Draco Malfoy Third Year

Rubbing his stubble-clad jaw, he stared directly into her fearful eyes. “Remember what you said that night.” He breathed against her lips. Her mind recalled that dark night which lead her to this sinful situation. A tear rolled down from one of her eye and her lip quivered as she tightly gripped the bed sheet. “See, I got you exactly where I want you… that is underneath me.” Saying in his dangerous tone, he lifts her one leg and positioned himself. With a forceful thrust he enters inside and she screams out in pain.

Whatever Gavin Pierre wants, he gets. And now… he wants Jessie Turner. 20 year old Jessie Turner spent a wild passionate night in a stranger’s bed. However, the next morning, what seemed like passionate night soon leaves an awry aftertaste in her mouth as she wakes up with no memory of how she ended up in the stranger’s bed! Five years later, Jessie finds herself in a desperate situation- she needs to find a way to save her dying mother! Desperate, she runs around the city in search of help and ends up in front of her ex, Ryan Cookie. Despite her pleas for help, Ryan Cookie rejects and refuses to help her. Just when she thought all hope was lost, the man she slept with five years ago- now a cold hearted billionaire- Gavin Pierre, steps back into her life. However, he is not back for good. Gavin bears a hateful grudge against Jessie and now- he wants his revenge! Despite knowing that Gavin Pierre harbors a great hate for her, Jessie turns to him for help to save his mother, Gavin decides to help her on a condition… She must sign a marriage contract!

In the fifth year of my marriage to Kevin Gray, he, a sailor, is reported dead during a mission at sea. When his twin brother brings home his ashes, I break down and sob until I can barely breathe. Nothing can stand in the way of our love—not even death... or so I think. Grief consumes me. I cannot accept the reality of losing him. I try to end my life five times. Every time, Kevin's mother or his brother saves me. They plead with me to let go, to live on. After all, Kevin's last wish was for me to find happiness in every day of the life I had left. But in the third month of mourning, I discover the truth—he never died. He lied to me. He took his twin brother's identity and spent his days by Evelyn Stewart's side. He told me he still loved me, that he couldn't live without me, and that everything he was doing had a reason. He said he'd explain everything after Evelyn gave birth. To protect Evelyn and her unborn child, he asked me to move out for a while—just temporarily, until the baby was born. Then, he promised to bring me home again. Kevin, don't bother coming to get me. I'm not coming back.

Fated Mates can be wrong. Follow your heart, see with your eyes, and think, instead of obeying fate. Thorne Lamont and Azalea Archer are fated mates in their third year of their arranged marriage, but the cracks in their relationship are starting to show. Azalea loves Thorne deeply, although not with overwhelming , she supports him to excel as Alpha of the Crescent Moon pack. Though their marriage has always been a shallow, loveless one, they shared their share of happy times and Azalea has developed feelings for Thorne; however, something has been going on with Thorne and he has been distancing himself even more... Vanessa Ivanov, Thorne's first love has returned to the pack and she has her sights set on the man she left behind. As Thorne struggles with his feelings for Azalea he carries on with Vanessa until eventually Azalea makes a decision that will change both their lives. Now her ex-boyfriend Axel Rivers has returned, seeking revenge on Thorne and has vowed to steal more than his title of Alpha, he wants Azalea, too and will stop at nothing to stake his claim. Will Thorne and Azalea be able to mend their shattered pieces of a broken marriage? Or will they succumb to the revengeful plots of those who have their own agendas? The tension between them is palpable, as they try to navigate their way through the treacherous waters of their feelings for each other and the outside forces that threaten to tear them apart.

During the holiday season, a flood hits. The company's warehouse is submerged up to the third floor. Due to the emergency, I have my assistant tell everyone to come back a day early to help. I promise that the company will provide stipends and extra time off to make up for this. But on that day, a Gen Z employee goes live across the internet to report me. "Oh, my God. It's 2025, yet there are still companies forcing employees to adjust their time off and work overtime! Is this heartless boss so broke that she needs to exploit us like this? Will she die if she doesn't squeeze us out of every drop of usefulness? Company notices override the law. Impressive stuff, this is!" Soon, the company ends up on the trending list due to criticism from the online community. Even the regulators come knocking to hold us accountable. In the end, the company is forced to cancel the notice. A lot of equipment isn't salvaged in time, resulting in significant losses. The employee even posts a victory lap. "Give the boss a tiny lesson—see if she dares to force overtime again!" I'm so angry that I laugh out loud. I tell my assistant to cancel the annual benefit we give all employees—an entire month of paid time off for Christmas and the New Year holidays. If we have to stick strictly to the law, then fine. Have it your way!

