"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

In the year 1945, Tom Riddle was prepared to begin his reign as the Dark Lord. In 1977, he had accomplished that which he most desired - dominion in the wizarding world and the power to quiet all those who opposed him. In 1998, Hogwarts has fallen to Lord Voldemort, and the world is at his mercy. One witch will be instrumental in his story. Hermione Granger, the last to survive Voldemort's final attack, is forced to face her most colossal challenge that will weave her through each influential time. With a time-turner around her neck and friends she never expected by her side, Hermione must learn her role in changing the world as she once knew it to a world where freedom and hope abound. But Tom Riddle won't go down easy. He is determined to follow through with his plans, and a bushy haired girl has no chance of changing his mind... Right? Highest Ranking: #1 in Tomione #1 in Postwar #2 in Battleofhogwarts --------------------------------------------- This is my first fanfiction! I've read a few Tomione's, but there aren't many out there - guess some people think it's weird or something. Smh. Soo, I decided to write my own, and see where it takes me! This will be a tomione fic with eventual part dramione and blinny. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OF HARRY POTTER. ALL OF THAT CREDIT GOES TO THE AMAZING JK ROWLING. THE ONLY THING THAT IS MINE IS THE COVER AND THE STORYLINE I'VE CREATED.

Tom Riddle charms everyone, but he hates Hermione Granger because she's a bossy, know-it-all; until she does something impossible and Tom is desperate to know how she did it... because he can do impossible things too. As a Muggle war rages outside of Britains' borders, Tom and Hermione attend Hogwarts and navigate the wizarding world and it's xenophobic politics the best way they know how. When Grindelwald's rise threatens to overshadow them all, what will Tom and Hermione do to survive? And will they change the fabric of the wizarding world while they do it? Complete!

The Order has fallen. Voldemort has taken over, slowly enslaving the Wizarding World to each and every command. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione Granger has been enlisted as the Dark Lord's right-hand woman after she'd lost all hope on ever avenging her fallen comrades. Her once brilliant mind, now only used as a weapon for destruction. In the years leading to the Order's failure, she'd struck a deal with the Devil himself in order to survive and save all her friends. But when all else fails and there is nothing left of the once bold, bright and beautiful Hermione, it's hard to come back once you've shook hands with the Devil. Slow burn Dramione. Illustrated by the talented @avendellart Word count: 82,109 Best ratings: 24 in #hpfanfic, 32 in #granger, 107 in #death, 63 in #war, 6 in #deathlyhallows Start date: 20.01.21

SECOND BOOK OF THE SEVEN DEVILS. [warnings: eventual smut•death•violence•possibly disturbing scenes•dark magic•religious themes] One year and a half after her departure, Varya Petrov is still fighting against time itself. With Grindelwald's attacks on Hogwarts becoming more and more aggressive, there is only a matter of time before the war is lost. Varya has been assigned one task- find the remaining Deathly Hallows and protect them from Grindelwald. With a team of extraordinary witches and wizards, she sets out to track the Cloak of Invisibility and the Resurrection Stone. One of them, however, happens to be at Hogwarts, at the hands of infamous Tom Riddle. Her journey is not as easy as she would have thought, because with Hogwarts under lockdown and a battle looming over their heads, reuniting with the Knights might not be what she had expected. cover by @supremegae

Eliza Banes, her ambition for adventure and her penchant for trouble, have often been trying on her poor mama's nerves. All her mother desires is for Eliza to be married and settled, but Eliza has other plans. Seizing an opportunity to stow away on a merchant ship to live out her dreams of seeing the world, Eliza has no idea what she is getting herself into. What she thought would be a harmless adventure sees her experience new challenges, rowdy sailors, evil pirates, and it brings her face to face with the surliest sea captain with a heart of pure gold. Eliza is about to discover the true meaning of, "be careful what you wish for."

(The Trilogy is now complete) This novel was written in 2011 when I was 15 - I'm slowly editing but please forgive misspells , plot holes etc. Any similarities APK has to any other Wattpad series, especially those written after 2011 are purely coincidental. My writing is mine and mine alone! Winner of the Adventure category and Best Hero in the Watty Awards 2011. All Rights Reserved. ___________________ It is Dangerous to deal with Pirates. Circe's Father has always told her so. So when a mysterious shadowy figure with gold and silver eyes appears on her balcony and attempts to steal her away the first thing that she wonders is why? Why does this mysterious stranger seem to know her more than she knows herself with just one look? Why does her Father pity Pirates? And why does she feel a strange pull towards the sea? Two years will go by before she finds the answers she is looking for, by then Circe is certain that the Pirate will have forgotten all about her and the promise he made and sealed, with a stolen kiss. Unfortunatly there is still one other thing she needs to learn. A Pirate never forgets. Join Circe on her journey for truth as she discovers a world of lands and beings that she never believed to exist. Will she find all the answers that she is looking for? Or is something dark and deadly coming her way, determined that she should never for fill her true destiny.

Her pulse thrummed at the speed of a frightened rabbit, blue veins interlocking like branches on an old tree. Her face was fading to an ice blue and I suddenly found myself liking the colour. My hand felt huge in comparison to her small neck, if I applied too much pressure it would snap like a twig. Despite the dangerous position she was in, she was smiling up at me, milky eyes full of tears that broke free and carved translucent lines in her pale cheeks. "Why are you still here," I snarled, my eyes a breath away from hers. "Because I love you," the answer was expected and a pleasing feeling of control flooded my body. "No matter how many times I hurt her she would look at me with those blank eyes that showed the most emotion I had ever seen, I would never admit it to her but I was quite fond of her. Releasing her throat, I gave her a moment to cough and splutter. Growing impatient, I trailed my fingers down the marks the tears had left. I don't know what love feels like, I don't think I'll ever know, but right now I think I love her the most I ever could love anything. It was a confusing feeling, a feeling that made me want to protect her instead of do her harm, it was my own brand of love. "Go fetch my knife xim," a giddy smile lit up her face, she didn't hesitate in walking he familiar path to my draw of toys. "This one," she asked, a freshly sharpened butcher knife in her hand. "Yes, that one," I smirked, striding over to her. Casimir, a young serial killer discovers that there's more to life than slaughtering young girls at bars.

❛ he had loved her for years, centuries, eons even. he had loved her from the very first touch, from the very first word upon her sweet lips. ❜ all grayson had ever wanted was his chryssie.