𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 -𝗟𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗿𝗶𝗸 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇 - Alexandrea Branson had left her life in Iowa behind, thanks to her father's PCS reassignment. She now found herself in Calabasas, grappling with the complexities of living in a new city and dealing with the emotional turmoil of her abusive father, a military man. Amidst the chaos, her passion for tennis provided a much-needed escape. One night, she stumbled upon a sobbing boy; this encounter would change the course of her life. Little did she know that the boy she found was none other than Erik Menendez , and that his connection to her would be far deeper than she could ever imagine. Her journey would intertwine with his and that of his brother Lyle, as they navigated the complexities of familial abuse and love. Through the bond of shared trauma and understanding, Alexandrea's presence brings comfort, support, and a new perspective to the brothers' lives, they find solace in each other's company. The three of them navigate the complexities of their individual circumstances, finding strength in their unity. As the story unfolds, their harrowing experiences and the challenges they faced would not only shape their own lives but also bring them together in unexpected ways. 𝗟𝘆𝗹𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇 (𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘇) 𝗫 𝗢𝗖 IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER- This story is an adaptation based on the television series inspired by the real-life case of the Menendez brothers. this is solely a work of fiction and tho it does reference the actual events surrounding the case. This is based off the show "monsters." The portrayal of the characters, including my original character, Alexandrea, and the actors' portrayal, such as Cooper Koch as Erik and Nicholas Chavez as Lyle, is strictly fictional. There is no intention to spread misinformation or support any injustice as Ryan Murphy did

FOLLOWS MONSTERS: THE STORY OF LYLE AND ERIK MENENDEZ ENTIRELY. LYLE'S LOVE INTEREST: Y/N LYLE MENENDEZ X READER ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

# 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ━ 𖤐 ˖ ࣪ . 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗦 ¡! ━ ⍴⍴;; donde encontraras historias o relatos protagonizados por el cantante 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘢. ( peso pluma x 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ! ) ─────── 𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 historias cortas, sacadas de la mente de una chica puberta y con un posible toque de cliche. Favor, de querer hacer una adaptación dar créditos. ─────── 𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 writted © ( 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝘵𝘩𝘷 ) # ladoblep second place ‼️

Love At First Sight or something like that.

a pretty compilation of sad words by a thirteen year old girl.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

"I'm fine," I state rather bluntly. "You don't look fine." "Then stop looking." He chuckles, and damn does he. His voice is dessert for the ears, his face is candy for the eyes. If I wasn't so pissed off I might've swooned over him. "How can I? When an angel is so close to me," He smirks. I fully turn myself towards him this time. "Were you there? That night?" I have to know before I think about him in the light any longer. "No." He doesn't even hesitate, "But my father was," "If I may ask, what in the hell prompted him to take my brother from a car accident?" He plasters on a tight-lipped grin, a small tick in his chin. "That's the thing, Hermosa, that night was everything but an accident." (Beautiful) --- This is a small intercept from Beautifully Broken. If you decided to read it I hope you enjoy!

ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ɪɴ ᴏɴᴇ... "𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟."

Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

Just like Avery Grambs, Malacey Prairie was a complete stranger to the Hawthorne family when she inherited just as much money as she could ever wish for. "Thankfully, it wasn't so hard to find you, Miss Prairie," the boy in the black tuxedo, the colour bringing out the silver in his eyes. "It wasn't as easy to find the other... girl." "Mr Hawthorne, I advise that you control your sarcasm and choose your words correctly," I retorted, just as much sass lacing my tone just as much as his. His ice silver eyes met mine as he walked over to the desk where I stood. "Maybe you should too, Miss Prairie," he said as he reached me and the small of my back hit the desk as a curious light flickered in his eyes, "Malacey, Grayson," I sneered at him with a smirk. "We aren't total strangers, are we, Gray?" Suddenly, the boy stepped away from me, all light gone from his eyes. "I-I'll be waiting outside, Miss Prairie," he stuttered as he left the room. Funny. Grayson Davenport Hawthorne never stuttered. But was she really a complete stranger from the family, or was she just a stranger to one? ------------- The Inheritance Games None of the characters and scenes belong to me except Malacey and the Prairie family and some created scenes. All other characters and scenes belong to Jennifer Lynn Barnes. UPDATING EVERY WEEKEND 😊