Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

Sierra Esposito knew three things well. One- People were inherently evil and selfish. Two- Words are what got you hurt. Three- Sometimes it was easier to accept the situation, rather than fight back. These three rules got her through life-- not unscathed, but alive. Even when she didn't want to be. ... Giuseppe De Santis had been searching for his missing daughter, ever since she was taken all those years ago. When he finally gets the phonecall saying she's been found, he's ecstatic. Finally happy that everything can go back to the way it used to be. But Sierra has changed since she was a baby and she knows nothing of him and his world. And when she isn't speaking to him or her brothers, it's almost impossible to get her to open up. They must learn to be a family again, but that's almost impossible. There are so many secrets between them and other factors are at play. Factors that are determined to get Sierra back, no matter who gets hurts. ... TW* This story has mentions/depictions of assault (physical, sexual, mental, etc), alcohol abuse, drug abuse, self-harm, suicidal ideation, suicide attempts, violence, and anything else falling under those categories. Please prioritize your mental health. *Any images in the cover and/or chapters are not mine. I found them on Pinterest* *I own all the rights to these characters. Please do not pirate my work*

On Tide Road, everyone knows the rules: boys grow up, things change, and you don't ask questions you aren't ready to survive the answers to. Elliot Sparrow Rivers has spent her whole life in the middle of two boys she loves-Quil Ateara, all sharp smiles and reckless heat, and Embry Call, quiet-eyed and gentle, the one who knows her too well. They've been inseparable since first grade. The Tide Road Trio. A joke. A given. A constant. Until it isn't. Embry disappears first. Quil follows. And Elliot is left behind-human, angry, and done waiting. When she finally confronts them, demanding answers and refusing to be excluded from whatever dangerous, secret world they've joined, fate answers back. Harder than anyone is prepared for. Imprinting was never supposed to look like this. Now Elliot is bound to two boys who are terrified she'll choose between them-boys who are hiding truths even from each other. The pack watches, waiting for violence. The elders whisper. Mothers worry. And the tide keeps pulling, whether they're ready or not. This isn't a love triangle. It's a knot. Hot, messy, emotionally feral, and a little doomed-Where the Tide Holds is a slow-burn Twilight AU about fate that refuses to be simple, love that won't stay quiet, and three hearts caught in the same current, daring not to break. Some things aren't meant to be chosen. They're meant to be held. #1 - BellaSwan 1/16/26 #1 - JaredCameron 1/16/26

This story is set immediately after Lizzie and Hugh's painful breakup, and follows Lizzie as she struggle with the aftermath of her mistakes and the damage she's done to their relationship. She knows Hugh deserves better-someone "normal," someone whole-while she's trapped in her own darkness, fighting to be the best she can be but still broken inside. Hugh is trying to protect his peace, but Lizzie wonders how long she can keep herself Away from her sun just to stop her shadows from pulling him under. How long before her past consumes them both?, Lizzie grapples with her bipolar disorder, her trauma, mistakes and the added weight of breaking Hugh's heart. My TikTok: _kmsedits_ (I have some edits on there 😊)

Opal Swan was known to bring a smile to everyone's face. She was well-known on the reservation, having grown up with Jacob Black, Quil Ateara, and Embry Call. Young and in love. Opal was ready to graduate and move away with her boyfriend Embry Call to travel together. However, her plans may soon change when she meets a certain hotheaded wolf instead. What will happen when Paul Lahote imprints on Opal Swan? Mature Content: 🔞 ♡♡♡♡ All twilight characters belong to Stephanie Myers.

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐨, 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱." "𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞." ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ in which mike newton's twin sister gets dragged into the world of the supernatural, and the ones that claim to love her do a lot more harm than good. [ TRIGGER WARNINGS for emotional manipulation and heavy mental health issues NOT a why choose poly book for once ]

❝ and even as we fall, my eyes will still be on you ❞ ✧ ✧ ✧ four identities two teenagers one love ✧ ✧ ✧ | peter parker // oc | | marvel mcu | | pre civil war → endgame | | #1 in Peter Parker Fanfic | | #2 in Spider-Man | | #1 in Marvel Fanfic | | spin off: 'in the spotlight' | | banners by goodhYOUman | ✧ ✧ ✧ cover by spideyboyx ✧ ✧ ✧

"Don't ever let me smell another man on you Kitten." He pinned me up against the wall holding my hands above my head. "You are mine.... Only mine." ------------------------------------- Rafael Santigo Montez, heir to The Montez Mafia. On the streets he's known as The Shiv. Deadly with his hands and even deadlier with a blade in them, he is not the one to fuck with. Isadora Fiorella Cortez, a feisty little new comer that has just applied to work for a strip club called The Silver Paw. Little does she know that not only is her boss panty dropping hot, but he's in the mafia. Tables take a turn when she bumps into him on her first night working as a server. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• (This is my book from Chapters Interactive Stories. Since the writing style is different on that app, I had to adjust and make a few minor changes.) Kitten has over 1 million reads on Chapters! I'm so over the moon that they love it so much and I hope you guys love it too! Please do not copy my book! I worked hard on it and would appreciate it if you didnt steal my work.

He proceeded to pin my wrist against the locker, looking back up at me and smiling darkly. "You're not good enough to ignore me." "I hate you so much," I breathed out. His face inched closer, tilted, his breath hitting my bare skin as he whispered, "The feelings mutual." With that, the little space between us diminished as his lips roughly locked onto mine. |||| They were two different people. Complete opposites that passed each other on a daily basis. Trying to find noticeable traits of similarities between them was as successful as comparing a croc to a Nike shoe. However, not all similarities are obvious. Something's just happen to be experienced behind the public eye and innocent flicker of stares. For these two, the individuals that appeared as opposite strangers, shared moments far greater than you and I. Intimate moments that will brew a storm between them. While the rules are simple; don't fall in love, there's one individual who is a law breaker, and another, that has already broken more rules than they would have ever dared to. Being friends is one thing, but being more than friends...in secret? That's a whole new story. || Copyright reserved ® BREESWORLD.