*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT* THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2. Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo. "Something can be both delicate and violent" *** Harry lowers his eyes at me as he backs me up against the wall, the red lighting only making him look more menacing "You wanted the bad guy Abby? Wanted the villain?" My heart his running a hundred mile an hour when my breathing hitches in my throat as his hand comes up to wrap his long fingers tight around my jaw forcing me to look him in the eye. "Well now you've got him" He leans his face close to mine, his voice dropping to a low warning murmur that has my stomach hitting the floor. "...Run little mouse" *** BOOK STARTED JULY 1 2019 COMPLETED JULY 2021

*Story Contains Mature and Explicit Content* [COMPLETED] "Strangers in the dark can change your life in the light." "As I reach the front door I can't help the same question swimming around in my mind, what could possibly be on all of those tapes?" ----- Preview: "You wanna try and be my medicine Abby?" he asks with a deep testing tone, keeping his voice quiet. "I can try" I breathe out as I gulp when his grip tightens "Try me" His hand slides up my throat, his long fingers wrapping tight around my jaw "That's what you really want?" I nod, as I sigh out a shallow yes, and I see every muscle in his body tense, as he wets his lips; hoarsely murmuring his next sentence like its his last try at making me change my mind. "I'm dangerous Abby, this is your last chance, tried to warn you" My stomach twists and knots, as I use every ounce of bravery I have. "Prove it then" ----- Book Started : DEC 2018 - COMPLETED MAY 2019

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

"There's not much of a reason for me to stay here. Besides the fact that you're here, Eds."

Bad press is still press.

"What are you doing?" "What does it look like?" "It looks like you're putting eggplants in a pile outside my room." "That's exactly what I'm doing." ~ Venus Jordan hasn't been to school with her twin, Lee, in years - and Ilvermorny just isn't as fun without him. When Lee suggests she finally comes to Hogwarts, she agrees - but she has no idea what's coming. What happens when you mix the Jordan twins, fifteen eggplants, hidden powers, and the Weasley twins together? Chaos, that's what. ~ NOTE: Begins during Prisoner of Azkaban. CONTAINS SWEARING, MODERATE VIOLENCE, AND SOME SEXUAL SCENES *UNEDITED*

➥COMPLETED ❝Fred Weasley! You're such a pain in the arse!❞, she yelled, throwing her hands up furiously, but he just smirked with the usual mischievous sparkle in his warm eyes, as he bowed slowly down to her, his face merely inches away from Lynnea's. ❝I know, Bailey, I know. But I could be all yours forever.❞ ootp - dh highest ranking: #2 in fanfiction #1 in fredweasley

The world is a dark place, Eddie. Without you it's even darker.

"stop acting like you know me! because you don't! you don't know me." + a story about a girl that seems incapable of love and a boy that's fallen head over heals for her. started. september 3, 2019 -strong language- |Jaeden Martell fanfiction|

She's an orphan, broken and lost in the world. Having been in and out of foster homes since she can remember, love is a concept very foreign to her. All she feels is empty. He's the 'golden boy'. Loved by everyone in the school, especially the girls. Well all except for one that is. What will happen when the two discover that despite their vast differences, they each have the ability to bring joy and happiness to the other? Will they finally learn to trust each other or will their relationship amount to a mere school rivalry? Only time will tell. Because after all, everyone has their own story. And this is the story of Gilbert Blythe and his Princess Cordelia