❝Dammi la verità, solo la verità Avvera tutti i sogni, toglimi felicità Fai sì che l'illusione poi non svanirà❞ ☾ Inizio: 17.07. 25 - Fine 30.12.25 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞: nella storia sono presenti scene a bollino rosso, linguaggio volgare, menzione e uso di sostanze stupefacenti, violenza. Tutti gli avvenimenti e i caratteri dei personaggi in questa storia sono frutto della mia fantasia. Ogni riferimento è puramente casuale e immaginario, questa è solo una storia, finzione.

Harry and Mia potter and their friends travel back in time to change their future when the past finds out Dumbledore is a no-good liar almost everyone turns on him Mia finds out secrets and her brother turns on her [not good with descriptions] ⚠️ Warning mentions abuse blood drugs alcohol murder there will be Dumbledore bashing along with Lily, Molly and Harry I DO NOT OWN THE HARRY POTTER PLOT NOR THE CHARACTERS I JUST OWN MY PLOT AND MY O.C'S

Y/N Evans was shy. She never talked much. She always let her sisters get the spotlight. She didn't want to upstage Lily at school or upstage Petunia at home, even though she could do both. Though a Gryffindor, many described her as weak and timid. That is until the first night of fifth year. the story in which there was a third Evans sister, who didn't look or act like the rest of her family.

when lord lyonel baratheon hosted a tourney at storms end in honor of his only daughters seventeenth nameday, the great houses of westeros assembled at the ancestral seat of house baratheon. even the house of the dragon had made the journey from the crownlands to here - gracing the tourney not only with the presence of the heir, prince baelor, but king daeron himself. an event worthy of the historybooks, just as lord baratheon intended - what had not been on his mind was the fact that his beloved daughter, the storms doe, had caught the eye of a dragon.

- Willow Rivers - I had to run. Fleeing from Duke University was never in my mother's plans for me, but I had run out of options. I had no other choice than to break her trust. North Carolina had nothing left for me. In fact, it never had anything for my soul. I craved more. No - I needed more. The University of Oxford was meant to be a fresh start for me as I began my Junior year. I had dreamt of Oxford for as long as I could remember, clipping out news articles that fled the US regarding England's renowned college and plastering them in my 'dreams' notebook. I had left all of my secrets behind me in the states, and this was my chance to recreate myself and become the person I was always meant to be. However, my new roommate had other plans. - Jacob Elordi - I couldn't help myself. The moment I saw the brunette plastered on my friend's sofa, I knew she was mine. There was nothing that would stop me from taking her. Even Willow herself couldn't stop me. I needed her more than breathing, my infatuation morphing into obsession the longer she remained clueless to my presence. I had made a promise to myself the mere second I caught a glimpse of her soft, innocent face. I would break her, rearrange her pieces, and make her need me more than she ever dreamt possible. She will be mine no matter how long the chase is. She will bow to me. Even if I have to take matters into my own hands and get them bloody.

tough as nails, built for breaking but you were just a kid when they told you you'd been born to bleed, little soldier or. Valarr Targaryen wants many things- for his father to live forever, for his jousting skills to improve, for a chance to shine. The one thing he knows he shouldn't want is Dahlia Fossoway. Aerion's bethroted. But for all his focus on his duty, he can't bring himself to give her up.

"He'd do it again if it meant she got the chance to live." "He looked at her, actually looked at her, and wondered how anyone who saw her, didn't fall in love with her." "A trade was to be made." "Friendship was going to be the only way to get through this." "And it was then, Estella realized, he didn't want to be saved." *************** A story of Estella Dumbledore, a seer, and granddaughter of Albus Dumbledore. Friends with the golden trio. Follow the story of close and forever-lasting friendships, true love, and a fight for what is right. I'm really bad at descriptions, but I swear the story is actually better than it seems. Disclaimer: All rights are reserved to/for J.K. Rowling-the creator of Harry Potter. Additional plots and characters are my ideas/creations. In this, I also made Harry Potter be a height of 6' foot despite him being shorter in the books and movies...and I may have given him abs...It just matched the image in my head better. Cover by: rockstarsvalentine Long chapters, especially as each year goes by. Prisoner of Azkaban: completed Goblet of Fire: completed Order of Phoenix: completed Half-Blooded Prince: completed Deathly Hallows: completed A mature story.

We know babes u in love so I made some hope u like -this book is bad at the beginning but if u skip to after request it gets better

After a deadly raid leaves her ikran dead and her clan gone, a young Mangkwan girl drifts alone across the ocean on a makeshift raft. Found at the edge of Metkayina waters by Neteyam Sully, she is spared, despite being the enemy. Alone, she learns that strength is not just surviving the fire that tried to consume her. _____•• #1 Neytiri #1 Jack Champion #1 Mangkwan #1 Rotxo #2 afaa Start: 1/1/25 Finish: 2/12/26

When fragile peace settles over the reefs, **Tonowari and Ronal** make a long-delayed decision: it is time for their children-and the Sully family-to meet the clan that has stood as the Metkayina's unseen right hand for generations. Guided by ancient currents and unspoken respect, they travel beyond familiar waters to the territory of the **Mo'vani Clan**, a people known for their resilience, devotion to Eywa, and quiet strength. What Jake Sully expects is caution. What he finds instead is something far more unsettling-and humbling. The Mo'vani are determined without being harsh, disciplined without cruelty, and welcoming in a way that feels earned rather than offered out of obligation. Their village breathes with life and purpose, shaped by the sea and protected by tradition. At its heart stands **Sa'lyra te Mo'vani**, Tsahìk and leader, whose calm authority and fluid grace hold the clan together like the tide binds the shore. As the children explore unfamiliar waters and old wounds brush against new alliances, Jake watches a people who have survived not by force, but by unity-and a leader who commands loyalty without raising her voice. The visit becomes more than diplomacy; it becomes a reckoning. In the presence of the Mo'vani, Jake begins to question what leadership truly means, what home can look like, and whether the sea has carried him here for reasons far deeper than chance. In these waters, nothing is accidental-and no one leaves unchanged.