" 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭" 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. P.M A.N: I own the characters; Clemence Chantelle, lily rose, cami delcour and others.... I DO NOT own the character DRACO MALFOY he belongs to jk Rolling.

❝ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧... ❞ theodore nott x fem oc *very slow burn* this book is written for, and dedicated to all swifties out there. rated mature for explicit violence, graphic descriptions of death, gore, angst and other trigger warnings such as suicide and eating disorders. 16+ #1 in theodore #1 in theo #1 in gryffindor #1 in lovetriangle #1 in luciusmalfoy #1 in narcissamalfoy #1 in ginnyweasley #1 in ronweasley #1 in hermionegranger #1 in wizardingworld #1 in jkrowling #2 in gryffindor #2 in draco #2 in theonott #2 in malfoy #2 in goldentrio #4 in harrypotter #4 in dracomalfoy #4 in slytherin #6 in hogwarts started: 01.17.23 completed: ****** no part of this book may be copied or replicated. this book belongs to jasmine bailey. i own everything, except the originals. those belong to jkr.

this is not my story. i just happened to have a copy of a fav wattpad story!! the following is romanshome's original description. btw i'm copying n pasting, so if there are mistakes i haven't changed any. ("Mr. Malfoy-" "Call me Draco. Please-say it." His tone was still even, unwavering. Piercing blue eyes bored down at her as he casually sipped on his black-cherry colored wine, a certain glint flickering into his hues as he slowly licked his lips. "Go on. Say it." With a thick swallow, she caved in. "Draco." The sound of her sweet, airy voice uttering his name was far more of a gift than the heavens raining down onto him. Setting the wine cup down stiffly, he realized the way she spoke his name was far more promising to get him drunk than the alcohol. After all, she was his drug. The only problem was- [ Contains Mature Scenes, Sexual Content, Foul Language, Toxic Behavior, Cheating] Warning - This book includes the following : Extremely Dark themes and thoughts, age difference, verbal and emotional abuse, explicit scenes, and rape. If you cannot stomach any of these, please do not read this book. I have translations of this book linked in my Wattpad, which is romanshome. Thank you.)

Feeling marginalized in her three year relationship with Scorpius Malfoy-Amara Zabini, the daughter of notorious Auror Blaise Zabini, breaks up with the Malfoy heir to embark through her own self discovery journey. But in the process, the young witch finds herself feeling drawn towards Draco Malfoy; her ex-boyfriend's father. The lead commander of the Auror Law Enforcement. Not to mention, her father's best mate since their early years of Hogwarts. It was forbidden. It was wrong. But most of all, it was 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. Frequent Updates - 74k Words

The war is won. Voldemort is dead. The trio, alongside all those who were in their same year, have returned to finish their eighth year and graduate once and for all. With McGonagall as their headmistress, nothing could go wrong. Right? Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, McGonagall explains how the school year will go, and much to their dismay, the headmistress had way too different plans. Those who didn't get to finish -or start- their seventh year and were under the mercy of the Carrow twins will have to be bound to one of the opposite houses. Sleeping together in one dorm, sharing their personal space and going to class together, will the Gryffindor princess and the fallen Slytherin prince be able to keep their hands to themselves? ***** Disclaimer - I do not own anything of the Harry Potter franchise, all of that belongs to JKR. Warning:- This story contains strong language and mature themes.

❛She stared at him wordlessly, but he noticed the way she was fixated on his lips before flickering to connect their gazes, a spark of heat blooming deep in his abdomen that had him licking his lips, thoughts filled with scenarios where either one of them would make the first move, but the ending was just the same - he'd finally be able to taste the enticement that was Aurora Capulet.❜ • ― WHERE the dance of the devil had never been so sweet, and the touch of the angel had never been so poisonous. Aurora Capulet tries to discover the truth in the midst of her struggles, and the return of her greatest nightmare threatens to ruin her life once again, but this time, Rafe Cameron will sacrifice heaven and hell to save her. ( 𝙩𝙬: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗*𝙙𝙮 𝙙𝙮𝙨***𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙖, 𝙨*𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙨**𝙪𝙡𝙩, 𝙩𝙧*𝙪𝙢𝙖, 𝙙𝙧*𝙜 *𝙨𝙚, 𝙨*𝙡𝙛 𝙝*𝙧𝙢 ) ©-moncher

"Are you ready, baby?" I'm asking her as much as I'm asking myself. She never lets her eyes leave mine. "Mm," she nods and I push all the way in. Her face twists in a mixture of torment and temptation. I hold myself still, feeling her tightness wrap every inch of me. Leaning forward, I press my forehead to hers. "No one will ever get you like I do. No one will ever f ck you like I do. No one will ever love you like I do, baby." --Though she's young, Silvie has spent a lifetime paying for other people's mistakes. That's what landed her in the sights of a wolf. A Gang of Wolves to be exact. Everything Wulf does is for his motorcycle club, but when Silvie- young, innocent, and sweet, enters the picture things change. He takes an interest in the little pixie who becomes more than just a payment for her brother's debts. What happens when a woman begins to tame the beast of her predator? What happens when a wolf learns he wants to be a protector? ** This story is a Dark Romance. If you want a fairy tale, read Cinderella. Yes, this book has a HEA, but there are a lot of bumps and bruises along the way. This book is real and sometimes raw. If you have triggers, expect some of them to be pulled** Highest Ranking - #1 Dark Romance #1 Age Gap #1 Alpha Male

Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.

BOOK 2 The way his breath fanned my cheeks, how big his hand felt around my wrists, how easy it would be to lean up and press my lips to his. A rush of heat ran to my core. I groaned and tried squirming again. My wolf surfaced, showing him our yellow eyes. She wanted him, and she wanted him to know just how much. Just then I felt my underwear dampen. "Arlo." I whimpered. I was embarrassed, he was too old for me. That's what he kept saying, that's what I kept saying. Waiting was the only way he'd have me. And I was willing to wait, but my body wasn't. My wolf was new, she didn't have his self control. He closed his eyes, pressing his forehead to mine. My breathing was erratic as his lips were just centimeters from mine. "Clean yourself up." He growled, slowly releasing my wrists and taking his warm weight off of me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After the death of Alpha Deacon Vidar, his Beta Arlo Henson, tried his best to be there for Deacon's mate Ellis and child Althea. After a few years Ellis re-mated and Arlo decided it was no longer appropriate to be so close to little Althea, seeing as the pull he felt towards her was only growing. After 13 years of staying away from the family, he is called in for a possible threat. Althea is 17 now and feeling the stress of taking over as pack leader, as well as finishing high school. On top of everything she's stuck training with her dead fathers best friend, Beta Arlo. She is filled with rage when finding out Arlos long kept secret. Will Arlo's love for Althea outweigh his respect for his dead friend? Will Althea forgive and fall into the pull she has with Arlo? Are there secrets about Alpha Vidar's death that don't add up? Their taboo love will be the least of their worries...

a story in which a lonely girl is not afraid of her stalker. 🖤 | dark romance + mature themes | (previously "psychopathic")