Ron Weasley 4th Year Novels & Stories

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

On New Year's Eve, I returned home. At the welcome party, my boyfriend, Grayson Caldwell, suddenly appeared, holding a bouquet of red roses and a diamond ring, dropping to one knee. "Although this proposal comes a full three years late, our love will never be late," he said. "Alexa, marry me!" Friends cheered from the sidelines, all expecting me to nod through tears and say yes. But they had forgotten that three years ago, on New Year's Eve, he had promised to propose. That night, I dressed to the nines and waited until dawn—but he never showed up. Instead, there was only a cold phone call. "Tanya is sick. I'm busy taking care of her. You'll have to wait a little longer for the proposal." And so, on New Year's Day, I left the country alone, bound by a family-arranged marriage. I had already married someone else three years ago.

“The bride isn’t coming.” Xavier Smith’s future should have ended there but instead, it binds him to the wrong twin. Forced into a marriage to save his name and inheritance, Xavier expects silence and obedience. Christopher offers neither. “I won’t be meek,” Christopher warns. “And I won’t be controlled,” Xavier fires back. What begins as obligation turns into a dangerous clash of pride, desire, and buried truths. Every glance is a challenge. Every touch, a mistake. “You think you can win this?” Xavier asks. Christopher smiles. “I know I will.” Because falling for the wrong twin was never part of the plan… but it might cost them everything.

Even being the late King's son can't guarantee you the throne of Serenacia, as the system is different from any other kingdom you've heard. A kingdom filled with power, control, freedom and most importantly, Gods. Gods who can strike you down just with the mere snap of their fingers and also God's who would strike you down and leave you speechless, based on their physique and attractiveness. But it isn't all about that, as the throne of Serenacia is open for a new king of Gods to rule them, yet it isn't so simple as in Serenacia, if a king dies before passing the throne to his heir, then all the generations of the bloodline of God's would have to compete for the throne once again, and that hasn't been done since the last thousand years. Nevertheless, it's isn't just about the throne, as love interest and triangles are formed, after all its no fun if no one catches feelings.

In my tenth year of marriage, my old childhood friend, Joshua Sears, posts a photo on social media. Both Joshua and my wife, Sabrina Lawson, are hugging his son, Andy Sears, and my daughter, Tiana Jenkins, in it. The four of them look very close to each other. The caption accompanying the post says, "Blessed to have the perfect son and daughter." I leave a comment below the post, saying, "Looking good together." A few seconds later, the post is deleted. The next morning, Sabrina rushes home and yells at me. "Ashton Jenkins! Joshua was finally feeling better for once. Why did you have to trigger him again?" Tiana shoves me hard and snaps in an accusatory tone, "It's all your fault that Andy's crying now!" I take out a copy of the divorce agreement and slam it down before them. "Yes, it's all my fault. That's why I'm stepping out of the picture now. Then, the four of you can form the wholesome family you've always wanted."

When Ava Walker agreed to a marriage she barely understood, it wasn’t love she sought — it was escape. A quiet woman with a past she never speaks of, Ava only wanted to start over. But fate had other plans. Ethan Newton, heir to the Newton Group, was supposed to marry the woman his grandfather handpicked — a polished socialite, perfect for the family name. One mistaken signature, one unexpected bride, and his life took a turn he never saw coming. By the time Ethan realized he had married the wrong woman, it was too late. Divorce wasn’t an option. Trapped in a marriage he never wanted, Ethan’s pride turned cold, his heart colder still. He believed Ava schemed her way into his life — the quiet mask of an ambitious woman. But when danger from Ava’s past returned, and Ethan found himself defending the very woman he swore to despise, everything began to change. In a world of mistaken identities, buried secrets, and love born from hate, Ethan will have to decide: Was she truly the wrong bride, or the only one fate ever meant for him?

Parole is Shaw Carter’s final shot at freedom, and he doesn’t want to lose it. After a felony conviction nearly cost him everything, the path forward is narrow—keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and survive long enough to earn his life back. It would be an easy task if he wasn’t placed in the mayor’s custody, and is forced to share the same apartment with his son. Lucas Hale is everything Shaw should avoid. He’s sharp-tongued, infuriatingly composed, and far too comfortable pushing Shaw to his limits. From the very first night, it’s clear Lucas doesn’t want Shaw there. Every word that came out of Lucas' mouth was a provocation. Shaw tells himself it doesn’t matter. He can endure anything for a few months. But tension has a way of twisting. What starts as hostility quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Their fights grow closer and sharper, charged with something neither of them wants to name. Their moral lines blur. Control slips. And suddenly, the one thing Shaw can’t afford becomes the one thing he can’t stay away from. Because Lucas isn’t just getting under his skin, he’s unraveling him. But beneath the tension and the touching and everything neither of them will say out loud, Lucas is carrying a secret, one that doesn’t just connect him to Shaw’s past. It is Shaw’s past. And when the truth finally surfaces, Shaw will have to decide if the man he’s falling for is his salvation or the reason he never should have been free at all.

On my birthday, my eight-year-old stepson dumped the cake I spent twelve hours on straight into the trash. His face twisted. "Smells like cheap frosting." Then he turned and happily dug into the plain pasta my husband's secretary made. I was about to lose it when the familiar floating comments popped up again. [OMG Nico's doing this again. He literally LOVES Reyna's cake every year. Boy just too prideful to admit it LOL.] [Fr fr, he's just using his late mom to test Reyna. Kid's lowkey possessive and messy!] [Alex, HELLO? Your son's jealous af. You not gonna say anything? Oh wait... you jealous too huh? Watching Reyna dote on Nico got you pressed. lol.]

Being the Alpha of the Dark Moon pack, Aaron Shaw, rules the greatest of the greatest pack. Helena Starks was always forced into finding her mate. Parents pressuring her on one side and her pack trying to get rid of her on the other, leaves Helena in a dilemma. Forced on a date with the Alpha of the Red Rose pack, she is told to meet up with her brother at the diner before the date begins. Her brother warns her that when she gets the chance, she is to run as far away from the pack as possible. That he will follow close behind. She does as he says. But what happens when she's trying to run away from being pressured to find her mate, that when she does run away, she bumps into her mate?