Thirty years ago, Dahlia Frump died in an explosion at Nevermore Academy. At least, that's what everyone believes. When she wakes up decades later, unchanged and hidden by shadows, she discovers her world has moved on without her. Morticia has a family. Her rival-turned-lover Isaac Night is supposedly dead. And Nevermore is full of strangers who treat her like a ghost story. Disguised as a student, Dahlia returns to uncover the truth about that night. But some secrets refuse to stay buried, especially when Isaac rises from the grave with unfinished business and Dahlia realises their love story was never really over. Now she must choose: stay hidden in the shadows where it's safe, or step into the light and risk everything for a second chance at life and love. After all, being dead was never really her style anyway. Isaac Night x Female OC

Raised in the infamous Addams Family, a household shrouded in mystery and darkness, Libitina had always been an anomaly. Unlike her pale-skinned, raven-haired relatives who reveled in their peculiarities, she possessed a strikingly different appearance. Her brown locks cascaded down her back, contrasting against her unusually light tan complexion. It was a constant reminder that she didn't quite belong. Her twin sister, Wednesday, had often questioned Libitina's place within the family, suspecting her of being an outsider adopted into their family. It was the accusation of attempted murder that shattered the fragile semblance of acceptance Libitina had maintained. Wednesday, with her ever-watchful eyes full of woe, claimed to have witnessed her sister hurl their infant brother, Pugsley, out of a fourth-floor window on a dark and stormy afternoon. Distraught and plagued by unrelenting post-traumatic stress, anxiety consumed Libitina's fragile mind. Branded a killer by her twin, she was condemned and deemed a threat to her own family. In a heart-wrenching decision, her parents chose to separate her from their peculiar household and confine her within the cold walls of the mental health facility. Libitina was left to rot there. But what if someone unexpectedly helped her escape those sterile walls?

completed 2025 ✓ The only she followed was 'no pogue on pogue macking'. Every other rule was meant to be broken in the eyes of the Maybank twins. So what was the big deal in her breaking two rules? No boys and no kooks. Rules are meant to be broken in the deep reef. outer banks/season 1 - season 4 graeysonn © 2024 - 2025 #4 outerbanksnetflix #7 pouge #7 outerbankssmut #14 rafe

Rafe and Georgia. Georgia and Rafe. That's the way it's always been and how everyone always thought it would be. Forever. Georgia Astor loves her boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, more than words can describe. Their dads are best friends, they're both well known Kooks, and they've been together since Georgia was fifteen years old. She couldn't imagine her life without him. Their lives seem perfect, but when all hell seems to break loose in the Outer Banks, Georgia and Rafe are no exception to the chaos.

Resilience; (n.) the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness. "I came to the place I felt the safest." I tell him. "With you." Nova Daniels, the adoptive sister of Riverdale's very own Archie Andrews, has had trouble after trouble after the death of her birth parents. The confusion and pain only grows within Nova after her adoptive father, Fred Andrews is shot. With a serpent jacket calling her name, and new revelations coming to light, will Nova's resilience rein true? *RIVERDALE SEASON 2 ONWARDS*

'It felt like a burning moment that our hatred really blew up into a sea of fire. "You really think just because he wants you that it makes you bulletproof? I can touch you Octavia, I can hurt you and I can definitely fucking kill you" A Mattheo Riddle Fanfic. Enemies to Lovers. Octavia Garcilazo, a Slytherin who has the wits to have any man at the palm of her hand, but a family to shatter her before she was able to love herself. If only she knew they lived the same life, in two hated minds. I own the characters Octavia, Vincent, Camille, Thomas, Skye, Alessandro, Valina, Nadia, Noah, and Angelo. #1 Slytherin #3 Hogsmeade #1 Pansy #2 Riddles #1 Blaise Zabini

DISCLAIMER: PLEASE READ!!! This story contains a bit of sexual violence, gore, and a lot of mature language. Please read at your own risk and/or mental safety (if you think any of the above may trigger you). --- "This is absolutely brilliant! I'm obsessed!!!!" "This is probably the best Harry Potter fanfic I've ever read." "I just finished this book and I'm quite literally in tears" --- #8 in #draco -- 4/30/2020 #22 in #malfoy -- 4/30/2020 This is not your average Draco Malloy fanfiction! As well as romance and love triangles, it's chock full of action, twists, and turns that will leave your jaw on the floor! Prepare to be shocked, mind-blown, and dying to come back for more with each update! And I'd like to thank you so much if you decide to take this Hogwarts-based journey of romance and thrills! --- I do not own or take claim for any part of the Harry Potter franchise, only the characters and scenarios I've created in this book belong to me! :)

//The boy who had no choice and the girl who made all the wrong ones// ••• [slowburn} [enemies to lovers] [mature themes] [daily updates] [the writing and plot only get better as the story progresses and the characters grow up] ••• Certainty and precision were what Draco Malfoy had known for the entirety of his life. Uncertainty was what Astrid Ninomae had always liked to search for. Where Draco was a predicted snowstorm, Astrid was an unexpected ray of sunshine. Where he was a peaceful Christmas morning, she was the spontaneous decision of running down a grassy hill at dawn. Astrid was everything Draco had been certain his life at Hogwarts would be like. Draco was everything Astrid had not expected. ••• All characters and setting in the Harry Potter world are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own Astrid and a few other select characters. The cover is mine but all the other pictures or videos used in the book belong to their respectful owners.

Given the fact that she's Harry Potter's close friend, it's safe to say that Draco Malfoy and Isabelle Grimaldi despise each other, and always have. But Malfoy's hate towards her intensifies when she takes one of their little bickers way too far for his liking. So when Malfoy is offered the job to be Isabelle's tutor in exchange for house points, he sees it as the perfect opportunity to get revenge on her. Surely, he didn't expect to grow fond of her. Surely, he didn't expect to start caring about her. Surely, he didn't expect to fall head over heals for her. Will he live up to his reputation and carry on with his revengeful plan? Or will he put the girl before his ego? Highest Ranking: -1 in #Magical -1 in #RonWeasley -2 in #Dracomalfoy -2 in #Movie

⚠️*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---!"