{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

Nuria Daeva is a 17 year old girl with a traumatic past which she is yet to overcome. Shes been in America for 2 years now and she's struggling but finally learning to love herself again but it's hard when your learning to love someone else, too.

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

'y/n potter? bet she'll be just like her idiot brother' '𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧' started - june 2020 finished - january 2021 edited - soon

READ DESCRIPTION FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION. -currently under revision, my grammar sucks- Joy Deveroux, the last descendant of the wealthy, pure-blooded Deveroux's, transfers to Hogwarts. What happens when she realizes she has a more twisted fate than the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy? Will she be the light in the sea of darkness? (Starts in Year 3: PoA. They are 15, instead of 13.) - Contains: Mature language, Smut/Lemon, and violence. Toxic/Asshole Draco. Not possessive, not abusive. Emotional trauma is involved. Just an overall asshole, who still makes the wrong choices. - I have a few OC in this story, but I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, storylines, references, or language. All rights go to JK Rowling. Sept 27, 2020-Nov 23, 2020

A love triangle... or square? Hexagon? Maisie Deveroux, but you can call her Roux, always put others first before herself... even when it comes to the ideals of her heart. Pansy Parkinson has been in love with Draco Malfoy as long as she could remember... so has Maisie. Draco on the other hand, had his eyes set on Maisie since they were kids. What happens when catching feelings fuck up friendships? Shit gets real. Hearts get broken. The heart knows what it wants... How long will it take for them to say what they really feel? Draco Malfoy x OC - Contains: Mature language, Smut/Fluff, Violence, Underage Drinking, Drug Use, etc. Viewer discretion is advised. 16+ preferred. Emotional/Physical trauma is included. Read accordingly. - Anything in relation to the Harry Potter franchise, belongs to the rights of JKR.

A Blaise Zabini Love Story. *** They were perfect; Rose and Blaise. Their love was unmatched until one day... everything changed. And it didn't change for the better but for the worse. *** I tucked a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, trying my hardest not to wake her. As she laid there, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, chest rising and falling as she breathed, I brushed my finger across her cheekbone, thinking to myself... My rose. *** COVER BY: @-jesouffre Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters other than Rose Malfoy and Scarlett Evergreen. The rest, including Hogwarts, belongs to JKR.

𝙀𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙩 (.𝙣) 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 - Olivia Windfoward was a loud, outspoken girl never afraid to speak her mind. But only one person ever left her speechless and that was Draco Malfoy. They had an unofficial hatred between each other, as close family friends they had to put that aside at the dinner table for the sake of themselves. Even though the two were always at each others throats most of the time she would deny the flustered feeling when around the blonde. Made her wonder if he felt it too? She wondered if they would ever get there chance, if she even stood a chance at happiness. It was like a curse one with no cure, but what if he was her cure and he simply slipped right through her fingers. - "I'm done playing your games Draco, its exhausting " I looked up at him with pleading eyes, I didn't deserve all of this. I gave him everything but it still wasn't enough. "Choose- me or her" His face scrunched up in shock at my statement, I've never seen him look more conflicted in my life. "Liv this isn't fair-" I cut him off with a stern 'no' I held back the tears that were threatening to pour out. "What you're doing isn't fair, to anyone and especially me" - Important: Voldy never came back fourth year so he isn't alive in this story. -

They had been raised to despise each other, each of them being taught the other is not to be trusted and to keep away at all costs. Neither child got to truly create their own opinion of the other as it was so deeply frowned upon by the others families. Each had reputations to uphold, reputations that were too important to mess up. But when they meet each other for the first time, it proves difficult to uphold their parents expectations. *The ages in this book are not the same as the ages in the films or books. E.g- Students in year five are seventeen*