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(Slow updates) "What other option is there then, hmm? Tell me Potter." Spat Draco, the words cruel and filled with venom. Directed at the One Who Lived. The rain drenching the two teens. "What other option is there other than to hate you?" The word hate was filled with so much passion, so much of it. "Love? Those who ever uttered the words, the opposite of hate is love are utter fools." The word love was said with so much bitterness, Harry could taste it at the back of his throat. "Fools because you and I know that the opposite of hate is not love." He stressed these words, and Harry understood. How could he not? "It's the fucking in between. The inbetween the bleeds over the supposed fucking line between love and hate! And we fucking know what lies in the inbetween. We know too much. And that's where I draw the line because I will not love you!" Read to find out more...

This is a fairytale retelling about the original classic, Princess and the frog. So expect the unexpected in this one! Happy Reading!

DM me if you're interested on a book cover. - A book where I, Alani Ortiz, will be drawing, making book covers, writing and ranting about random and utterly inconsequential things. Will you get triggered? Maybe. Will you become blind after seeing my ugly face and shitty drawings up close? Hah. Most probably.

MOST of the important details are in the prologue, and this is my first story. so... The world is like a riddle with no incorrect answer. Actually... scratch that, the world doesn't have an ANSWER. There's a bunch of ups and downs, lefts and rights. The only advice they'll give you is to believe in your heart and in time, you'll be fine.... But what happens when you don't know how to use your heart (correctly), you don't know what to believe, time is starting to run out and to put the icing on the depressing cake, you're a dumbass teenager? Step into the shoes of Kuki Elberry and experience first hand as she's comfronted with heavy internal choices and fights to protect her mind from eroding away. Ps. I own no images shown and most places in this story DON'T EXIST, so if you're adventurous please DO NOT try to find these places they're not real. The tags are warnings, so.... run while you still can

"𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲! 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱..." Y/N grew up with social anxiety and a pinch of claustrophobia, but when she moves into what would be her home for the next decade and beyond, she finds herself talking to a kid in a dino hoodie, who somehow made her overcome her social anxiety. - a park jimin fanfiction - started: 27.07.21 ended: 10.10.21 highest rankings: #1 fanfictionofjimin #2 readerxjimin #3 pjmfanfiction

A balding English Teacher approaching his middle forties. Nothing special. Nothing attractive. Just one of those guys who will get picked last for any team or was left to do all the work on a project. Cue in the friend who self inserted themselves to the best friend seat. They have a relationship that is not, that of best friends. Then there is another person who many overlooks for the job he does. Let's just say late night talks tend to hit different when someone actually listens when you call out like the ugly duckling did. Read to find out more.

A Harry Styles Fanfiction. *Eventually Mature content.* **Deals with physical abuse, alchohalism, and other serious issues. Please refrain from reading if things like these affect you negatively** ___________________________________ I gasp for air, and toss about. My mind is running far from my physical being, as bright lights appear in my eyesight. "Addison? ADDISON?!" I hear off in the distance. I feel cold. I am cold. I realize I'm lying on my back, and the ground is my support. I turn my head slightly, to the sound of my name. I see feet running towards me, but then again... they don't seem to get any closer. Frozen, everything. Even time. How did I get here? That's one of the questions on my mind... but the most important question is: Where's Harold? Laughing, I stare at his dimples. I see this moment in slow motion, his features so dominant as he's happy. For once... I ignore the stains on his white t-shirt, and his messy dark curls. Watching him smile at me, his soft eyelashes glistenning, and his emerald green eyes sparkling. At me. Why? I guess I'll never know. Whatever the reason is, it doesn't really matter. The thing that DOES matter is that we're together... we're happy... we're breathing.

(On Hold) Coming from Heaven, a place that was hell for so many, one would say, escaping it would be much better. But what if you landed in a place that was Heaven on earth? But in truth, was Hell? That's what cookie has found out over the years. Heaven is a place on earth. No, there was no such thing. Because Hell is. And he was in it. What made him keep what little sanity he has left? It was his personal untouched bit of heaven called Travis. An Angel he hoped never to see again though longed for like a sinner longs for redemption. Fanfic short story from the book Heaven written by none other than the amazing, Nyhterides.

★★★★ it's a weird feeling. a feeling that creeps up your body a makes you feel nauseous and ashamed. it's a feeling you try to hide. it's a feeling sarah wants gone. sarah wants to not like girls. she wants to not like them with everything in her. but sarah also wants to feel like a girl. she wants to feel like a girl so bad.

I found my siblings. All but one. Lacie is still out there somewhere and I'm gonna find her. Or I'll die trying.

Just some innocent little poems...

the ocean which you so loved ended up giving you something you so hate. (read this while listening to an 8D-version of BTS' song "Sea") (the male member can be whoever you want it to be) {Highest Rankings} #29 in strongthemes #425 in bipolar #453 in sea #376 in sea

Um..............hi

Having no memory and being covered in gashes and bruises, she's completely terrified and erratic. But for some odd reason, she only trusts him. ~Jungkook fanfiction~ Warning: This contains extremely graphic content. Will mention explicit themes and have some vulgar language. Please read at your own discretion.

A boy who's lost everything trying his best to fight to keep himself afloat amongst the Sorrow. (Story has strong themes depicting creative versions of illnesses such as depression. This story is not for those who are disturbed or easily startled. The representations within this story are not meant to be taken as literal depictions of said illnesses and if you are feeling depressed or suicidal in any way please seek professional help.)

TW. Story based on sexual coerce, strong language and themes. First part is only available right now. I am currently writing the second part.

What do you do when you think you did something good but it ends up not being a good thing? I unfortunately can't do the right thing in this, situation. Why? For one, the guy who I thought was my friend, turns out not to be him. And second of all, the guy who I thought was my friend but is not? Yeah he claims I have kidnapped him. Which I haven't. But I needed to tie him up. Because I have a very good reason for that. He tried to kill me the moment he woke up. So, this is self defence, right? Right. Now I have to figure out how to get out of a heck of a mess that I got myself into. Such as, a mafia war.