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A Rosier Legacy (HP AU M-SI)

Patrik1502
One life ended, and another began in the grey shadows of Wool’s Orphanage. But Patrik Rosier didn't come to this world to be a victim of fate. In a realm where a single word can shatter a mind and power is the only true currency, he quickly learned a bitter truth: morality is a luxury of the dead. Armed with an ancient name and a hunger for the forbidden arts, Patrik navigates a Wizarding World that is far from a fairy tale. There is no light or dark—only the strength to impose one's will and the cold reality that Magic is Might. --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCORD SERVER: https://discord.gg/tgdTNZYVKt Join my discord and influence the story - vote on upcoming chapters, share fanfics, and chat with other readers. --------------------------------------------------------------- PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/PatrikWriter The shadows are shifting... If you can't wait to see where the darkness leads, you can find the advanced chapters on PATREON. Support the craft and keep the ink flowing. Your contribution in the Restricted Section directly allows me to dedicate more time to this dark world and bring you deeper, faster updates. --------------------------------------------------------------- DECLARATION: This story is also present on: FFN, Ao3, SpaceBattles, Questionablequesting, ScribbleHub and RoyalRoad --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character other than my OCs.
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Hate Me Professionally

SMUT DONT READ IF BELOW 18 “I hate you, you monster,” I gasped, the words tearing out of me even as my hips bucked up against him. Adrian’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his gray eyes dark with hunger. He was on top of me on the bed, the hard length of him grinding slow and filthy between my thighs, dry-humping me through the thin scrap of lace that was all I had left on. His eyes raked down my chest, lingering on the black lace bra that barely contained me, the way my nipples pushed against the fabric with every desperate breath. “Really?” he scoffed. “You hate me so much you’re soaking through your panties when I haven't even brought out the real thing?" I wanted to slap him. I wanted to pull him closer. My fingers twisted tighter in his shirt, knuckles white. “Shut up—” He rocked harder, the friction so perfect it ripped a broken moan from my throat. “That’s what I thought.” His hand slid up, thumb brushing the underside of my breast, teasing the edge of the bra. “You can say you hate me all you want, Alexandra. We both know it's a lie." I hated that he was right. ~ He made her teenage years a living hell. Now he wants to make her his wife. Alexandra Calloway didn’t expect her miracle job interview to end in a slap across her former stepbrother’s face. She definitely didn’t expect Adrian Reyes, ink-haired, gray-eyed, and disgustingly successful, to propose marriage before dessert. He was her first heartbreak before she even knew what heartbreak was. The boy who made her feel invisible, unwanted, and small. The boy she spent ten years trying to forget. Now he's her husband. The contract was simple. One year. Fifteen million dollars. No feelings. A business arrangement between two people who are supposed to hate each other. Supposed to being the most dangerous phrase in the English language. Because the way he looks at her isn't hatred. The way his hands find her waist in a crowded room isn't business. And the secrets buried beneath his cold gray eyes aren't simple at all…..
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