Céline Everhart is a young witch who transfered from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to Hogwarts her third year. She is sorted into Slytherin, where she meets Draco and he's immediately intrigued by her. His world is dark as he's ready to follow whatever path his family has layed out for him. But her presence, her personality draws him in. Although Céline always seems kind and sweet, someone who always tried her best to get along with everyone, she has some shadows of her own that she tries to keep hidden from her new friends. This is a 'He Fell First' slow burn It also starts off in their third year (also based more on the movie), but then start matching with the book on the 4th book. There was something about her that Draco was drawn to. She was definitely pretty, with her long wavy dark brown hair, it was almost black in the dimly lit common room, but the color of chocolate in the sunlight. Her sun kissed skin, with light freckles that looked like constellations across her small slightly pointed nose. Her naturally pouty lips, that formed a brilliant smile when she was happy. And her eyes. Her emerald green eyes swirled with so much emotion. The eyes Draco constantly got lost in and frequently thought about during the summer. **DISCLAIMER** I DO NOT OWN own any of the original HP characters in any way shape or form. I only own my own OC and a couple others that I created for the sake of my OC's backstory. This is a Draco x OC fanfiction Started on- July 2024 (but posted September 2024)

A fight. An ultimatum. And a compromising kiss. Are these the three ingredients needed to turn enemies to lovers? Probably not. Especially not when these two people are Charlie Owen and James Li. Sworn enemies from their medical school days, the now competitive trauma surgeons have a lot more hanging on the line if they don't call a truce, including their budding careers. But once they start playing on the same team, perhaps these two unseemly enemies have a little more in common than just saving lives.

She hated him as much as he wanted her, a thorn in her side ever since they met, and it had only gotten worse with each lingering gaze between them. As an aspiring journalist, Presley didn't believe in love-or lasting romantic relationships of any kind. The last thing she needed in her whirlwind of life was to get involved with her best's friends bodyguard-or rather the head of the Cosa Nostra. A man with little use of manners and secrets in his past. Tall, handsome and covered with tattoos, a living and breathing hazard with a cold nature and quiet demeanor. A beautiful monster dressed in leather jackets, and tight fitting shirts. A made man. Silvio had ever met a woman like her, who spent every minute glaring at him. One who he was consumed to touch despite his dislike for touch. A stubborn femme fatale with soft brown eyes and obsidian curls. A woman he'd been trying to resist for a long time. When a threat from her past lands her into the very arms of her nemesis and into a fake relationship, she's forced to get to know him and suddenly, their fake relationship feels more real than anything she had ever own. - preview - God, it felt right like this was where it belonged-this was where I belonged. And she felt it too, given by the slight rush of her breathing, and dazed eyes. There was always this magnetic pull and tug between us, so irresistible and consuming. "Silvio." She let out a small gasp, obviously not expecting me to touch her, and it burned. Everything right now burned but it felt good. Almost in an addicting way like the pain crossed the threshold and soared to become another feeling. "I don't think this is a good idea." "You want me to stop right now, say it but this is a damn good idea." I said in a gruff voice. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me it's a bad idea and I'll stop."

[BLOOD AND BOND BOOK #1] 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." [𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐔𝐡. 𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. Isabella Fiore Celano was never treated nicely by the world. She was only 10, when she was sex trafficked by the Russian mafia. Since then, she was known as dead to her family. After 10 years, she is found again by childhood friend and Italian mafia Don, Alessio Giovanni Costello. Alessio takes Isabella under his care as a tribute to his close family friends. Now a mafia Don who has never know gentleness or care must learn to care for a precious girl in need of all those things. Will the sweet precious girl, bring the big bad mafia Don to his knees? Or will they be ripped apart before the chance of love ever exists? Started: October 20, 2021 Finish

"Fate brought us together for a reason and if you believe for even one second that there isn't anything between us," Elijah held her close as he peered down into her eyes. "Then, I'm willing to prove you wrong, beautiful." ✿ ✿ ✿ It felt like fate, bringing two people from different worlds together. Leila had always steered clear from men, having been hurt by the one man she thought would never break her trust. But as he came crashing into her life, she couldn't help but slowly fall for the smooth-talking, attractive, yet cocky hockey star. Elijah knew he was a goner the moment he laid eyes on her. His charms could get him any woman in the world, yet the only one he wanted didn't seem to want to give him the time of day. But one thing's for sure, he was stubborn and wasn't going to give up that easily. Join Leila and Elijah as they learn that fate has brought them together for a reason that may eventually lead to love blossoming. ✿ Extended description inside ✿

La vie d'Amara est simple mais elle la trouve parfaite telle qu'elle est. Elle a une famille aimante bien qu'à l'autre bout du globe, un meilleur ami sur qui elle peut compter et elle étudie ce qui lui plaît depuis toujours. Cependant, tout son petit monde s'écroule lors d'un simple voyage en Espagne. Elle ne retiendra qu'une chose, ne jamais se fier aux apparences. Car le danger est bien plus près qu'elle ne le pense.

Jakob Laurent was an intensely quiet, no-nonsense type of man. Callan Grant was a sweet, slightly eccentric, small-business owner. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Callan needed to take some extra security precautions, but she could have never predicted that it would come in the form of a tall, brooding, and unbelievably stunning man. A stalker, a bodyguard, three iced lattes per day, and a heap of loungewear. Didn't that sound like the start of something wonderful? ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

Elle a une dette envers lui. Il est temps qu'il récupère son dû. Tristan Brown n'est pas un loup comme les autres. Doté d'une force hors du commun, le fils de l'Alpha inspire autant de crainte que de respect au sein de la meute. Mais derrière sa rage se cache une obsession: Aurore, une humaine qu'il a sauvée une nuit fatidique et qui, depuis, a une dette envers lui. Pendant trois longues années, Tristan a attendu ce moment où il viendrait réclamer ce qui lui revient: Aurore, son âme-soeur, celle qu'il désire ardemment et qu'il s'est juré de protéger. Mais lorsque Dominique, né de la même âme que Tristan, fait surface, tout bascule. Dominique n'est pas seulement un homme mystérieux et puissant, il est à la fois son rival et son égal, un loup redoutable qui convoite Aurore autant que lui. Alors que leurs passé commun ressurgit et qu'un ennemi menace leur survie, Aurore se retrouve au coeur d'un combat déchirant. Tiraillée entre deux hommes que le destin a opposés, elle devra faire un choix. Mais pour Tristan, une chose est certaine: jamais il ne laissera un autre s'emparer de son âme-soeur.

J'étais le prince héritier du trône d'Oman. Accusé à tort, on a fait de moi le traître de la couronne. Je suis resté enfermé sept années dans l'ombre de la plus noire des prisons d'Oman, et le temps aura suffi à développer ma haine envers mon propre pays. Alors c'est dans la vengeance que mon cœur meurtri s'est formé. Et c'est comme ça que vous apprendrez à me connaître. Car je finirai par reprendre mon trône. Mais que faire, quand des immenses yeux ambre de cette femme mon âme s'abreuve? Car mon désir de tuer les miens pour récupérer mon trône est plus ardent. Alors qui brûlera en premier? Noor ? Ou Nafir ? 𝓒𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔬̂𝔫𝔢 𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔪𝔦𝔢𝔫.