In the wake of the Dark Lord's triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort's new world, help-and hope-seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. THIS STORY IS BY Lovesbitca8 ON AO3!! I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR HER WORK WHATSOEVER!! - #83 on ao3 - 9|17|21 #31 on ao3 - 9|29|21 #33 on ao3 - 10|2|21 #445 on dramione - 10|6|21 #7 on ao3 - 5|14|22 #73 on wattpad - 7|31|23

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Calliope has one job: to hunt the supernatural terrorizing mankind. What she never anticipates is being drawn to the same creature she seeks to end. ** An outcast to her kind, Calli is well-seasoned on taking the dirtiest jobs the angel blood can find. However, she'll find this one takes the cake on being the worst of all. Sinclair Black, the infamously sex-fueled playboy, is assigned as her next victim. Unbeknownst to her, the upper-level incubus also reins as the city's most notorious hitman. To survive his wrath, Calli finds herself in a soul-bond that will only break when she repays a debt. Now she'll just have to fulfill her end as his pet before her divine brethren find out--or survive the grave consequences that come with betraying their sacred bloodline. Once she pays her due, she'll be free, but first, she'll need to wrestle the biggest challenge of all: resisting the wicked temptation that is Sinclair Black. ** {18+} #1 paranormal (2/4) #1 enemieswithbenefits (12/24) #1 gangs (1/21) #2 badboy (4/10) #1 obsessive (8/3) #1 darkromance (2/22)

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

"I'm giving you an out right now," he pants. Granger's fingers tighten in his hair, and confusion etches in her face. She tries to rock into his hips, and he has to forcefully stop her. "N-no," she stutters, panting like she's run a marathon. She tries to grind on Draco again, but his grip stops her, much to his irritation. "I'll ruin you, Golden Girl." She stares into his silver irises, breaths coming in almost evenly. He searches her face for a reaction or sign that she might want to stop. Inspired by 'Friends' by Chase Atlantic No infringement intended. Read the warnings.

[BOOK TWO] in which the girl who lost it all reunites with the boy who took it all away from her. cover by @thirstymalfoy

in which the boy who had no choice meets the girl who's tasked to find out why. cover by @thirstymalfoy HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in draco malfoy

"Someone's coming, we have to be quick, Enzo." I said, and he swiftly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my naked chest. "Baby, nothing about what I'm about to do to you will be quick." He smirked, then bent down to kiss my left breast, which caused a moan to leave my lips. • BOOK ONE OF THE ROMANO TRILOGY • A mafia romance following two souls who were destined to find each other again. Love Romano cherished Lorenzo Castillo as she did herself. He was her first love and the last person she thought would betray her. After leaving without so much as a goodbye, Lorenzo moved back to Korea with his father due to complications with his mother's health. Following her unfortunate death, his father revealed to him the real cause of their families demise. Determined to both win Love's heart again and catch his mother's killer, seven years later, Lorenzo returns to New York with fire in his eyes and a plan to execute. *This book contains mature language and scenes, so it is intended for mature audiences.

Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)