OitNB fanfic. Vauseman centric. Takes place right after the last episode of season 1 so beware of spoilers if you haven't watched it yet. Planning to make this nice and long, so far written in Alex's POV as I don't think there are enough of them around. This story is also being posted to fanfiction.net ( https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10348946/1/One-Last-Time )

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Athena Heartstring and Draco Malfoy are both forced to complete a task at Hogwarts, asked by the dark lord, none of them could say no for the fear of losing their loved ones, But the fear started when they started to lose each-other while completing the task at Hogwarts, Draco x Oc Year 8 ~ before war *The characters and setting of this story belongs to the who shall not be named (JKR), if you support her, please make sure to remove this story from your library because we don't support a her here !!!!*

Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy

He was a man before he could be a boy. A man that, as I saw him now, almost eleven years later, seemed like a ghost of everything he had the potential to be. I knew he didn't know me; didn't know who I was, or that he'd known me once. I knew they'd erased his memories, I knew that they were molding him to fit his family name. His childhood spat out the villain everyone else wanted to see. * * * * WARNING: mature themes Viewer discretion is highly advised

"NO I NEVER SOLD MY SOUL, IF I EVER DO, THROW MY BONES TO THE WOLVES ." - [post war] copyright 2016 © melødy [UNDER EDITING] [word count: 91544] [contains sexual themes, swearing and violence]

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