[ B o o k 2 ] ❝ Promise me you will stand by me, not matter how hard the situation that we are in is. ❞ He said to me. ❝Always. ❞ I told him. As much as I hated him, I still loved him. ⌲ ⌲ ⌲ Addison Coulson has build walls around her, that none came break since the Ward incident. She should have seen it coming, but she didn't. She feels hopeless now. She can't trust anyone. Will Ward be able to pick up the pieces back and break her walls? Or will someone else will do it for him? [ S e a s o n 2 ]

Alec Lightwood: acting head of the New York Institute. Samara Fray: a pain in his ass.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

❛ i don't want to go to go think i'll make it worse, everything i know brings me back to us. ❜ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･☼ ❛ cousins felt like a second home to the brooke family, year after year they would return to the same place every summer. but this year felt different. after conrad gives her the cold shoulder olivia realises this summer isn't like the one before. ❜ 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘- conrad fisher • all rights reserved to jenny han, i only own my characters and plot line. started: 5/3/23 season one ✓ season two ✓ season three tbf @graymaybankz/2025

"𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥" bucky barnes x fem!oc STARTED: July 14, 2025 FINISHED: TBD

"I didn't tell anyone, but a bird told me that you were in town." - Lana Del Rey I met him the summer everything burned. Johnny Sinclair. Sharp jaw, blood on his hands, always looking for ghosts - never realizing I was one. He said I was just a memory. I said he used to love me. The truth is: I don't remember if I died first, or if he did. But I remember his hands. I remember the way he looked at me like I was made of smoke and glass. And I remember this: He said I was pretty when I cried.

Boys Of Tommen Fanfiction

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝟷𝟼, 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣 𝙂𝙞𝙗𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙭 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙡𝙮𝙣𝙘𝙝

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 He was so happy. How was he so happy all the time? Nobody is that happy. It's impossible. ____________________________________ 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 I hated everything about myself. The way my body matured differently than Shannon's. The way my body was curved and built for the eyes of man. I hated me. I hated everything. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 I was funny. Not as funny as my brother. I had a nice smile, my mother told me so(but she wouldn't believe me if I had told her) I was good at smiling, it made me look happy and that made me feel happy. I wanted to wipe any unhappy memories out of my brain, I wanted to clean the dirt dug into my skin. But I can't. So I'm just happy. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFIC #1 Shannonlynch (12/29/24 #1 chloewalsh (1/6/25