An arranged marriage is simply unpredictable yet blissful if you are blessed with the right partner. This is an arranged marriage story of two individuals Rohan Nanda and Nisha Gupta. ⁓⁓•⁓⁓ Rohan Nanda, a 28 year old, renowned cardiologist in Mumbai. He is the second son of Raj Nanda and Rohini Nanda. He is tall, handsome and muscular. He is dedicated to his work totally forgetting about his life. Nisha Gupta, a bubbly girl of 25 years. She is working as a lecturer. She is beautiful, smart and witty. She is the eldest one in her family . She is a bit close to her father. She is very simple and shy by nature. The day he saw her for the first time, his mind screamed that she is the one. He promised himself that, he will cherish her with all his love forever. But in her case, it was different. She was never close to men and had never fallen in love. She was confused whether to give a chance to the newly formed feelings in her or not. She was scared to be betrayed. Two different souls are destined together in the bond of marriage Their path of life is going to change in an 'October breeze'

When the heatwave apocalypse hits the Earth, the ozone layer has completely dissipated, forcing mankind to move into the underground city. My husband, Rhett Calloway, and I get to stay on Level Two, seeing as we've funded the construction of the underground city. On day in the third year of the heatwave apocalypse, Rhett brings back a sickly young woman from the slums located on Level Three out of the blue. "Nora, the living conditions on Level Three are very difficult. Anna is in poor health. I can't just sit by and watch her suffer." After that, Rhett carries Anna Archer into our home. I keep my gaze lowered as I remind him, "Don't forget that there's a strict population count on Level Two. The available slots in every family are fixed." "I know that. That's why you need to head down to the slums on Level Three to replace Anna for the time being. Once she recovers from her illness, I'll bring you home." The moment I hear Rhett's response, I remain rooted to the spot for a long time. After walking out the front door, I do my best to suppress the quiver in my tone as I call a number that belongs to Level One. "I've already thought it through. I've decided to join the project to end the apocalypse on Level One."

On the third day of attempting to conquer Blake Stone's heart, he confesses his feelings to me. But the thing is, the affection meter displayed above his head shows the number "0". After we start dating, Blake pampers me to no end. He even proposes to me in a grand fashion on our sixth year anniversary. With tears in my eyes, I'm about to nod when I see a range of comments floating across my vision. [Blake must be exhausted from all the acting, huh? He has to reel in his disgust and keep up the act with Joanna for six years in order to protect Keira from her.] [That idiotic replacement actually got so immersed in this act! I'm laughing my ass off right now!] It's as though my blood had transformed into ice. No wonder the number never changed throughout the years. At the same time, the system's icy voice rings out in my mind. "The final phase is now activated. The countdown to the time left to conquer your target's heart has started. You have ten days left. If you fail, you'll be wiped out from this world." I just smile as I draw back my hand that was about to wear his ring. Then, I wipe my tears away. "I'm sorry, but I'm sick and tired of this stupid strategy game."

It is the third year of the apocalypse. All water sources have been thoroughly polluted, making even a single bottle of clean water extremely rare. Every base has to send out search teams to find new water sources for all. My husband, Jasper Curran, is a geologist, and so, he is able to locate water sources that are still pure and unpolluted. However, when someone holds a knife to my throat for the last bottle of water—thinking that he will do anything to stop them—he hands the only bottle of clean water to Avery Grayson, the person who claimed she was my parents' real daughter instead of me. "Ave is thirsty. She's been suffering since she was little and she even had her parents taken by you, Arianne Grayson," Jasper says. "Just let her have the water." Jasper's expression is too calm and collected, as if my life is not on the line because of him. "They're just trying to scare you. You've enjoyed so many years of being spoiled with a luxurious lifestyle anyway. So what if you get bullied a little?" The people then kick me to the ground in a fit of rage as I watch Jasper huddle Avery into his arms and disappear into the desert. I get beaten up so hard that my chapped lips crack and start bleeding once again. I look at the menacing faces around me and quickly exclaim, "Wait, wait! I can help you find clean water too!"

I had a unique profession. I was a breakup specialist. I did not need to go to court or write any contracts for that. That was a lawyer’s job. Everyone kept saying that love was priceless, but a couple who professed their love to each other for an entire night could be paying me tons to break their relationship up the following day. I was shaking my head upon those matters when I received a message from my husband, Matthew Grant, asking me to pick our wedding anniversary’s destination. A few seconds after that, a beautiful woman walked into my office. She appeared timid and had to take a lot of time to summon the courage to speak. “I’d like to hire your services for my boyfriend. He has decided to divorce his wife.” I made no comment as I picked up the documents she had handed me, only to see Matthew’s name on the paper. I froze, while the woman sitting in front of me ducked her head and continued, “My boyfriend says that his wife is a good person and that he doesn’t want to hurt her.” I smiled as I stared at the picture; it clearly was Matthew, but I had the strange feeling of seeing a foreign person too. My heart throbbed, and I could only lament. This was my third year as a breakup specialist, and I was actually hired to break up my own relationship.