"Tell me Jenkins, do you believe in soulmates?" he asks while looking deeply into her eyes. "No, never have and never will." Always have. Always will. "Shame." Aurora Jenkins is a pureblood Gryffindor. Being friends with Fred and George Weasley, she had a reputation for trouble making and sarcastic tendencies, but when her world collides with a certain Slytherin she realises she has met her match. Creds to JK for all HP related situations and characters Aurora Jenkins is my own character ⚠️OVER 18, MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT AND OTHER THEMES SOME READERS MAY NOT LIKE⚠️

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

She looks up at me, taking a step forward and smiling slightly, "How can I ever get hurt when I have you here to protect me?" "But you could have gotten hurt," I murmur softly, hanging my head and feeling my shoulders drop, the tension seeping from my body. "No. Stop," She cuts me off sternly but tenderly, "Don't talk like that, Reece. I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay," She speaks softly, reaching her hand up to gently brush her thumb over my cheek, just under the cut that's there. "We're okay," I repeat, taking a small step closer to her. She nods with a small smile, moving her hand down from my cheek and instead placing the palm of her hand on my chest, right over my heart. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating. I just don't know why it's doing that. ~ Reece Carter is the bad boy of Northwood High. He smokes and he fights. He has countless tattoos covering his body. And he doesn't care about anything or anyone else. Layla Stevens is your average seventeen year-old girl, just trying to get through high school, with the friends she loves and doing the things she loves. When these two cross paths accidentally in an unusual way, they leave and never expect to speak to each other again. But fate has other plans. Layla finds her way into Reece's life and Reece doesn't know what to do about it. This ray of Sunshine suddenly meant something to him. She understood him when it seemed like no one else did. And he protected her from everyone who tried to hurt His Sunshine. Get ready for a story filled with bad pick-up lines, twin telepathy and a lot of fighting. Like, a LOT. Thanks for that one, Reece.

"let another man near you and so help me god he will learn why the call me il Diavolo " "Your first mistake was getting caught." "Your second mistake was underestimating me." "Your third mistake? Trusting me". "Now let me show you why they call me Diabla." ---------------------------- People bow down to him, he is the king after all, and no king needs to bow down to anyone, that was until he met his queen. People respect her like the queen she is, kissing the floor she walks on. He has everything, but he wanted the only thing he thought he couldn't have, her. Until he finds out, she chose him. What happens when a Queen and A king are ordered to be together in order to keep their kingdom? will hate and power win? This story contains: mature language mature scenes - read at your own risk. 18+ I do not own copyrights to any of the pictures used in this. Started 05/04/21

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

"You have my permission not to love me. For I'm a cathedral of deadbolts, and I would rather burn myself down than change the locks. And for that, we will ruin each other, my love." Broken souls mend together unlike any others. They understand each other on a deeper level, for they share the same knowledge and learned the same lesson before they could grasp the beauty the world had to offer. But when the souls are fire and water they can only damage each other as a sign of love. So when Hotch and Y/n met both driven, broken, stubborn, shielded, and scared from previous destruction (they will never fully share) they expected to clash. But what neither of them seemed to grasp was how they slipped into a brisk form of intimacy. How they formed an attachment, on an emotional level. But how could they possibly survive the cruel world as Hotch struggles to surrender to his personal life after his recent divorce? Fighting to be the level-headed emotionless boss everyone viewed him as. How does y/n push past the mindset of never needing anyone but herself, convincing herself the fairy tales that she never believed in due to her upbringing could be right in front of her in the form of a man who brung out a new side to her? Will they be able to beat the odds, and overcome their demons, or will the ghost of their past silence them till all they become is a distant memory to one another? Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader WARNING ~ This book has mature content. Contains smut along with descriptions of cases.

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)

"Then fuck me like you hate me," he rasps. His voice deepening and becoming more husky and alpha like. "What's wrong love?" He uses a hand to lift my chin so I'm staring at him. Our eyes lock. "Show me how much you hate me. Fuck me like you hate me and kiss me like you miss me." ❤︎ Weed, Drugs, Liquor, Illegal Activities; anything that can get you fucked up on a Friday night. Well, any night for that matter. Maybe a mix of all four. Prystyne Terrance forced to a boarding school for her disobedience. Known as a debacle to her family. Unable to keep up with the perfect grades, healthy lifestyle and adequate choices. Heath Kade a close family friend to the Terrance's. The Kade's have already sent him to the boarding school years ago. What happens when not so goody-two shoes Prystyne is sent there. She was the perfect child. He was never. She was never fond of him. He wasn't either. Family wants to keep them apart. Bad influences for each other. You know what they say, never mix brown and white liquor unless you 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 to get fucked up Prystyne Terrance is the good girl gone bad. Heath Kade on the other hand, was always bad. ••• Swearing, drugs, alcohol and mature/sexual themes HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in Mental Health #1 in Drunk #1 in Pretty #1 in Intoxicated #1 Rich Kids #1 in BadboyBadgirl #2 in Badgirl #2 in Badlove #3 in Teen #3 in Boarding School #4 in Pretty #5 in High School #6 in Teen Romance #7 in Hot Boys #7 in Secrets #8 in Hot #9 in Forbidden

"Hm," Rossi says. "You two must've been good friends." "Best friends," you say, grinning at Spencer. "Yeah," Spencer replies. "Best friends." ✧-It's been nine years since you've seen or spoken to Spencer Reid. The last place you expected to see him is at the first day of your new job with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit. Will the past stay the past? Or will old memories resurface between the two of you?-✧ [based on season 5 Spencer Reid]

Your relationship with Spencer Reid is a simple one: friends and coworkers together at the BAU. One day, after Spencer stumbles upon something he shouldn't have, your relationship with him changes forever. [ based on season 1-2 spencer reid ] Warning: Spencer is mainly submissive in this fic-if you aren't down to read about that, this fic probably isn't for you! But alas, if you do read, enjoy! Cover by: @amygraymikae