a story of a witch that loved the night and stars too much and a boy that found comfort in the constellations hidden in her eyes

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

"𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐥." #1 in tomriddle (12/14/2020) #1 in harrypotter (09/08/2020) #1 in voldemort (09/02/2020) #1 in riddle (09/02/2020) #1 in evil (10/12/2020) [All the characters with the exception of Seraphina, some close friends and her family belong to J. K. Rowling] [Warning: mature content, violence, sensible themes and inappropriate language]

- PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS 'The Scars Of Your Love' - Emmeline Adams is just getting settled into her new life as a college student in Berkeley, California. She has her entire life mapped out on paper and her sights set on a successful career. However, when dropping off her new roommate at a party the day before college begins, she stumbles across a pair of grey eyes that derail her plans before she ever realises it. Aiden Blackwood was known for his bad temper and lack of empathy. However, behind the tall walls he's built to protect himself, he's far more than just an acclaimed villain. He symbolises everything Emma distrusts. She embodies everything Aiden fears. So what happens when this shattered man surrounded by darkness discovers a light at the end of a very long tunnel? --- Hi Everyone! This is my first story so it's a little rough around the edges, definitely not perfect, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. MATURE AUDIENCE WARNING: May contain graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. Accomplishments 🥇 in LoveAtFirstSight 🥇 in Complicated 🥇 in OppositesAttract 🥇 in ComplicatedRelationships 🥇 in Trending 🥇 in BadPast 🥇 in Heartbreak 🥇 in Jealousy 🥇 in RomanticSuspense 🥇 in YoungRomance 🥈 in ComingOfAge 🥈 in LoveHate

Original: Wonder by wordcouture on AO3. This is just an extended version of the original that I wrote with a hopeful ending because the original made me so sad. ! platonic

After battling with a life threatening disease, Stephanie finally got the all clear on her health. She was free to live her life. She is starting a new school at the start of the year, planning to just finish high school with no problems. But then a certain asshole and his friends come barging into her life and she is thrown into a world of chaos. *Added to @humour's 'Young.Dumb.Full Of Fun!' reading list 8/8/2018* * Reached #1 on Humor's official hot list 1/1/2020*

"I didn't ask for this, Hero. I didn't ask for any of this." Nora Johannes was poor. That was one way to describe her. She was poor in the means that she lacked everything a normal teenage girl in her town wouldn't: a stable home, a loving family, and friends to gossip the night away with. Nora lacked the norm. Hero, on the other hand, did not. Hero Woods was the norm. He created the trends in Hillcrest Memorial and roamed the halls in confidence: he was also the person who brought all of his five, trustworthy friends together. Nora had enough. Hero had it all. But what if 'enough' was no longer sufficient? What if Hero's 'all' became too much? What if their all was never enough? Achievements: #7 in Heartbreak #5 in Badboy #10 in Trauma

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"I don't know who you think you are coming here, and acting like you don't care about anything. Now listen here Princess, because I'm not going to repeat myself. Here's a couple of rules that I'd like to enlighten upon you. Number one, you do not talk back to me. And two, you don't mess with me or the rules," his breath fans my face and I close my eyes. The proximity between us was terrifying. "I've dealt with many bitches like you, so I suggest that you follow those rules unless you want to end up like them," - he leans in. His mouth lingers near my ear, "used." ... "... You might think that you run this place, but you do not run me. Understand? And the sooner you understand that, the better it'll be for the both of us," I warn staring right into his eyes before walking away. I was more than amused by his dumbfounded expression. I stop, and turn back around, facing him, "And one piece of advice, know what you're fishing for before you start fishing. What if you find a shark and it reels you in, instead?" ⇒Highest rank: 1 in Chicklit on 01.08.16