i'm redoing this book a bit so i hope you're ready because i know what i'm doing this time... All these caricatures belong to the awesome Sarah j. Maas! This is my first ever book and I hope you like it!🖤

Meet the cast of Throne of Glass and A Court of Thorns and Roses, all coming from dark pasts and origins, coming together in the last years of their High School days. Their shadow from their past comes to haunt them, but how will their reaction and allies help them?

Aelin and Rowan are in junior year at Tesseran high... they hate each other. All characters belong to Sarah J Mass I'm the only one who knows what is going to happen muahhahahaha!

Feyre a trained spy is set on a mission to protect a certain black haired, violet eyed person from someone who wants to kill him and his friends. her one order is protect this person with her life but what happens when she has to chose between her heart and her duties. what happens if this gets personal. Rhysand x Feyre Disclaimer- i do not own ACOTAR, only the plot of this fanfic.

[A Throne of Glass Fanfiction. Rated #1 in rowaelin] When Aelin Ashryver is suddenly sent to a posh boarding school that she never signed up for, she has to put up with a bunch of snobby, rich kids for a whole year. It wasn't a part of her plan. She was going to find a way out of it all, even if it meant burning the school down with her. But fate has a different idea for her. Fate just HAD to introduce her to Rowan Hunt. Mr. Popular, who no one dares to cross, and who is also a constant pain in the ass. But one night changes it all, she sees another side to him- a sweet, funny side. She doesn't like him though- definitely not- nope he's her sworn enemy- Okay maybe Aelin likes him a little bit. Shit. • • • • • "Bastard," She murmured softly. Their bodies were touching ever so lightly and she noticed how his gaze slide from her eyes down to her lips. She could feel his body radiating heat, it'd take one move and they'd kiss. Just one. He closed his eyes and leaned in. Aelin smirked and slowly lifted her cigarette to the bathroom ceiling. 3...2...1... His eyes snapped open almost instantly when he heard screams erupting from outside. Looking at her with wide eyes, she watched as the emergency sprinklers continued to spra droplets of water, traveling down his shoulders and into his suit. "Race ya." They both grinned and ran out of the bathroom in a fit of laughter, joining the crowd of wet, panicking students.