A sudden event cuts the year at Queens short for Anne and Diana as news from Avonlea arrives in a telegram. Gilbert and Anne have not seen each other in over 9 month's and their relationship evolves awkwardly from rival, to friends to romantic. Jerry and Diana's paths cross in an unexpected way which creates tension with so many things now changed. Disclaimer: the characters in this story do not belong to me. They are based on Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maud Montgomery and Anne with an E the series by Moira Walley-Becket and Northwood Entertainment.

Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Liam realised he might be missing Theo in his life and decides to take some action. But will it be for the best? Or will the past haunt them? This is a enemies to lovers with many between paths. Start 09 04 2021

17, snart 18 år gamle Auguste har fått livet planlagt siden han ble født. Det var forventet at han skulle jobbe med det samme som faren, studere astronomi og gifte seg med Madeleine. Auguste trengte å finne ut ting selv. Skjønne mennesker på egenhånd. Forstå noe, uten å lese fasiten først. Det største problemet var at det ikke var Madeleine han drømte om. Faktisk var det ingen henne. Det var han. Paris 1800-tallet - Bidrag til #night2017 Cover: @rrrenate Fullført: 11.09.2017 Alle rettigheter @butterfly2209 Setter pris på tilbakemeldinger o.l. (selv om dette er en bok fra 2017) ! Novelle !

Det er en gutt som heter Thomas, han mener livet er et spill og prøver derfor å holde seg for seg selv, men en dag møter han William, og livet blir snudd på hodet. Han begynner å føle noe han aldri har følt før. Han er mistenksom på følelsene som kommer frem og han blir bedre og bedre kjent med denne William som kommer inn i livet hans.

BoyxBoy Hvis jeg hadde vist at jeg hadde blitt kastet ut av huset mitt, på grunn av at jeg liker gutter, ville jeg aldri ha fortalt dem det. Aiden er en 18 år gammel gutt, han er helt normal. Men han er homo, men det betyr jo ikke noe, det forandrer ikke hvem du er. Han fortalte foreldrene sine, men, det gikk ikke så bra. Følg livet til Aiden på gata, eller ender han opp på gata når han møter en spesiell gutt, og hva skjer når Aiden finner ut av at den spesielle gutten jobber i mafiaen. PLIS IKKE LES HVIS DU SKAL HATE, ELLER OM DU IKKE LIKER HANDLINGEN! Og jeg mener ikke og fornærme noen, håper dere forstår.

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. WARNING: all rights go to velvetoscar on ao3 Cover made by: whatkooloser

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)