A late-night pizza delivery girl and a heartbroken customer accidentally end up sharing wine and life stories after she orders "one pizza and someone to listen." She becomes her "pizza therapist," but feelings start to get complicated - especially when she suddenly stopped ordering on friday nights.

While visiting her family in L.A. with her best friend, Emily ends up at the same restaurant as Madison Beer. Exchanging glances turns into a relationship neither one of them expected.

When life deals us cards...

...in her eyes, raging with fire and tremendous calming waves. Her arms are my warming shelter. Her love and melancholic persona that spits heaven. Her soul interwining to mine like we are mold for each others body. She's my golden glory, and monotonic heroine.

The Wait for Your Love story but now told from Ariana's point of view! (Book 1.5 of the Wait For Your Love series) If you haven't read Wait For Your Love...you probably want to...but maybe it doesn't matter which one you read first...I don't really know yet lol. But wait for your love is finished so...you probably want to head over there first. Anyway! I hope you enjoy, I'm super excited for this. This is something I've never done before and I'm super excited to see how it turns out.

Sequel to Wait For Your Love READ THAT FIRST Ari and Y/N continue to build their life together as the Wicked Era is on the horizon. How will they navigate the future now that it's here? Will Y/N be Ariana's forever girl? GirlxGirl

TeacherxStudent "Holly, is there something you want to tell me?" Miss Adeline made me swallow the lump in my throat as her piercing eyes were staring into my soul. "N-no, ma'am." I stuttered. That was enough to make her stand up from her chair and walk towards me. My eyes were locked into hers as she towered over me, then gripped my wrist. "Holly..." Fuck.

"Why were you with her at a party?" Amara asked anger coming off of her as she started into my being. A shiver went down my spine. I've never seen her this mad. Never. "ANSWER ME!" She yelled making me jump a bit before my own anger came out. "Why would YOU wanna know? It's NONE of YOUR business!" I yelled back as both of our anger now filled the room. "It IS my business, wanna know why?" She asked walking towards me at a slow pace until we were inches apart leaning into my neck. "Because your mine." She whispered into my ear. *********************** The popular, the nobodies, and the nerds. The three groups in high school or as we like to call it hell I mean some people thrive in this place but me? No. I'm in two of those groups the nobodies and the nerds but even though I'm in two groups I still get one thing in common. The bullying. But I guess a little confrontation which I hate would give the bullying a whole new meaning.

Only You, Always Tate McRae wasn't looking for love-just a quiet coffee and a moment to breathe. She didn't expect to find Eleanor Grant: composed, protective, and impossibly gentle. What starts as stolen afternoons and soft touches grows into something undeniable. Eleanor shows up to every show, holds Tate together when the lights go down, and makes the chaos of fame feel manageable. But when the world begins to watch too closely, Tate is forced to confront her fears of being seen, chosen, and loved so openly. A soft, clingy, tour-life WLW romance with jealousy, devotion, and hands always at her waist.