Willow King a 22 year old autistic freelance artist is shot to death by her boyfriend. She awakens in what she assumes is heaven and meets the 'angel' Hathor who gives her a trial.. or more aptly a happy afterlife.. or so Willow thinks.. She chooses the ability to Quick Save and Load as her ability to protect herself in her world... She doesn't know that Hathor is known to make their trials around the 'Soulmate' trope often found in fanfiction.. Will she be able to be happy in a world filled with psycho killers she's unknowingly soulmated too? (This story is part eleven of my 'Feline Afterlife' universe series. And part one of my Soulmate Series)

A simple girl who works for her boss as a personal assistant. Right, expect he is dangerous. She just doesn't know it. He's a mafia boss. He saves her and asks her a question that will changer her life forever. Not edited! However, her biggest danger is her own physically abusive father reverse harem!!BDSM relationship!! If you are uncomfortable with stuff like that it's not the book for you! Multiple POVs: Updated weekly Tuesday sometimes I'll update more often if i can. Smut will contain 🔥🌶️ in the title if you don't want to read it. "If I show anything, you cannot call the cops. He will kill me." I say, my voice trembling. "Deal," Mr. Greyson says immediately. I sigh, slipping off my coat. My short-sleeve blouse underneath. My grab marks and cigarette burns danced across my skin. I softly place the coat in Dexters stretched-out hand. Various stages of bruising on my arms are now visible. I couldn't help but notice the tension increase in the air. Nobody says anything. Mr. Greyson runs his hands through his hair and over his face. A heavy sigh leaves his lips. "Sit on my desk." He says this as he continues to sit in his chair. Shame and embarrassment fuel my body as I sit down on his deck in front of him. He looks at my arm, wrapped tightly. Before unwrapping delicately as if foreign to his nature. "Jesus Christ," he mumbles under his breath as more and more of my arm is unwrapped. He places the wrap on the desk, looking at it intently. He looks at Dexter. "Go get Jermery." He says to Dexter "Yes, boss," he says. Book one of series

Birmingham Central Library, 1930 The hush of the library was not the sort Tommy Shelby was used to. It wasn't the thick, reverent quiet of a church or the loaded silence of a negotiation. It was clean-almost sacred. He walked between tall oak shelves, cigarette tucked behind his ear, and the click of his polished shoes against the floorboards was the only rebellion in the air. He was looking for a record-land deeds, something clerical. Boring, Ada had said. Tommy didn't believe in boring. Every detail had a price, even the dull ones. A voice broke the silence before he saw her. "You can't smoke in here." He turned. She stood beneath a hanging lamp, holding a book with one finger marking her place. Dark eyes-sharp, assessing-met his with the steadiness of someone who had already measured him and found him lacking in something. Or perhaps too full of something else. "I'm not smoking," he replied, deadpan. "Yet." She raised an eyebrow. "Intent counts." Tommy allowed a hint of a smile. "Does it now?" The librarian stepped forward, slipping the book into the crook of her arm. Black hair, neatly pinned, a charcoal blouse tucked into a high-waisted skirt. Elegant. Efficient. Watchful. She looked like she belonged here-among dusty knowledge and forgotten truths. "Do you need assistance," she asked, "or are you just here to test the building's flammability?" "I'm looking for land records," he said. "Early acquisitions. 1918, Birmingham South." Her eyes narrowed, just a fraction. "That section's restricted." "Tell your supervisor I'm Thomas Shelby." She didn't flinch. "I am the supervisor." And then, something shifted. A flicker-not in her expression, but in the air between them. Magic, maybe. A pulse of something not seen, but felt. Tommy's instincts didn't know the word for it. But they knew the smell of power.

**CONTAINS TEEN WOLF SPOILERS** Stiles Stilinski has been through thick and thin; he's died once, came back to life once, and survived many threats to him and his friends. He was put in a coma, and awoke with powers he couldn't control: the powers of a werefox. And he's adjusted. A new pack--this time, a fox pack--has entered the boundaries of this god forsaken town. The Alpha of the pack wants to recruit Stiles, and take him away forever. Scott won't let that happen. The McCall pack is pitted against this new enemy, and Stiles is torn between two options: stay with his family in Beacon Hills, or join the fox pack with hopes of a better future. It all comes down to one moment, one that might choose Stiles's fate, and bring the rest of his world down with it. ***I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, ALL CREDIT GOES TO JEFF DAVIS. ALL I OWN ARE THE CHARACTERS I CREAE ALONG THE WAY*** ***COVER MADE BY @ECHOHOUSES***

Stiles Stilinski learns way too young that sometimes mommies get sick and sometimes daddies don't pay attention and it results in somebodies getting hurt. This time Stiles is the one who gets hurt and his mommy does a bad thing that leaves him unable to hear ever again.

Stiles loves his pack his family but when he finds out that some one he cares about is dying he makes a deal that would save their life but damn his soul ------------------------ I do not own any of these characters ------------------------ this is my first story so I apologize in advance

Stiles. The human of the group. Sometimes a target. Okay, a target a lot of the time. And in this story, this is no different. What starts off as something Stiles thought was mildly bugging him turned out to be something much different. How does he handle Scott suddenly turning on him? How does he handle being forced out of the pack? And how does he feel when he unlocks something he had subconsciously been keeping sheltered for the majority of his life? And how does he handle when romance plays it's cards right into his hands?

Harry is given the opportunity to go back in time after he does during the war by Death himself! Harry has always been Master of Death more so now that he has already collected the Deathly Hallows, Death had to watch Harry be manipulated by Dumbles, friends being paid, abuse and neglect in his 16 years of being with his relatives Now given a choice does he go back and help two other abused and neglected boys or does he stay and be manipulated? One big choice could make or break Harry more than anything, followed by a friend or two to help raise the snakes In Collab with @japgal94 Saved by a Stranger who Rewound their Lives If anything is similar it's because we are bouncing ideas off each other For my brother whos 29 today

IN WHICH christian grey falls out of love with ana, and into love with her little sister.

The Dixons and Harry Potter try to get to Atlanta but fail miserably when they realize the entire town is crawling with Walkers. The survivors they are - they head for higher up the mountain to keep safe. They are later joined by Shane and the others. What would have become of the group if they'd had a wizard within its ranks? Would they have found somewhere safe and been able to keep it or would they still lose? Who would survive? Who would die? Not mine credits go to DebsTheSlytherinSnapeFan