This is an AU where Alfea highschool is longer than just three years, they attend the school for a total of 5 years. This takes place at the end of season 3. After defeating Valtor he was sent back to the Omega dimension. Bloom couldn't bring herself to kill a person so she decided that it would be better if he went back to the Omega dimension instead. What will happen when their Dragon fire connection becomes so strong Bloom has to find answers. (this is from Blooms perspective but occasionally there could be a short perspective swap) Copyright: I don't own the Winx club or any characters this is just a fanfic. All pictures are not done by me and it was done by creative and talented people. I take no credit at all for the artwork. Authors note: This is my first story and I hope you like it. :) I'm also a newbie at writing and my English isn't the best. My goodness I logged into Wattpad after a long ass time and I forgot I even wrote this. I made this when I was like 13 and I seriously need to edit some of this. But I'm back as a grown ass adult and ready to finish what I started

sᴏᴘʜɪᴀ ғɪɴᴄʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇsᴛ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇsᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴇᴀsᴛᴇʀɴ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ. ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪʀᴀɴᴅᴀs ᴍᴀɴʏ "ғᴀɪʟᴇᴅ" ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴍᴇɴᴛs, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ "ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ". ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʏᴄᴀɴs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜғᴜʟ ᴇʏᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴏʙ ɪs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍɪʀᴀɴᴅᴀ's ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴀʀs ᴡʜᴇɴ sʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ. sʜᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴅs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟᴏʀᴅs. ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ sʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ...ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴋᴀʀʟ ʜᴇɪꜱᴇɴʙᴇʀɢ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ sᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴜᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ. ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴅ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀs, ᴀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘᴏsᴇs ᴏɴ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍɪʀᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴs? I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO CAPCOM! I OWN MY OC SOPHIA

Ashton Collum is going through a rough time after his divorce. To keep up his family ranch, he is going to have to take desperate measures. When his friend offers him a job as an escortfor a week he takes it. Little did he know what he was getting into. Unable to see her best friend go on another family reunion alone, April sets up an escort to go with her. Little did Kiera know that it would be one of the best and worst family reunions ever.

"You'll be safe now." My protector whispers into my ear. "My protector." I murmur, happy I was able to get something out. My protector chuckles. "Yeah, something like that." He says. Then footsteps go down porch steps and a car starts, then the car sounds fade away and I fall asleep. *** Ivy is a regular eighteen year old. Ivy isn't human and she is just figuring this out. Along with her new powers and other people who aren't human as well. Ivy is in for an adventure, because this new knowledge has changed her life forever. *** This is the first book to the trilogy Three Worlds, Two Keys, One Winner. *** Note to readers! I love all my readers, but if you hate mistakes / errors, please wait for me to complete my book and then read it. After I finish writing this story, I will thoroughly edit it. Thanks before hand! Love my readers! PS. I've written this is British English. Example, instead of color, I write colour. #294 in Fantasy

Brielle Newman A 21-year-old girl who was struggling to make life comfortable for herself and her niece, Delilah. Her sister left the baby the minute she could get up and leave the hospital. Brielle hasn't seen her since. She also hasn't seen her parents who walked out on her at 17 or her brother who went to the army and hasn't contacted her for 9 months in counting. Being all by herself she's desperately trying to give Delilah a life she never got to experience. Killian Russell A 24-year-old ruthless CEO who doesn't tolerate negligence or stupidity. He wouldn't blink an eye before firing someone who worked for him for years. Make one mistake and you're done. His parents were extremely proud of his success. He never had a stable relationship. He was once a hit it and quit it guy but now he just lays low as most women throw themselves at him just for his money. Being the richest man in the northeast and second richest in the country he has no time for love. When he finds little Delilah ordering a coffee, he follows her out. She takes him to Brielle, who instantly made something click in Killian, changing their lives forever. Disclaimer: This book is more so about fluff, comedy, and drama (I wrote it as a literal teenager). If you are looking for a bit more ✨spice✨, check out the other books within the Discretion Series. WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR YOU! I REPEAT, PLEASE DO NOT ENTER THIS BOOK WITH THE INTENTION OF ALREADY NOT LIKING IT AND LEAVING HATE COMMENTS. #2 in Romance - 04/17/18

Elena Matherson, Princess of the country Castella. Brandon Reed, trained since he was a boy to be the bodyguard of the Princess. And they spend all their time getting on each others nerves and fighting. But how do they really feel about the other? The answer is unclear. The two attend college in America, away from the Rebellion and assassins in Castella. After an assassination attempt almost succeeds, Elena's parents decide its time for her to come home. But will it be safe? Is it ever safe? Will Brandon be able to protect her? So many Rebels and assassins after one girl, and its up to only one man to protect her. Will their true feelings for each other come out? They will have to face many challenges ahead that come with royal life. But most importantly, who will get to Elena first, the Rebels or Brandon? ----- ***Important message: This is the original, old version. A newer, better version has been made if you would prefer to read it.***

A broke, straight-edged high schooler must fight her feelings for her new cocky admirer or risk being stuck in a dead-end town forever. ***** Seventeen-year-old control freak Meg is determined to leave her dead-end town for good. But when a handsome stranger walks into her diner and leaves her a hundred-dollar bill, Meg's life takes a turn for the worse, and she finds herself falling for the kind of guy she definitely shouldn't be. With college around the corner and her future on the line, Meg knows she must fight against her feelings for Nate or risk losing the one thing she's fought so hard for - control. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] (Written by @officialrachaelrose, previously known as @Rachksnaps) *If you aren't reading this book on Wattpad, it has been stolen. Please report the website!* Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

**SAMPLE ONLY** Previously known as His Queen. Highest ranking : #1 in Werewolf (26/12/2015) Note : Please refer inside for the full summary. ❝Every king needs his queen.❞ Every pack has its own tradition. For the Golden Moon pack, it is no different either. Every year, every unmated male werewolf would travel around the world in order to find their other half; their soulmates. All, except for Darius King. As the 'heartless' Alpha of the Golden Moon and the blood Alpha, his is the only name that sends shivers down his enemies' spines whenever they thought about him. In his opinion, the tradition is nothing but a perfect opportunity for other packs to attack his while most of the male wolves are not around, or so he reckons. Little did he know that his decision would lead him to his mate who crashed into his territory; literally. ♛ Please do not leave any hate/self-promoting comments! Thank you! (:

Tessa Young is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Hardin, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."