collins, the author of the original book, Catching Fire. This is just a fan-fiction of the book. If you haven't read the books (or watched the movies), this might be a bit hard to understand.* ©2015 illiterate-writer

What if Katniss never volunteered for Prim? What would her story be like? Most likely, she would have been killed by one of the career tributes. But what if the odds really are in her favor? Read Prim's story, as she is picked for the 74th annual Hunger Games to fight to the death. This is a fan-fiction story based on the novel "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins. *Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the characters, ideas, plot, dialogue, and whatsoever. All rights go to Suzanne Collins, the author of the original book, The Hunger Games. This is just a fan-fiction novel based off the novel. Please take note that if you haven't read the books (or watched the movies), this might be a bit hard to understand.* first draft ©2014 illiterate-writer revision ©2018 illiterate-writer cover ©2015 Thethreesisters

The fate of the world rests on the shoulders of five young impressionable teenagers, all from five vastly different worlds. And all chosen by the Man in the Moon. Jack Frost, the immortally immature spirit of winter and Guardian of fun. Merida of the DunBroch clan, an adventure-seeking princess and a deadly archer. Hiccup Haddock the Third, only son of the Viking Chief Stoik the Vast and dragon riding master. Rapunzel of Corona, the whimsical artist desperate to explore the world and find her place. And lastly, Elsa of Arendelle, a princess with love swirling in her heart and dark fears in her head. The world's safety is hanging in the balance. Will the five of them be able to find the courage and the strength needed to protect what matters most before their time runs out?

Marinette is thrilled. She's spending her afternoon at the museum with Adrien, and even Manon's unexpectedly tagging along with them can't tarnish her happiness. After all, what can go wrong for two seventeen-year-olds watching over a seven-year-old? Turns out, a lot of things. ------ This is an illustrated fanfiction collaboration by Maerynn and EdenDaphne ------ This work is intended for readers ages 13 and up

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has disappeared for good. Chat Noir refuses to give up on finding her, even if Ladybug already has. * * * Started: July 27, 2017 Finished: December 17, 2018 Idea inspired by @its_nusa_obviously 's book, Stuck. Cover drawn by me. Disclaimer: I don't work for or own Miraculous Ladybug or any of the brands mentioned in this fanfiction. This work is purely fictional. Miraculous Ladybug belongs to ZAG Animations.