A bubbly and hardworking blonde girl gets paired with Fiore High's most popular hot head, Natsu dragneel. Since they were kids they have always had a small spark between them, but always ending up butting heads. Will they be able to handle the built up tension within each others partnership for their big history project? Or will history just repeat itself? Book will contain lemons ;) I do not own anything

Damian isn't a normal Omega, he didn't bow or obey. He didn't conform or follow, he's an omega with an attitude. Will someone accept him for that? AGED UP! Damian: 17 Jonathan: 17 Dick: 25 Jamie: 26 Jason: 24 Tim: 22 Bruce: 55 Alfred: 63 Valentine: 21

Both Jon and Damian has had a couple of years to discover their feelings for each other. They both question themselves, if they are deserving of each other. They have to fight, for themselves and the people they care about. Throughout the story, they deal with questioning their own identity, loss and heartbreak. The story consists of 3 Arcs, 'Injustice for all' and 'Prepare for War' are the arcs that's been finished/ongoing so far. If the final Arc is to be revealed, it could risk spoilers for the story itself, so make sure to read in full! :D Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Work in progress will update description soon. First work so I hope you'll like it. I do not own this picture, credits to the artist that made this, I might change it in the future, I might not. The only new character that I have made is "Jack" he will be explored within the story and he's of similar age to Damian. They're both of old enough in this story. I know that Damian is meant to be 3 years older than Jon but, Jon's 18 and Damian's 19. Hope you enjoy! Constructive feedback (or criticism as normal people call it) is greatly appreciated so I can expand my literature skills. :D

7 years after the event and Wybie and Coraline are barely even talking anymore. That is until she comes back. Are Coraline and Wybie strong enough you get past what happened 2 years ago, or will this fight end in the worst way possible?

This story is based on 'The Theorizers' theory which I believe is canon. Belle is the Grand Dame of the newly settled Ashland Oregon. One day when she is exploring her new home she comes across an odd-looking well...

Alpha of the Darks, Vince, imprints on Nya but keeps it a secret. Excerpt Vince was resting in bed running the day's events through his mind when his heightened sense of hearing was alerted to the sound of ruffling sheets. Little feet hit the ground telling him it was a female and the odd placement of footsteps lets him know it wasn't Malina. He rises and when he widens his bedroom door Nya's scent flooded through his nostrils. He clears his throat instinctively and follows the smell into the hall. There he finds her coming straight towards him. He was surprised she was up this soon. She should have been out until the morning at least. Her foot was healed and her clothes were changed from earlier. She was now wearing a fitted cotton t-shirt, soft plaid shorts, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. "What are you doing?" He folds his arms and angles his brows. She keeps her same pace beelined to him. Never, has he ever had the thought of taking a step back when being approached; until now that is. He hesitated. He firmly refused to let anything make him back down. This was his house, his rules, and she had no power over him. His focus inadvertently fell to her breast that lacked cover from a bra, and then to her smooth thighs, and like he has absolutely no control, to her toned calves. She was a foot away when the moon's glow from the skylight illuminated her face. His heart skipped a beat. It had never done that before. Then his train of thought went right off the tracks. He didn't realize how thick her lashes were, or how perfectly red her lips were stained. Where earlier she was pale, she now had a flushed pink color. The darkness from under her eyes was gone and her cheeks were slightly fuller too. He blinks away his unwanted thoughts when she stops inches from him. With a neutral gaze, an expressionless expression almost, she makes a sudden turn and goes around him. "What the f**k?" She was sleepwalking he registered.

(Winged Riders MC) Emma is a nurse that has finally decided that her not so perfect life needs spicing up a little. So she agreed to go out with her crazy best friend. What she did not know was how crazy her best friend really is. The last thing she excepted was to be thrown into the mad word of bikers, guns, blood and much more. But when a tall strong and might I add rather sexy biker casts his eyes upon her. Emma is a gonna, because what Gunner wants Gunner gets. (+18, strong language, sexual, violence)

Garrett Gray was the captain of Rowan University's hockey team, he was a girl magnet, he could have any girl at his feet with a flash of his smile. He was your typical cocky, humorous jock that everyone loved. Taylor Perez was a typical college student trying to pass her classes and make money to survive. She was a stubborn but also kind, beautiful, and well-grounded girl that no one could push down. Garrett and Taylor never passed paths or even looked at each other, till one particular day. The day the bet was made.

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18-year-old Farrah gets thrown into a whole new life with her best friend Olly. Moving half way across the world comes with complications and troubles, but undeniable joy and new experiences to thrive in. One of those experiences being meeting someone. He's arrogant and conceited, the complete opposite of Farrah. But like they say, opposites attract... right? She keeps unfolding new secrets within the professional environment where she newly works, finding out that not everyone is who they say they are. Trust is delicate, darling. -------- My thoughts are crumpled as I go flying to the floor behind me, hitting it harshly with impact. I land straight on my ass, my forearms flying to my sides to support me. The room spins slightly as I lift my gaze to try and see the cause that made me fall to the ground in front of so many people. Way to make a good first impression, now they all probably think you're a clumsy bitch who doesn't belong in this professional environment. I try to rid my fogged mind as I direct my gaze upwards, as soon as I do, I freeze. My mind doesn't take in any of my surroundings apart from the dark eyes locked with my own, sending daggers in my direction. They are a cruel grey, they look like shadows descending onto me. I never knew that the look in someone's eyes could make me so timid and afraid, I feel like prey and the predator is stood intimidatingly over me waiting for the right moment to attack again. "Watch where you're going next time, darling," the husky voice echoes off of the cold walls of the foyer, making his condescending tone rebound multiple times through my mind. I stay slouched on the floor, hands behind me as I stare up at him in shock, unable to form any words. His strident words still rebounding through me, words that were patronising and brutal. His eyes make me afraid, but his words make me infuriated.