Achilles' song for his lover. [based off "the song of achilles" by madeline miller !] - cover picture via pinterest started: 12/04/20 ended: 13/04/20 reposted: 08/01/21 alludes to mature themes

"she looked at my demons in the eye and smiled. she fell for the very thing i thought she'd fear" ~the slytherin prince falls for the hufflepuff angel~ {year 3 - year 4}

Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

Control. It's what Evelyn's known her whole life...being controlled by a croupt government run society called Detra. Detra's government controls every aspect of your life, from the job you work to the person you marry. "Giving perfect lives to perfect people", is Detras motto, but to Evelyn, her life is far from perfect. Seeing the faults in her society puts Evelyn at risk, knowing she'd be arrested if she shared a single thought.When on Evelyns 20th birthday the government forces her to marry an unbearable man, she finally reaches her breaking point, and flees Detra, leaving behind her government controlled life, and her vengeful husband. Evelyn crosses Detras boarders into a forbidden territory, and stumbles into an hidden society of Rebels called, " The Rogues" who take her in. But Evelyns greatest conflict, comes with trying to understand the secrets of coldhearted Rogue leader-Dominic Jones, who wants nothing to do with Evelyn. The Rogues biggest mission: Overthrowing Detras government. Evelyns new team are the only people who can pull it off. A Convict who can cut a punch through the air like a blade. A spy who's intelligence outwits his strength. A full blooded Rogue who isn't afraid of any battle. A refugee who can cock an arrow better than a joke. A runaway whose determination is as strong as her mind. A rebel with a heart of sympathy but a soul of vengeance. Evelyn slowly unravels secrets about herself. Will she unravel the secretes of Dominic too? Or end up breaking him even more than he's already broken.

[COMPLETADA] Una noche fue suficiente para cambiarlo todo, para destruirlo todo. Él acabó con mi familia, con todo lo que amo y por alguna razón me dejó con vida, ¿Por qué? Es tan doloroso vivir después de esa noche, tal vez él quería que viviera y sufriera, ese me parece un destino aun más cruel que la muerte. Sobrevivir se ha vuelto mi pan de cada día, y no pasa ni un segundo en el que no intente recordar esa noche, recordar su rostro, identificarlo para que se haga justicia. Soy la única testigo, la única persona que ha sobrevivido de los ataques de ese asesino frío y no puedo ayudar porque no recuerdo nada. La impotencia de no poder darle la justicia que se merece mi familia y todas las otras familias que han sido víctimas me carcome por dentro y me duele cada día. Pero no me voy a dar por vencida, lo voy a recordar, lo voy atrapar así pierda mi vida en el intento.

slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "

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