It was a common misconception that pureblooded children such as the Malfoys were bred from a family that was based solely on hatred. However, that was the farthest from the truth as the eldest of the Malfoy family, Saros, had grown up in a household surrounded by the warmth and love of his parents. He grew up spoiled, holding a sense of entitlement since the time he was young because his parents told him and his little brother, Draco, that they deserved the world. His parents had given Saros no reason not to believe and trust in their word, they gave him no reason for him not to love them, which made the internal battle turn into an all-out war when it came to choosing what side was right and which one was wrong. Saros learns that good and evil is not so black and white when living in a grey world. He will do anything to protect his family, even if it means making the wrong decisions in their eyes. Normally, Angelina Johnson wouldn't even bother with the likes of Saros Malfoy, after all, she has her own life to tend to and she knows the type of person that he is. Spoiled and entitled don't interest the girl, however, there is a moment, where she is a witness to something beyond the typical Malfoy air, a time where Saros shows that he is human and maybe Angelina's got it all wrong about the boy.

Lorsqu'Amelia Collins déménage dans une nouvelle ville pour échapper à son passé sombre, elle veut juste garder la tête froide et terminer sa dernière année. Ses projets changent radicalement quand elle percute - littéralement - le plus hot des garçons et le numéro un des personnes du lycée sur la liste "ne pas plaisanter avec", Aiden Parker. Alors qu'Amelia cherche à trouver un moyen de survivre à sa dernière année, elle essaie de ne pas tomber pour le désespérément beau Aiden, ou son arrogant et espiègle manipulateur qui lui sert de meilleur ami, Mason. Avec de nouveaux amis, de bons canulars, des reines des pétasses, de vieilles rivalités, et un passé qui hante, la dernière année d'Amelia est destinée à être chargée de drames. Fiction d'Ava Violet

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Chip Honeycutt has a girly name. That's not the problem; his real problem is hiding the fact that his family owns a bakery. And that he loves to bake. What will happen when a new guy comes along and finds out his secret? Will he tell everyone? Or will he keep it? © 2015 by theCuppedCake. All rights reserved.

Damien Stryker is a ruthless billionaire, but when Serena Mclane is forced to marry him, she hopes to find the mercy behind his cold eyes and strong hands. ****** Damien Stryker, a domineering billionaire, is someone you don't want to get close to. Unfortunately for Serena Mclane, she doesn't have much of a choice. Always at the mercy of her family's name and legacy, Serena has to do as her father says. So when her father forces her into an arranged marriage with the one and only Damien Stryker: the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled, and love starts to bloom. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

*Extract from Badass Rogue* I aimed for his neck but he turned me around, tangling his body with mine. Frustrated, I elbowed his face and I backed the fuck away. "Give up?" He asked quietly, his heavy breathing echoing. I scoffed. "You're fucking kidding me, right?" "I don't want to hurt you." I watched him as he spoke, I quietly chuckled at his pathetic attempt to make me lose. "Fuck you!" I ran to him with my exhausted leg and used my strength to push him back. He caught me and threw me to the ground, causing a enormous pain to travel through my back. I pulled his body so he fell to the ground, he pushed me away and turned our bodies so I was facing him. I writhed in my spot, attempting to get away from his grip. "Don't move." He demanded. Before I could answer, his lips were on mine. -Editing + wrote this ages ago so it does have many problems with it, not my finest work I have to admit so be warned.