❝𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄❞ -@keikaminari - date: 5/22/25 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- -ˏˋ こんにちはˊˎ- in which a Marleyan soldier is sent on a navy fleet to retrieve the Founding Titan, but becomes a captive to the Survey Corps, finding herself interesting in one of the officers. ╰┈➤ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ jean kirstein

Opposites

Heartbroken after the betrayal of those who once meant everything to her, Isabella begins to pave her own path to freedom as she realizes that shared blood doesn't always mean family. And family doesn't always mean love. [This is the sequel to Caged. It cannot be read as a stand-alone] • • • Contains sensitive material (no cliches). Copyright © 2021 by luxedreams. All rights reserved.

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 - all her hopes and dreams of running away from the luxurious lifestyle with her boyfriend are ruined when she finds herself chained down in a sudden arranged marriage with someone she'd never love, but it's already been made clear that not everything goes to plan. 𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐒 - He only agreed to this wedding on the condition that it would help his business career and put more money in his wallet. He's never been in a serious committed relationship before, and he wasn't about to start now, that is, until he sees his soon-to-be wife; now he'll go through anything and anyone to get her, even her own boyfriend. started - may 8th, 2023. finished - july 28th, 2023.

(Complete) When bright and happy Blair meets a bad boy who seems to live in a completely different world than she does, she can't help but to be drawn in. But maybe there's more to him than meets the eye, and they both have secrets that need to be revealed. This book is apart of the See Me series, but can be read as a stand-alone.

Lottie and Rowan's story: "You count to four." I state after a moment of silence. "I count to four and my safe number is three. You have turned everything upside down. Three, six, nine... Was what I used to think in. I used to check the door, the oven, the lights. But nine is not a multiple of four, it fucked me up." "Rowan I knew. I knew you were counting to four. You had four marks. You did the four fingers. You would kiss me in fours. But it is still not my fault." "I never said it was."

❝𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑...𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓❞ -@keikaminari - date: 06/09/2021 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- -ˏˋ こんにちはˊˎ- 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ╰┈➤ ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊ 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙮𝙖

STORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.

STORY 4 BOOK 2 of Loving November Grace Five years ago I was swept up in this storm. The storm of him. And for a beautiful second, our clouds, they collided. Our skin hydrated. Loving the way the rain felt across our nerves. The electricity, the lightning burning us. And this storm it broke and fixed me all at once. It tore down everything in it's path, destroyed walls and melted ice I thought was forever going to be inside of me, but it also nurtured my heart and I grew. I grew and I survived everything after; all the consequences of loving him. We survived. I was left with memories, and imprints that only whispered to be heard. And even they faded over the years. I wasn't ever going to see him again and that was okay. It was okay until it wasn't. Until it wasn't a reality. And he walked right into my little coffee shop. Because when two points are destined to touch, when paths are pushed together, forced to cross- There's no rule that they only cross once. If the universe wants it, it will always find a way to make the connection. Cole and I lost each other, and I thought that was fate, that is what was destined for us. It was the safest thing for us all. It still is. And that is fine. But when we did meet again, all those years later- it wasn't. Nothing at all was fine. There are so many reasons why I should have stayed away, so many reasons why that fire, that fire should have gone out by now, and nothing but ash should be left. Yet it burned. Us. Them. It was destructive and neither of us even wanted it. But. It's us. Our hearts are old friends, our skin, etched with each other's fingertips.