*DISCONTINUED* "Leave me alone dad!" "No!come back here you slut you don't deserve anything that you have!" Rachel & her dads relationship isn't the best of relationships but what happens when she gets rescued from the hell she's living in by Harry?
"So what do we do?" "We can work something out. There's just one problem... We can't let your brother find out." ❁ Available now to order! Link in bio!
"Malfoy?" I repeated. "Kiss me." He said, suddenly. "Might as well start now." He looked at me expectantly, so full of desire, that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The emotion in Draco's eyes was something far different from the need I had grown used to seeing in Ron's eyes. Draco was looking at me like I was the onl...
"Let's see how much you want me to leave, shall we?" He says moving his hand down between my legs. I let out a shaky breath. Was I really gonna let this happen? Hell yes, my dirty thoughts say to me. Before I get a chance to answer his question , I feel his hand on my core. "Seems to me that you want me to stay. Wel...
We all have secrets to hide. Like it or not it is true, they are different for everyone but we all have them. About others, yourself, an event, a place; they are all secrets, secrets we hide. Sometimes the secrets have to be told.
"There is a little bit of devil in her angel eyes." [Book 1] // © 2014 Qveendom. All Rights Reserved. || Editor: @lola7909 || Highest Rank #1 in fanfiction
Book 2 Everyone knew the story of the Boy Who Lived. But many weren't familiar with the story of the Girl Who Knitted. Eleanor Ross knitted her way to victory, her knitted garments protected those who fought against the Dark Lord and his followers, and to think it all started with a prank. Back in their fifth year of...
The Marauders are starting their fifth year at Hogwarts; Remus is starting with a massive scar across his face - a byproduct of the increasing severity of his furry little problem, which is a definite cause for concern despite his insistence that it it's fine. Sirius is starting with the memories of a certain mornin...
Some days the border between happiness and sadness is hard to distinguish, but not today. The world was purple, sad and disappointing and never quite what he expected, She had died and she blamed it on Him.