Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

Alice and Frank Longbottom didn't have just one child, they also had a daughter. Erika Vivienne Longbottom, Rika to only a few, unlike her brother, does not see the good in the world. She trusts no one, not even her friends, always alert, reserved, and silent. But her silences are not timid or fearful they are calculated. All her coldness stems from what happened to her parents, their madness caused by an unforgivable curse, and their stay at St. Mungo's. After all, who has ever seen a Longbottom in Slytherin? Her brother Neville is a shy Gryffindor, in his sixth year, while she is in her final year. But this will be a year of changes: a young man will cross the threshold of the Great Hall. A young professor, Tom Riddle, cold and distant, with a dedication to the Dark Arts. A series of punishments, secrets, hidden fears, and a bit of tension could bring the two dangerously close...

The ED never sleeps, and neither do its doctors. Spencer Reeves is no stranger to late-night crises, but when Jack Abbot breezes into her life, her carefully structured world is thrown into chaos. Banter turns to tension, tension to unspoken attraction, and attraction becomes impossible to ignore. Through high-stakes trauma nights, awkward public encounters, and near-disasters, Spencer and Jack must navigate the fine line between saving lives and risking their hearts. **This is a slow burn/angsty romance. I'm going to try and kill all of us with their flirting and banter. I only own my storyline and characters, the rest belongs to HBO** Author note: I am currently a student so please be kind when it comes to updates! I'm just a girl trying to balance a degree and her favorite pass time (men over forty)

❝ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗬𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘- 𝗜𝗠 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗟 ❞ 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ 𝐟𝐞𝐛 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖 - 𝐣𝐚𝐧 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐𝟏𝟒𝐤+ 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: #1 𝘪𝘯 #𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 #𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 #𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘺

Aurora Potter has endured the weight of two worlds-one that fears her and one that uses her. But when fate leads her to the Cullen family, everything changes. There, she finds the beginnings of healing, family, and the truth about her nature. As ancient magic awakens within her, Aurora knows one thing: she can't leave without her soul-sister, Hermione. With the mysterious Luna Lovegood walking a path of prophecy, and destiny pulling them toward unexpected mates in Volterra, this is a story of magic, pain, and love-woven together in glowing threads of fate. Family doesn't have to be blood. Sometimes, it finds you.