They call me many names. All of them fit. None of them know me. Somewhere between the taking and the training, I misplaced my soul. Or perhaps they carved it out, one command at a time. Now I am the pause before the scream. The shadow before the end. The silence that follows. But silence remembers. And so do I.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

[ completed!! ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all. "I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours." They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces. ____ A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as violent actions, sexual actions, abuse, rape, character deaths, signs of self-harm, psychological trauma, and foul language, 18+ only, All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Amelie Avery and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

Highest Ranking: #1 in triplets Meeting your mate, or as the case may be, mates at a party drunk is not the best way to get to know each other. Them leaving you in bed after sleeping with you is even less cool. Getting rejected by a simple note is definitely worse. But them being your future Alphas of the Blood Moon pack takes the damn cake in the history of bad situations. Unfortunately, this is exactly what happened to Ava Smith. Being only 16 at the time, she ran without looking back. Little did she know that she was pregnant with triplets, but she made it work with her friends turned family. Fearing that her ex-mates would reject their children like they did her, her little family stayed as rogues. But they did more than just survive, they thrived. Creating the "Smith Organization" to help other rogues, Ava with her friends make the best of what could have been an awful life. However, life apparently had a hate for Ava and got her kidnapped by a group of Hunters. Barely escaping that same group, her pups, Emma, Jackson and Ethan, are forced to go to their fathers. Things just couldn't get worse. How much do you want to bet?

Justin Cameron is a good kid, when he lands in detention he meets Jacob (Jay) Harris. Jay is the opposite of him, he's rebellious and is known as the school's resident bad boy troublemaker. In any other universe they wouldn't even think about interacting with one another, but here they were. Jay is dating Justin's friend Craig. As Justin starts to get closer to Jay, everyone warns him to stay away from Jay. But does he listen and stay away, or does he not? Justin doesn't know why he is told to stay away from him. What is the reason, is there more to Jay than meets the eye? Is he more than just a troublemaker? What is hiding behind Jay's angst and attitude? As Justin tries to answer these questions, he realizes he might not be able to fight temptation and might have just done the one thing he swore he wouldn't: fall in love with Jay Harris.

He's an ageless drifter. His best friend makes murder look like an accident. Now a time-travelling cyborg zombie from the future wants to take him home. Colin Campbell has been alive for hundreds of years - and he's not thrilled about it. He doesn't know what he is, or why he's still here. He spends most of his time quietly avoiding attention, ordering salt-and-pepper chips from the Chinese chippy in flawless Mandarin - which is weird, because he doesn't speak Mandarin.. Brian, meanwhile, is Colin's best mate. Also a hitman. Also deeply confused. Every target he's been assigned since meeting Colin has died in bizarre, unrelated accidents - pianos, scaffolding, aggressive ducks. Brian still gets paid, but it's starting to mess with his professional pride. And then Carmen arrives. She's a smart, sassy, time-travelling zombie, and the only person qualified to survive prolonged exposure to Colin's ridiculous existence. She's here to bring him home. Or forward. Or possibly sideways. Turns out Colin may be the oldest revenant in history - a walking paradox wrapped in centuries of bad habits and pub snacks. The future wants him back. The timeline's falling apart. And reality is doing that wobbly thing again.

Rafe is chaos with a pulse. Soren is fury wrapped in silence. Too much and not enough-a fire that won't burn out. This isn't soft. It's sex, blood, obsession, and the kind of love that scars. It's queer, brutal, and real. For the fucked-up, the loud, the ones who love hard and burn longer- This Is What We Are. © 2025 S.L. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without written permission from the author.

Ren and Jean have been best friends forever, with Marco as the glue keeping their trio together. They've survived childhood antics, teenage disasters, and now college-where their love lives are a revolving door of flings and failed relationships. It's easier that way. No commitment, no complications, no need to acknowledge the one person they can't seem to shake. But one drunken night changes everything. Jean remembers all of it. Ren doesn't remember a thing. And Marco, ever the peacemaker, is caught between two idiots who've spent their entire lives running from the inevitable. Now, as they juggle messy relationships, bad decisions, and the slow realization that 'just friends' was never the whole story, Ren and Jean have to face the truth: What happens when the person you've been avoiding is the only one who ever really mattered? Because the thing about almost love? It can only stay 'almost' for so long before it demands to be something more. (Cross-posted on AO3, same title, same username.)