when Brinley moves back to california will things go back to how they used to be? she hasn't seen her friends in 6 years but will they still remember her? and how about her BEST friend Benny. Will they still be best friends? or maybe more...

Gabriella is incoming sophomore in a new town, in a new high school in New Jersey. She meets the popular Dolan Twins. Ethan is know a sweet guy but Grayson is known as the school bad boy. And Gabriella is known as a good & innocent girl. But everything changes when Grayson & Gabriella meet.

( UNDER EDITING ) "it's like i'm falling in love all over again!" in which! two best friends reconnect after one leaves to pursue their music dreams ! [KENDALL KNIGHT] [BIG TIME RUSH] [©_AMLESTER 2018] [SEASON ONE OF BIG TIME RUSH] [RANKED NUMBER ONE IN BIG TIME RUSH, RANKED NUMBER ONE IN COUNTRY MUSIC RANKED #1 IN LOGANHENDERSON RANKED NUMBER ONE IN NOW RANKED NUMBER TWO IN TAYLOR SWIFT RANKED NUMBER ONE IN NICKELODEON RANKED NUMBER ONE IN CARLOS GARCIA RANKED #1 IN CARLOS PENAVEGA RANKED NUMBER ONE IN JAMES DIAMOND] COVER MADE BY @-Supremebelli-

#Sequel to~ Hey, Jude Jude Florence was America's scandalous young actor, straight from the shores of Australia. Once a lost cause, with a bad attitude and an entitlement that could not be matched. However, that all changed when four boys from Minnesota brought her world crashing down, fixing all her broken parts and piecing her back together. She even defied all odds of her expectations and fell in love with the leader of the group, Kendall, her true saviour and the stability she needed. Seven years later, Jude has finally achieved her dream of becoming a successful author, however, it came at a price. Now twenty-four, having now abandoned her acting career at the age of twenty, Jude had once more left her life in America in the midst of a messy breakup, and with it, the boys who had become her family. Little did they know, this time she ran, she was holding a secret.

Jude Florence was America's scandalous young new actor, straight from the shores of Australia and to the Palm Woods, she had caused nothing but trouble for her management. Controversy after controversy, she seemed to be a lost cause, with a bad attitude and an entitlement that could not be matched. However, that could all change when four boys from Minnesota come to the Palmwoods to form Big Time Rush, and one of them refuses to back down against the girl's sharp tongue. CURRENTLY BEING EDITED AND SEQUAL IS BEING WRITTEN

𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 "𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒" 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 | 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 & 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐔𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ( 𝐎𝐓𝐇 | 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏 - 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟒) {𝗺𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝘅 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁} Disclaimer: This book includes themes of sexual assault, sexual content, violence, explicit language, or other challenging subject matter. Reader discretion is advised. © MakenaBlack I do not own the plots or characters from One Tree Hill. I do own Mylah and her story.

Traumatised by her first-ever relationship, it has been four years since Sera last saw Logan. Her journey in moving forward has been progressing well, and she has since healed from the imprint he left on her. Now, at the age of twenty-one, Sera is in her final year of college. Everything seems to be going smoothly when suddenly, she finds herself meeting her past shadows, confronting old wounds and triggering dark desires she thought were long buried. Fresh out of prison, Logan can officially say he has spent six out of the twenty-six years of his life locked away. It's been a year since his release yet he can't help but remember every little thing about the beautiful girl whom he had hurt in his past. When a turn of events reunites them, it takes every ounce of willpower to resist pursuing her again. ~*~ Sequel to the story 'Dark Love'.

A little girl in a pink, cloud-soft frock once wandered into a world that should have warned her away. She found them at the edge of a dying playground. Two identical boys, caked in mud, standing too still for children their age. Their eyes followed her long before she spoke. "Why are you both sad?" she asked, her voice light and untouched by caution. They smiled. "Because we are dirty," one said. "And no one wants to play with us," the other added. It should have been a simple answer. It wasn't. She frowned, as if the world had made a small, correctable mistake, and took their hands without hesitation. That was the first choice. The smallest one. The one that mattered most. By the time they reached the park, the air felt different. It was quiet and heavier than anything, as though something unseen had drawn closer just to listen. "Let's play," she said brightly, tossing a ball into the space between them. But there were only three of them. And she refused to leave either side. So she ran back and forth, laughter breaking into breathless gasps, small shoes scuffing against the dirt as she tried to belong everywhere at once. With him. With him. Never choosing. Never stopping. Until the boys stopped smiling. Until they simply watched. "You'll get tired," one of them said softly. "You can't play both sides forever," the other murmured. But she only grinned, flushed and stubborn, her voice trembling with a promise she did not understand. "I can. And I will play with both of you." That was the second choice. Years later, when the bodies began to surface, when whispers of manipulation, obsession, and something far darker crept into every room she entered, no one thought to trace it back to a sunlit afternoon and a game that never really ended. But some games don't stop. They wait. And the most dangerous players are the ones who were never taught to choose.

He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"