Natalie Wilson. Star Hockey Center and Captain for the WestHampton Warriors. She's had a crush on Scarlett Santoro since the 8th grade when she let her borrow her pencil for .5 seconds. Too bad the girl of her dreams is straight cheerleading goddess. Scarlett Santoro. Blonde cheerleading goddess. Captain of the cheer squad and daughter of Gordon Santoro, owner of the Minnesota Wild. She's a closed book. No one is close enough to know what her deal is. But she's opening it for Natalie. They are thrown together by a locker door (literally) and their friendship blossoms into something a little more. !!Told from Natalie's point of view!! THERE IS A BOOK 2! OFFICIALLY OUT 4/20/24

A stranger to her own existence, Kayla moves to a small town with the hope of finding comfort in a fresh start. But as she steps inside the unfamiliar classroom on the first day, standing in front of the class is a mysteriously familiar face, one that rouses memories of a time she believed had gone by. With past baggage catching up in the most intrusive ways, she stumbles upon unexpected comfort of friendship, unconditional love of found family, and a beautiful yet complicated bond between two hesitant souls. "This book was like a warm hug, and I might believe in love again." "I would give everything, especially my soul, to have the opportunity to read this book for the first time again." ────── CW: Substance abuse, harsh language, sexual content, mention of self-harm and suicide. ────── Started in January 2018. Re-published in November 2022. First draft finished in April 2023. ────── Copyright 2018 © Renee Steinberg All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced, copied, translated, or republished in any form without the author's permission, except for brief quotations or reviews with proper credit.

•For Mature Audiences Only• Welcome to Lakeview's Summer Camp for the Undecider's, Ladies and Gentlemen! Hope you have a pleasurable stay. R-Rated.

the most ice cold player meets the interviewer after a match, instantly claiming her as his girl.

De la haine à l'amour, il n'y a qu'un pas de danse... Jeune danseuse prometteuse, Iris voit enfin son rêve se réaliser lors de sa dernière année de lycée : son école a été sélectionnée pour participer au plus prestigieux des concours de Louisiane, le Gala Des Sept Danses. De son côté, Ange, joueur star de l'équipe de football américain du lycée, voit son année sous un tout autre jour depuis que lui et ses coéquipiers ont été appelés en dernière minute afin de servir de partenaires aux danseuses du club d'Iris, pour le concours. Iris et Ange se connaissent depuis toujours. Il est le meilleur ami d'Adam, le grand frère d'Iris. Ensemble, ils ont toujours tout vécu... jusqu'à ce qu'un drame frappe leurs familles respectives. Depuis, ils ne se supportent plus. Pourtant, ils vont devoir s'entraîner ensemble pendant un an afin d'assurer la meilleure performance possible. Entre tension, désir et révélations, tout est propice à la dérive pour Iris et Ange... Mais les relations les plus compliquées ne sont-elles celles qui valent le plus la peine d'être sauvées ? ⚠️ Ce roman met en scène une psychologie assez difficile et sombre pouvant heurter la sensibilité de certaines personnes.

𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑵𝑨 𝑵𝒀𝑰𝑲𝑨 Running away from something you didn't even do is like walking around with an A4 paper sized note saying 'just put me in jail already.' It's guilty, but when it's the only option you have why wouldn't you take it? Disappearing and starting over from a fuck-up like that 𝙖𝙣𝙙 on a perfectly clean slate in conditions better than your last is rare, incredibly rare. Anyone would run straight into that gate, but that hardest pill to swallow is realizing that the door leads straight down the same path you were trying to get away from. 𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑱𝑨𝑯 𝑹𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑻 Everything runs like clockwork and all I have to do is follow the arrow. Nothing I've ever received has come from my own sacrifices or my own bones, things have sat comfortably on my plate in front of me-Friends, job opportunities, scholarships, women. I've never had to pull a muscle to reach for any of it. So maybe this was my karma. Gods version of giving me a real taste of what it's like to be human-what it's like to have everything taken from you from right under your feet without warning. Except when is it enough, what will it take to keep what's important to me when everything else is gone.

After the war Y/N spent her time as a healer at St Mungos, she enjoyed her job and most importantly enjoyed being by herself. The haunting memories of the war replayed continuously in her mind, so she distanced herself from any past friends' and lovers. She spent her Friday evenings in the local bar close to her house, this was her time. Time to let go off the memories and time to drown in her sorrows. Little did she know, she had was being watched the whole time, for the past two years by the Slytherin Prince. *Based on my one shot 'one more drink'* **All characters belong to JK Rowling** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 19+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed**

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

/ / Stock·holm syn·drome (noun) / / feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. *DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS SELF-HARM AND ABUSE*

When a young, timid girl (21)bumps into a tall scary man(27) on a dark night, she apologises. He notices the small cuts on her cheek. The girl runs away when he asks what's wrong, but he can't help but notice the two bottles of vodka that are cradled in her arms. Why can't he stop thinking about a girl he doesn't know and barely seen?