~"You don't know me." I snap. "Sure, I don't. We've only spent more than half of our lives together. But I don't know you. Like at all, I don't." He says sarcastically, making me stand up from my chair and stand in front of him with crossed arms. He keeps seated on my bed, looking just as angry as myself. I study his face for a really short second and internally groan. Puberty did really hit him good. ~ · Why would Hades think that after two years of not seeing Emma and not answering her calls, she would still be the same? How could he expect her to still be that weak little girl that depended on him? No, Emma has changed into somebody he has yet to discover. Two years ago, these two had their biggest fight. Best friends should get over it and move on, right? But what if there was no way they could talk it out, due to an unpleasant misunderstanding? Two years of not hearing shit from each other. Two years of being separated...and that after a bad argument. Both too stubborn to talk about it. But wouldn't it be so easy to finally sit down and talk? Even after what they did at Julie's first party of the new school year? I mean, they could still act like it didn't happen, since they have both been drunk. Yet they remember and decide it would be best to just avoid each other. Well, they seem to do a really bad job.

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

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)

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

-BEAUTIFUL COVER ART BY @avendellart ON IG Ivy Cornell is entering her 5th year at Hogwarts as a new transfer student from America. Making new friends and enemies Ivy learns about secrets from her past and what the future may hold for her. All the while she meets and grows close with two boys. One a red-headed prankster and the other a platinum blonde haired boy harboring dark secrets. Over Ivy's two very eventful years at Hogwarts she will learn to deal with grief, loss, and regret. But in the end who will she choose...peppermint or cinnamon? -NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME EXCEPT MY OC AND HER FAMILY/FRIENDS! They all belong to J.K. Rowling (even though we hate her and we all know Dobby wrote the books) -There are some mature themes and if any chapters contain any I will always put trigger warnings at the start of the chapter:)) -This story and its events mostly follow the main storyline of the books; there are some things that I have changed up a bit (dates, characters, objects, events, character deaths, ect.) -⚠️TW⚠️ some context of verbal abuse/assault/sexual assault/ -Years 5-7 and a little post-war -Make sure to comment and vote to support my story!! -Hope you enjoy it

ℑ𝔣 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡, 𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔬 𝔅𝔢𝔯𝔨𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔢 + Spin - Off from Filthy ; Draco Malfoy + Mature Audience

❝ʷᵃˢ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵍ?!❞ ❝ᴵ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ.❞ ❝ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ!!❞ ❝ᴵ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ ᵈᵒ.❞ •♛• ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: •ᶜᵘˢˢⁱⁿᵍ •ᵐᵃʸ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ᵖˡᵒᵗ •ˡᵒʷᵉʳᶜᵃˢᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵉⁿᵈᵉᵈ •♛• ???????: ??/?/???? ?????????: ??/??/????

In which fate brings two together by a red string. [A Miraculous Ladybug short story] #68 in Fanfiction (May 4th, 2016)

Former death eater. Spy for the Order. Her school bully. Her coworker. And now her upstairs neighbor. It seems Draco Malfoy is around every corner. Magnolia knows it's wrong, but she can't help but admire the now grown Slytherin Prince. Little did she know, Draco Malfoy was admiring her just as much. *POST-WAR* *JOB AT MINISTRY* *CEDRIC IS ALIVE* *KINDA CANNON, KINDA NOT* *DONT MAKE FUN OF ME AHH*