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)

❝𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❝𝐢 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧.❞ ❝𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ❝𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: -𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 -𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 -𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 -𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 -𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 -𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 -𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 -𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒.

Hate. Love. Death. Mystery. Murder. After fourth year, everything changed. Everything had gone to shit. Everything. With the Dark Lord on the rise again, things were different now. With her parents, she was destined to be another one of Voldemort's followers. Stella needed the one thing to make her speak again. What will it be? Another death? An accident? The special blonde-haired boy? With the Horcrux Stella wore, and her prophecy - things can get complicated.

Throughout her life, Diana Greengrass was raised to hate all Muggles and Muggleborns, fear half-breeds such as werewolves, believe that Divination was a useless class, and to detest the idea of romance and falling in love. Although Diana never expected that all her beliefs would change in a single year. That was until she met a mysterious boy in Diagon Alley, named Remus Lupin. It was mysterious, because on their first encounter, only a few weeks before the start of their fifth year, Diana experienced something that terrified her: the moment she accidentally touched Remus's hand for the first time, Diana felt a cold and dark feeling rush through her body. Thinking that the mysterious boy had probably jinxed or cursed her, Diana ran away from him, unaware that the vision she just had was going to change her life forever.

Seven years post-war, Iris Knightley is transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry of Magic to work as an Unspeakable in the Love Chamber. Everyone she meets seems to have some sort of warning for her against her new partner, Draco Malfoy. A former Death Eater and current alchemist, he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. Unfortunately, he also happens to be incredibly attractive. But that's just the Amortentia talking. Right? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson have been together longer than he can remember. No matter how many engagements she goes through or how many random girls he tosses aside, they both know that they're meant for each other. Iris is just a distraction, a plaything. So why do her eyes keep catching him off guard? (updates mon.)

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.

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

"all i know is that i know you; i can't trust much else in this world." "the truth is, and always has been, that you can't know someone you haven't spoken to in years." post-war: draco malfoy x oc

"love is not supposed to make you feel afraid. love should be the thing that gives you courage." draco malfoy x astoria greengrass