"I think you're growing to like me." "In your dreams, Potter." ~ James Potter: Renowned pretty boy, Quidditch prodigy, and an insufferable bastard. Katrina Rose: A quick-witted metamorphmagus with a superiority complex. James and Katrina have it out for each other. Or do they? From hospital visits to almost exposing a secret that could get them in serious trouble, they don't work well together. "Enemies" to friends to... something brand new? Whatever this pull towards each other is, they can't stop it. The sparks will fly, whether they like it or not. {James Potter x OC} {All rights to J.K. Rowling} {Except for Katrina and anyone else I add in later} {Updates every Thursday as of June 2nd, 2020} {Editing in progress}

I remember you well from the Chelsea Hotel. Lily Brookshire never forgot Dean Winchester, even though he had forgotten her but only because of a little potion. {Dean Winchester Short Story}

----- In serious need of revision! ----- Wanna-be journalist Kate Santoro would do anything for the scoop. Anything. Including finding her way into an underground club exclusive to only those in the Genovese mafia and the beautiful women they employee. What could be more perfect? She would stick to the shadows, snap a few videos, and write the biggest story New York has ever seen, therein making her a legend! Easy as pie. Until she gets found. A series of blatant lies and lucky breaks later and she is mistaken to be one of the workers underneath. While many might be terrified of this predicament Kate couldn't be more excited. The freedom to roam the area and talk to the members of the infamous brotherhood will leave no rock unturned. All she has to do is keep her cover until the night is over and the workers go home. What a fantastic position she is in! There are just two problems. One being him. Alessio. The Don, the Godfather, the Capo di tutti capi (the boss of bosses) who has taken a keen interest in Kate. Even that is something she could probably handle for one night. Except problem number two. They don't leave. Not at the end of the night, the end of the week, or even the end of the month. Alessio's interest in Kate threatens to expose her, something she would surely die from. He knows she doesn't belong but it's not as though she could have just waltzed in, right? By the time Kate realizes that not even the greatest scoop is worth the price, she is in far too deep to call it quits now. ~~~Praise for When The Sun Goes Down~~~ Natasha427: "It was so captivating that I may or may not have spent the last several hours holed up in my room frantically scrolling down to read more. I LOVED IT!" uninteresting17: "You're my soulmate. I love just everything about your writing." Daisy_Blue: "Has anyone seen my heart? It seems to have been ripped out and tossed across the ocean." NaughtyPlease: "I am beyond obsessed with this piece of literature heaven!!!"

"𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆... 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖾."

in which a girl writes a song about her mental health and a toxic relationship. the song goes viral and the hype is passed on to her

In which, two strangers at a party forget to exchange their names by the end of the night. ( a matthew gray gubler fanfic ) ( will include irl & social media ) ( cover made by @goodhYOUman )

3rd installment in the "Eidetic Love" story. Based a year on from where we last saw Olivia, has everything and everyone moved on? or is there too much unfinished business?

- discontinued - | E • the • real | (adj.) Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world.

It has been a couple of months since Spencer was taken. Despite the hiccup with Emma, Olivia and Spencer have only grown closer. It is only a couple of weeks until Christmas......what could possibly go wrong? Sequel to Eidetic Love

"You're my little girl understand princess?" Leah Emer is 21 years old who lives by herslef in LA. She hides her little side from the world but she soon won't have to. One day Leah was reading on the floor in the isle of a book store when she saw a man leaning on a book shelf smiling at her. "What are you looking at princess?" "I'm not your princess." The man smiled to himself and laughed. "Soon you will be."