REWRITING IN PROGRESS: Plans to be partially rewritten (it's too cheesy and cliche even for me....the author) Keeping the original copy up here so don't worry, though I will REPLACE this current copy with the new one when I'm done. ------ Throughout my entire childhood Logan Greenwood fascinated me. Even though only a handful of words were exchanged between us over the years, everyday I'd search the crowded hallways for him. A freak snowstorm on our senior trip lands us in a remote cabin all alone. Together, we are forced to acknowledge the attraction that pulls us together. And after nothing is going to be the same. -------------------------- VERY MATURE CONTENT. GRAPHIC SEXUAL SCENES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. This is a standalone novella in a standalone series. You don't have to read the others to read this baby.

'Pranks and Perverts and Padfoot, oh my!' Meet Kelsey 'Kelpie' Jones: Miss Americana, Comic lover and the Hufflepuff who doesn't give a Hufflefuck. Having Lily Evans accidentally fall in love with James Potter was never a part of her plan to get revenge on Sirius Black, Heartbreak Prince of Hogwarts and the Bane of her Existence. Neither was realising her own affinity for his perfectly snoggable lips. But hey, all's fair in love and war, right? Highest Ranking: #1 in #harrypotter | March 11, 2021 Started: October 2, 2020 | Completed: January 24, 2021 Final Word Count: 100K ϟ "There was a book." "A book?" "More like a magazine, really." "Oh?" "It had dirty pictures.." "Wicked!" "..of naked witches." "No!" "Yes!" "Well, continue!" "Word around school is that Kinky Kelpie can procure these magazines if you ask. For a price of course." ϟ Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (or the GIFs/Images used for aesthetics purposes in the book)

To say that Oliver Wood had a slight obsession with Quidditch was an understatement. It was borderline unhealthy. He loved the sport, but he hated losing. While he hated losing to any team, there was one team he hated losing to the most. Surprisingly enough, it was the Ravenclaw team. But it wasn't for reasons that many would suspect, it was because of who played on the Ravenclaw team. Melanie Anderson has been playing for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as Chaser since her second year. What started off as friendly competition turned into rivalry as she and Oliver Wood made it their sole mission to have their teams beat each other every year. Oliver wants to win for the sake of winning, but Melanie wants to win just to see the frustrated look on Oliver's face because it's just so damn cute. Plus, who wouldn't want to hear the sexy Scottish voice curse their name?

"You've fallen in love with a girl you've never met?" "Yes, but we play chess!" 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 ©

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Its New York, 1924, and Prohibition is in full swing, which means so is the Mafia. Grace Hanson is a seventeen year old that's just graduated from high school, waiting for her life to begin. In the meantime, she lives with her father, Dr. George Hanson. Unfortunately, her father has gotten himself into a bit of a tough situation. To get him out of it, Grace makes an agreement with some dangerous men: Her marriage for her father's life. Now Grace has been thrust deep into the world of the underground mafia. Trying to catch her bearings, and cope with her new husband, Luca, and his family of criminals may prove to be too much for her.

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.

❝ You deserve the love you keep giving to everyone else. ❞ - The first emotion to fill Victoria Hunt when she was told about her father and step mothers passing, relief. But like every good emotion she'd felt over fourteen years, it came to an end quickly. The cause of it this time was being told she would have to live with brothers she never knew she had. It could be a fresh start, a chance to move on and finally have a real family. But the deeper she looks into eyes that stare back at her with empty promises and sweet spoken lies, she realizes that although she was never set for a good future, this one, might just be one she can't face. But families are supposed to stay together right? So through spilt blood and secrets and traitorous acts, surely even that can't stop DNA. It's an unspoken rule when you're a Hunt, no time for loyalty, no time for decisions on if you'd die for them, it's just a simple fact. You were born together so love or not, you must die together. For her sake, she should grasp onto that sooner rather than later. - Highest Rankings : #1 in brother #1 in support #1 in confidence #2 in siblings

Being a genius isn't hard. Or at least, not for Veronica Boniadi. Numbers and words, science and history - knowing it all is like breathing for Veronica. Though it's a breath she's been holding in from the rest of the world. To her classmates she's a burnout loser with no friends. To her struggling family she's the only one able to help them get through the day. Throughout all of high school, Veronica's genius is never really shown. That is, until the school's principal feels the need to pair her up with a tutor. Jay, the top student in senior year - haughty and arrogant, and everything Veronica despises - is given the task of making sure Veronica doesn't fail the midterms and sink the school's overall score below the national average. Forced to do actual school work for the first time in her life, Veronica tries to downplay her intellect as much as possible. She doesn't want the attention, the distraction, or any responsibility that might take her away from supporting her sick family. But fooling Jay turns out to be much harder than she thought.