Enthält mehrere Teile, die alle hier zu finden sind. Teil 1: Abgeschlossen Teil 2: Abgeschlossen Teil 3: Abgeschlossen Teil 4: Läuft xxx Die Anziehungskraft zwischen uns war nicht mehr zu ignorieren und dagegen anzukämpfen, lohnte sich gar nicht mehr. Ich hatte nicht einmal mehr die Kraft dazu. Langsam neigte ich mich zu ihm auf und verringerte den letzten Abstand, als er seinen Kopf fallen ließ und sich langsam zurückzog. Er schüttelte seinen Kopf und löste meine Hand von seinem Nacken.«Ich bin nicht der Richtige für sowas», flüsterte er und sah mir dann in meine Augen. xxx Noès Eltern widmen ihr Leben, es Kindern und Jugendlichen zu ermöglichen, aus schlimmen und ungesunden Verhältnissen zu entkommen. Eines der Kinder war Dario Corrado. Er und seine große Halbschwester Giorgia wurden der damals noch viel zu jungen Samantha entnommen. Gio scheint Halt gefunden zu haben, doch Dario hatte diesen verfehlt. Noè merkt schnell, wie schlecht es um den Grünäugigen steht und kann es nicht über sich ergehenlassen, sich nicht einzumischen. Schließlich bedeutet er ihr mehr als er sollte. Doch kommt sie mit den Problemen, die er mit sich bringt auch wirklich klar?

Post HBP. Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so her and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give... Mature content and themes, and explicit language. ✨Feel free to comment✨ ❗Disclaimer: I do not own Isolation❗ The author of this incredible fan fiction is Bex-Chan. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series and Bex-Chan for writing this Fanfic based off the characters in said series. Here is a link to the original: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6291747/1/Isolation

{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 }

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

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)

Avery Williams - a regular pack member. Trent Denver - the alpha. They don't get along, her being too hard-headed and him believing whatever he says is right. At a party, a prank war starts between them. Prank after prank gets worse and worse. As an alpha, Trent doesn't want to lose the prank war so he enforces a prank, one that changes everything. As competitive as Avery is, this prank tears her apart and she gives up, along with losing the respect she had for her alpha. But fate likes to give us tricky situations, ones we might not understand in the moment but we'll realise in the future. And that's exactly what happens when the moon goddess chooses Avery to be Trent's mate when she turns eighteen. - COPYRIGHT: ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY KAYLA CACOPARDO Book cover photographed and modelled: Erik Lucatero MATURE THEMES Highest ranking: #1 Mates 1/04/2021 #3 Werewolf 15/6/2021 #1 Beta 19/04/2021 #1 Rebel 15/6/2021

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

Draco ist dazu verdonnert, mit Hermine im siebten Jahr in Zaubertränke zusammen zu arbeiten. Da ist das Chaos jedoch vorprogrammiert und Hermine landet auf der Krankenstation. Bewusstlos. Im Koma. Was aber, wenn es gar nicht ist wie es scheint und wenn Draco Malfoy von seinem schlechten Gewissen zerfressen wird? Was, wenn er unfreiwilliger Weise mehr über sie erfährt, als er wollte? Und was, wenn dies vielleicht das Beste ist, was ihm jemals passiert ist? Dramione mit einer geballten Ladung Blaise Zabini, genau wie ich es gerne mag. Lest doch mal rein, ich freu mich!

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.