Harry Potter is back for an eighth year. Now that Voldermort is dead, he expects time to forget the chaos of the past few years. Instead, he finds something very different waiting for him, when an old rivalry comes back to haunt him, in a very different way than expected. Draco Malfoy has changed. But Harry is yet to figure out, exactly how. (completed!)

***Deliciously Rewritten 2020*** Who says you can only find love in a coffee shop? Korean restaurants work just as well. Bailey Cho has always worked at her family's restaurant during the summer breaks, and this year is no exception. Things are the same as ever until the day she meets a former classmate from middle school who just so happens to be her unforgettable first crush. But one misunderstanding after another will entangle what is supposed to be a sweet and simple summer romance for our two noodles. (Warning! This story may give you a strong craving for noodles! Read at your own hungry risk!) (A twice Wattpad featured story!)

Pragma: long lasting love. Love that requires true commitment that comes from understanding, compromise and tolerance. It is referred to as "standing in love" rather than "falling in love". **** Briony Carter is a Hufflepuff with a strong will and a mind of her own. She has the best friends in the world, a loving brother, an adorable kitten, and on top of all of that, a burning hatred for Sirius Black and the self proclaimed "Marauders".

Rose Selwyn is terrified for her life, and everyone around her's. In a world ravaged by war, she finds that she is the only one who can see through the boy who built up walls of callous remarks and cruel taunts. Regulus Black was raised to hate mudbloods, blood traitors and muggles, but finds himself intoxicated by a girl with hair the colour of sunlight, who can see the light when confronted with only darkness. Surrounded by the chaos, destruction and fear that only Lord Voldemort's reign of terror can bring, they do what nobody expects them to. They fall in love. And for that, they must face the consequences.

"This isn't real, this should be happening" Tom mutters under his breath, his hands grasped onto the rail of the astronomy tower, head hung low. "What isn't real Tom?" He turns around and grabs your hand that hung at your side, bringing it up to his chest and placing on the smooth clothing that covered his warm flesh just above his heart "What are you doing to me?" he whispers, cupping your face with his other hand, stroking your soft cheek with his thumb. Your heart stopped momentarily as you stared into his glistening brown eyes that shone with longing. You closed your eyes, taking comfort in the warmth that spread through your body as he caressed you gently. "Goodbye (y/n)" Tom pulls back, your body suddenly cold, missing the warmth of his hand. The heels of his shoes click against the floor as you hear him walk away, he stops near the staircase and peers over his shoulder, taking one last glace with sad eyes before retreating down the steps. "Goodbye Tom" 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝓁𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝒻𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝒸𝒽𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒮𝑜 𝐼𝓃𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

lord, what fools these mortals be! ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

An Open Novella Contest 2020 Longlist Finalist Arabella W. Washington recently moved to Lower East Side, Manhattan, to do something with her life and start fresh. With the help of her grandma Wang's sizeable inheritance, she is able to rent out Apartment 10B in Windsor Hall, a small, old, and creaky building full of history and personality, which harbors a secret of its own. Food in her refrigerator and utensils in the cupboard starts going missing, and at exactly 6:00 in the evening, she gets the feeling that she is being watched. What is happening in 10B? Is there a human-sized rat trying to make a meal of her groceries or are the rumors true? No wonder the rent was affordable!

( ❝ THOSE WHO ESCAPE DEATH ARE UNLUCKY ❞ ) REGULUS BLACK is that humming in the restless summer air. He is what is created in the untempered heat of a blazing fire. He is a moth, drawn to hollowness and resentment. And in that resentment, he built a home. Unloved by his mother, unloved by his brother, unloved, even, by himself. Perhaps this is what people want. They beg to be loved like they beg to be saved. In dying, in death.