"It's the invisible things, Granger. Like the way I feel when you smile that smile that leaves me like a fluttering petal gently falling off a sweet pink tree." Handsome, clever and rich, Y/N Malfoy is the younger twin of Draco Malfoy. The two were unidentical twins with Draco being the split image of his father, Y/N was basically the male version of his beautiful mother. Lucius Malfoy was known to be a Death Eater, he was rude and unkind but was known to love his family unconditionally. Though the twins almost opposites, with Y/N described as cunning yet refreshing, much like his mother, enjoys the finer things in life and Draco crooked and a bully, like his father, enjoyed rubbing those finer things in people's faces, they were as tight as a knot. Y/N would kill for his twin and knew that he would do the same. Growing up as a Pure-blood supremist, Y/N was eager to learn more about Muggle-borns. Can he truly love one with no ill-intentions?

Y/N, an inter-dimensional hero. Y/N has become a complete legend in thousands of dimensions. Whether it is facing a monster, a disaster, a god, or other horrors, Y/N would always emerge victorious. Undefeated, unmatched.... Unbelievably tired. After spending much of his life fighting evil, Y/N wants nothing more than to return home. Of course as a reward for his heroism, he was sent to his home dimension, Earth.... Right?...

Hey guys, this is a collection of all of Will's poems from the infernal devices. I do not own the right to any of these poems, all of these rights belong to Cassandra Clare

A monster. Cursed by the gods and feared by all. Medusa, the famed gorgon which turned those to stone with one look, had lost all hope in her life when she stumbled across that crying baby. She was ready to put the abandoned child out of its misery, but she wasn't ready to get attached. He was cursed too, and she couldn't help but see herself within him. And it was with that she decided to become his mother. Growing up with his mother in a shack in the forest, Nikolas was content with their life; until suddenly everything is thrown out of order when he loses his mother. But he refuses to let go so easily. He'll go anywhere to save his mother; even into the depths of Tartarus itself. This is the legend of Nikolas, the Son of Snakes. Volume 1 - The Son Of Snakes [In Progress] #1 greekmythology - 12/23/2022 #1 greece - 1/12/2023 #1 medusa - 3/27/2023 #1 original - 4/22/2023 #1 mythology - 5/18/2023 #1 fighting - 7/25/2023 #1 legend - 9/12/2023 #1 sliceoflife - 9/15/2023 (A Greek Mythology Harem Story) ***Notice. This story is inspired by Greece Mythology, but due to how much of a mess it can be and creative liberties not everything will be accurate***

Like water is forced to flow and life is destined to fade, humans follow a strict path carved in stone ever since they were born. This curse is called fate and is a normal part of everyone's life. But in a world filled with so many abnormalities, we ask ourselves if this concept can be severed. We embark on a journey where we meet brave souls rebelling against this unbreakable foe. Our main protagonist is called Y/n L/n, a kind and loving brother figure of many. But.. who is this person hiding behind that smile? Where does he come from, and.. why doesn't he want to talk about it? (Attack on Titan x Male Reader) I do not own Attack on Titan. If I use any Images that are not straight from the Anime/Manga, I will be linking them on the bottom of the Chapter.

BxG "I hate Billie, no doubt, no hesitation. But Billie hates me too so it works out. She seems like a cool and nice person, but in fact she's a real bitch. But low-key I kinda want her, and she looks kinda hot when she's mad. But she still acts like a bitch." +_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+ "Bitch" I growl as I slowly back her up against the counter. A scowl plastered on my face. "Asshole" She retorts, shooting me a glare. Her body was in-between me and the counter, the space between us slowly getting smaller. "I hate you" I whisper angrily, our lips inching closer. I could feel her hot breath on my lips. "Not as much as I hate you" She whispers back. Our noses were touching and our lips were almost touching. The rays from the full moon outlined the body that I so desired. I hated her, but I wanted her. Badly. Her normally icy blue eyes were dark, not in anger. But in lust. +_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+_-_+