Your life with Draco wasn’t perfect., it was better. It was real. Married at 20, first child at 22, now at 24 you’re thinking of adding one more. Until an email comes through, & it’s screenshots of your husband, saying he wants to leave you.
Y/N was never supposed to be a visitor to Jurassic Park. Her family had been involved with John Hammond’s dream long before there were fences, viewing platforms, gift shops, or tourists lining up to see a living dinosaur. The Blackwoods were among the original private investors who helped Hammond turn an impossible idea into something resembling reality. Y/N grew up around it. She spent her childhood hearing about genetics, paleontology, excavation sites, and Hammond’s ridiculous vision for the future. As she got older, fascination became education. She studied dinosaurs formally, spent summers working alongside Alan Grant and Ellie Sattler, and eventually became one of the younger specialists involved in the day-to-day care of the park’s prehistoric animals. She isn’t there as Hammond’s spoiled granddaughter. She’s there because she knows what she’s doing. Now Jurassic Park is finally open. And Y/N is exactly where she wants to be. Until John Hammond’s old friends arrive for dinner. Alan Grant. Ellie Sattler. And Dr. Ian Malcolm.
Everyone in Montana knew the Morgan name. They knew the ranch. They knew the money. They knew the cattle. They knew Arthur Morgan had inherited an empire and somehow made it even bigger. What they didn’t know was that the most dangerous person on the property wasn’t Arthur. It was his wife. Y/N rarely raised her voice. She didn’t need to. She could dismantle a man’s business over breakfast, ruin his political ambitions before lunch, and still remember to ask the ranch hands if they’d eaten.
At twenty-eight, Y/N Blackwood had already lived several lifetimes. She had been a daughter of the ancient Viermont family, one of Germany’s most influential pure-blood wizarding houses. She had been a Hogwarts student. A young woman hopelessly in love with her best friend. A wife. A mother. A widow. And now, she was simply trying to build a life for herself and her eight-year-old twins. She never expected Draco Malfoy to be at the same bar.
Your father came out of the war untouched, you inherited his reputation. & your father’s best friend? Of course it’s Lucius Malfoy. So when Draco get assigned to protecting you, things get complicated
You haven’t been on a date in 12 years. You buried your husband 3 years ago. You have a 9 year old daughter. Your friends drag you out to a bar, & you never expect Draco Malfoy would be offering to buy you a drink.
She was hired to play a supporting character. Tom Felton was supposed to be her scene partner. Neither of them expected the real chemistry to start happening when the cameras stopped rolling.
Halloween night. You have no where to be. A port key shows up, you accidentally activate it. Now you are in the woods. & three masked men are circling around you. “Run. Don’t let us find you.”
He was the Caribbean’s most infamous pirate. She was the woman pirates whispered about. He wanted her ship. She wanted him gone. Neither expected to become obsessed with the other.
You & Draco have been married for a few years. Life is good. But when people from the past decide you’re a new debt, do you have what it takes to survive & get back to your husband?
The Astronomy Tower group chat was supposed to be boring. It was created by Professor Sinistra so seventh-years could share homework reminders, telescope schedules, and star chart corrections. Instead, it had become the unofficial school gossip hub. Ravenclaws answered questions before professors could. Gryffindors argued with Slytherins. Hufflepuffs posted memes at 2 a.m. And everyone knew if something happened at Hogwarts, it’d end up there within five minutes. Tonight was different. Someone meant to send a message somewhere else. Instead, the entire Astronomy Tower chat watched a secret explode in real time. A single text. Then another.
There were families in the wizarding world that were respected. There were families that were wealthy. And then there were families whose names made conversations stop. Hers was the latter. But she isn’t a typical heiress. Her daughter wanted to play softball, so of course she agrees to coach.
He was supposed to be her ex-fiancé’s father figure. Instead, when the groom disappeared for the thirteenth time, his godfather walked down the aisle. And married her.
Lead prosecutor, Theodore Nott’s younger sister & Draco Malfoy’s wife. Jackpot of a life. Until you come across one case, Vale. A notorious dark wizard, who you finally catch. But once the bars are closed on Vale, the spring is set for you. They’ve been watching, now they’re acting.
Draco Malfoy had hated Y/N since fourth year. At least, that was the story he told everyone. She was loud. She was infuriating. She laughed at inappropriate moments, played Muggle music in the Slytherin common room, knew far too much about Muggle sports, and had an uncanny talent for turning every prefect duty into an opportunity to irritate him. She was also a perfectly respectable pure-blood heiress when she wanted to be. But when she goes quiet & distant, Draco would do anything to piss her off. Get her fire back.
