"Do you know what the problem with metahumans is?" She ask them."The human part." But everyone has a weakness that can be leveraged.

"ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ, ʜᴜʜ?" "ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ..." ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪʟs ᴏғғ "ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ" "ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ɪ'ᴍ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ"

"The marks people leave are too often scars." - Lyra Escara had fulfilled her father's dream of becoming a Padawan learner at a very young age; as a small child hearing his tales of the Rebellion, she'd longed to learn to ways of the Jedi Code, and hoped to bring peace to the galaxy as a Jedi Knight. It was at the Jedi Temple, as a youngling, that she met Ben. What started as a friendship and the tiniest distraction from her studies evolved into something more; something she'd throw away her dreams, memories, and hardships for. Little did she know, Ben was in pain; he was close to becoming something that she despised, something that brought a bad taste into any Jedi's mouth. And, in the center of it all, inflicting Ben's pain, was none other than Lyra herself. After all, Ben was her world; and she, his stars. - Book One

Sometimes I wonder if leaving the only life I really knew to escape a past was a good idea. Si dicatur esse sit. When the past of one particular cursed pirate's cursed daughter seems to catch up with her, does she continue where she left off or does she have to douse a past wanna-be flame. Luna beware, yer playin with fire... and fate... Jack/oc

"We'll be royalty." "You're Autumn Winters, future queen of the world." "And the king is ...?" "Me." "What happens if you don't take over the world?" "I make sure I have your heart to take over mine," "Smooth, Minkus, real smooth." "I try my best." In which a popular girl befriends a boy in turtle necks.

(Book trailer first chapter) She survived too. She shares his curse. Only the world doesn't know that yet. No one knows. Not even him. Clara Potter. A genius to rival Hermione, and a rebel to rival her twin brother, Harry. Taken from her home as a baby and raised in Hogwarts, she only joins her fellow classmates in her fourth year. This means joining her brother, who does not even know of her existence. When she and her brother are both chosen for the Tri Wizard tournament, she knows it won't be long until word gets out. Clara and Draco get on from the beginning, something Harry, Ron and Hermione all dislike. Clara has to choose whether she wants to trust her friends or make a new one, all while competing in a dangerous tournament. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT CLARA POTTER. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE LOCATIONS, OR THEMES. I DO NOT OWN ALL THE DIALOGUE. RIGHTS TO J. K. ROWLING (This is not a Clara from DW in Harry Potter fanfic- my original character is just named Clara) I DO NOT OWN THE IMAGES USED IN THE COVER. I have searched for the photographers but I haven't been able to find them. If you know who they are please let me know so I can give them the credit they so rightly deserve!

Being the oldest Weasley girl of the family and Ron's twin wasn't easy. Everyone knew who she was. Not because she was the first Weasley to be sorted into Slytherin, but because she caught the attention of the darkest wizard known to all magical beings. Looks like Ella is in for a treat (All Characters but Ella, belong to J.K Rowling. I do not take credit for them).

'YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE I'M LIVING A TEENAGE DREAM' 'THE WAY I TURN YOU ON?' -sequel to 'trust'

"You're the only one that understands." "Really?" "Yeah...really." ☻Jaeden x reader sorta thing. (or you can make up your own character)☻

NONE OF THE CHAPTERS IN THIS BOOK ARE PG-13! The settings for this book went psycho, but I promise you, this book is clean. I stared in amazement and horror, and then realized that the person-which, as I looked at him, was a boy-was extending his hand to lift me up. I took it thankfully. When I stood up, the world tipped to the left, and I stumbled. The boy caught me with strong hands. I looked at him and finally was able to look in on his features. The boy was only about 13 or 14. He had a shock of freckles, and a pointy nose, with rosy cheeks, and a mane of curly black hair. He had this quirky smile on his face, and his eyes glinted with mischief. He was dressed in a smithy outfit, complete with a tool belt, which had nothing in it. He also had some sturdy black boots. "You alright?" His voice was kind of squeaky, like he was just getting through puberty, right in the middle of high and low. "I'm fine," I replied, though he raised one of his eyebrows, pretty sure I was lying. I was of course. My favorite band had just turned into a couple of ugly, unearthly mermaids! My hands and legs trembled, and I almost fell over. I managed to stand, and asked, "What were those?" "Sirens. Probably why all the people in this room are asleep!" He grinned, like this was some kind of joke. I was not laughing. "Who are you?" I asked, not really wanting an answer, but it felt good to talk. "Oh! My apologies." He said it with a great bow. "Leo Valdez, engineer extraordinaire, son of Hephaestus." Edit: Thank you guys so much for all the awesome comments and for helping me reach over 25k reads! It is really a dream-come-true for me, I am so grateful for all your support.