❝and honestly, the only time I reckon you'd do any damage to me is if you decide to transfigure me into a toad.❞ In which Arlo Lovegood misses two days of school, and one transfiguration tutor session, and Fred Weasley is determined to find out why. [fred weasley x male oc] [short story]

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

After the fifth World War, the supernatural broke out of their hiding places and captured control of the Earth. The sixth World War, however, was kept hidden from the humans in hopes to keep the peace. Werewolves reign, vampires roam, and the rest of the supernatural reside just like any other. Besides humans. With necessities such as food and civil rights stripped from them, humans form an organization to revolt against all supernatural creatures; they call themselves the Blade. When the vampires cause an uproar in Africa, the French Blade - run by nineteen year old Emelia - intervene. Little did they expect, though, that the infamous werewolves would also make an appearance. With no weapons to defeat werewolves, Emelia orders her people to focus on the vampires, which results in her saving a wolf's life. When the beast, Alpha King Mohegan, turns to her, he discovers his rescuer is his mate. Will they be able to overcome the hatred they have for one another? And when faced with unfathomable circumstances, will they be able to fight a war that is more powerful than anything they could imagine - something that has been kept under wraps for over one hundred years? Find out in The Blade.

A love story set in a world of war When two men shouldn't be on a dancefloor Yet they were stuck like glue forevermore The asthmatic Steve and his protector Bucky Oh how they were so lucky 'Til the end of the line, they swore. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Set in the canon MCU timeline, this is my take on a probable storyline for Captain Steven Grant Rogers and Sergeant James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. Disclaimer : Not all of the characters in this book are mine. Most are from the Marvel Cinematic Universe and I, therefore, do not own them.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*