🤍 JOEL MILLER X FEMALE CHARACTER 🤍 *STORY ON PAUSE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE, BUT SLOW CHAPTER EDITS & RE-UPLOADS (status remains the same as of 7.8.2026)* Texas sun. Hot summer nights. White lace. Sunday sermons. And his best friend's daughter. Summer 2003, Paris, Texas. Lucy Belle Monroe returns home after eight years away, hoping to mend her bond with her father, the town's beloved pastor. She expected nights on porch swings, church potlucks, and the comfort of her old Southern roots. What she didn't expect was Joel Miller- her father's best friend. Older. Untouchable. Off-limits. Until now. As Lucy tries to reconcile faith, family, and forbidden desire, she's forced to face the line between sin and salvation, and what it means to choose her own kind of love. Follow Lucy's journey as she navigates her new life in Texas, where she will be rebuilding relationships and exploring life beyond her once small world. This summer, the good Christian girl finds herself torn between the faith she was raised on and the desires that refuse to stay buried. ** This is NOT a weird dbf Joel/Pedro fanfic. Female MC is of age/consenting ADULT. ** Please vote and leave comments! Much love 💞 Start Date: 5/27/25 End Date: _______ * this story can also be found on AO3 under the same username Disclaimer: This is the first fanfic I have ever written. Please be prepared for typos and many grammar errors. This story does not follow The Last of Us storyline- all characters and ideas borrowed from the original video game/story belong to the rightful owners. All images borrowed in this work belong to their rightful owners. WARNING: This story is a slight slow burn and will contain smut and some controversial themes. Story uploads may be sporadic. I am simply just a girl who's obsessed with Joel Miller.

"Oh, little crybaby, you don't know what you're asking me for," Gabriel spoke darkly. His gazed shifted, boring into me as his breath mingled with mine. "You sit here in your little school uniform with a damn cross hanging from your neck...," he paused, his eyes narrowing as they burned through me. "Not even understanding what you're asking me while your daddy sits at home wondering why his little girl isn't back yet. I don't fuck little girls." I choked out a sob, his fingers flexing around my throat "Run, piagnona," he warned lowly, "Run as fast as you can and pray I don't catch you again cause I can promise that I won't deny myself the pleasure of ruining you a second time." ------------------ A story in which a catholic school girl becomes obsessed with the walking devil reincarnate - an Italian mob boss who loves the idea of ruining her just a little too much. Clementine wants nothing more than to be good, but his temptation is just so sweet. Gabriel wouldn't usually be so captivated by a little church girl, but who was he to deny himself the pleasure? FMC IS OF AGE!

"What's your name, little one?" "Rosy." ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Rosy is a small girl with a big heart. She loves all things pink, has a soft spot for stuffies, and finds the good in even the worst people. When she meets Ares, she instantly becomes his, as much as he becomes hers.

"Such a spoiled girl, aren't you?" He nipped at my ear causing me to gasp. My lips parted in shock. "I'm not spoiled." I protested adamantly. "No? My girls not a whiny little brat who pouts until she gets her way?" Knox teased playfully. "I-I just didn't want you to be hungry." I defended weakly, a bit embarrassed from his observation. "Hmm my spoiled girl," He paused giving my neck a small squeeze before continuing, "such good manners." --- Annie has been fighting her entire life. Tired, worn down, effectively broken she had given up trying to fight. She was in most ways a complete shell of herself. Now in her senior year, she was forced to attend in person by her therapist which was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. Knox was always running. Running from his family, his friends, and his future. The only thing he wasn't willing to run from was her. Annie was his and he was going to make sure she knew it. US & UK Top 10 !!

River Cortland is a 17 year old girl who seems to have a permanent blush around her best friend Noah who she loves more than anything in the world. Noah Arlington is a 18 year old boy who lives to tease his precious little best friend who he's protective over and who means the world to him. Two hearts meant for each other. A journey of love, teasing, and more love. - 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 *all photo credits go to the respectable owners* *I do not own any of the photos nor do I claim that I do, unless stated otherwise.* *this is not fan fiction* *don't steal my work please. plagiarism is a crime*

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who's running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

Yanna "Babydoll" Hill has it all-money, beauty, and the kind of privilege that makes the world bend at her feet. As the spoiled daughter of one of Manhattan's richest men, she's used to getting what she wants... except when it comes to her love life. Forced into a fake relationship with Wyatt, the golden boy from another powerful family, Yanna is miserable, rebellious, and ready to risk it all-especially for the right woman. Enter Ren. A 6'0 ex-military bodyguard from Louisiana, Ren is assigned to shadow Yanna's every move after one too many reckless nights out. She's all discipline, muscle, and mystery, and she's making it very hard for Yanna to behave. Between sneaking out to wild parties, dodging her overbearing father, and dealing with a boyfriend she never wanted, Yanna finds herself caught in a game of tension and temptation with the one woman she shouldn't want. But what happens when "babysitting" turns into something else? And when Wyatt starts to notice that Yanna's attention isn't on him anymore, things get dangerous. In a world where image is everything, power is dangerous, and love is a luxury, will Yanna play by the rules-or will she finally take what she wants? WLW urban lesbian blacklove gxg