The Girl Who Fell to Spinner's End

Being the new Slytherin in seventh year is hard enough—being the one every wizard at Hogwarts suddenly can't stop staring at? That's a whole different kind of magic.

Your grandmother gives you an old-fashioned pink phone, but you soon discover that it holds four mysterious levels… 💗📱 ✨ Level 1 lets you completely change your face, hair, body, eye color, hair color, and outfit. 💫 Level 2 lets you unlock powerful skills like intelligence, strength, sports, art, music, and magic. 💘 Level 3 lets you see exactly how much each person loves you. 🔮 Level 4 lets you make anyone reveal the truth. What secrets are waiting for you beyond the final level? 💕

You're the rogue agent VALORANT's Protocol is hunting — and tonight, Jett just saw your face.

Your first day at the world's most prestigious magical university begins with a mysterious roommate, an invitation to tonight's legendary welcome party, and hundreds of witches and wizards you'll have to survive alongside.

Your sixth year at Hogwarts brings N.E.W.T.s, a troublemaking crew of Scallywags, and mysteries hidden in the castle walls.

You and Mattheo have been enemies since second year. One prank, one detention, thirty days stuck together — and five years of hating him is suddenly a lot harder to maintain.

A Weasley and a Malfoy get locked in a closet for seven minutes and spend the rest of the year pretending it didn't change everything.

A Marvel AU where Black Widow blows open a Hydra black site to save one prisoner — you.

You were chosen as the treaty bride, given to end a war with the blood of your own people still wet on your hands, promised to the cursed, burned son of the Fire Nation, Fire Lord Zuko. You swore on that blood you would never love your arranged husband. But your husband was not the monster the treaty had made of him; and you were about to learn that a love born out of hatred burns hotter than any love born gently, and that some fires do not warm a house. They take it down to the ground first.

Marvel's Avengers need someone they can bleed on and break down in front of — that someone is you.