Ivory Emily Gilmore, (Ivy) a girl who doesn't believe in forever meets a boy, Logan Huntzburger who never learned how to stay-and somehow, they become each other's constant. Between secret societies, reckless nights, and quiet moments that feel too real, Ivy and Logan blur the line between friendship and something too intimate. He falls first, she falls harder but neither of them knows how to land without breaking. Because sometimes, the scariest leap isn't off a roof it's admitting that this might actually be love. ** I only own Ivy's character and her storyline, Gilmore girls and all that is not mine, well obviously, duh..."

Sixteen-year-old Eleanor "Ellie" Biggs is done. Done with London, with the bullies who broke her, with the whispers that she's defective like her mam, destined to burn out or fade away. Back in Cork- for good, she's promised herself one thing: no one gets close. Not friends, not boys, not anyone. But then there's Cillian Ryan. On the surface he's Tommen's golden boy - the rugby star captain with the grin everyone falls for. Underneath, he's crumbling under the fists of his father, the silence of his mother, and the weight of protecting a little brother who's running out of smiles. Neither of them are looking for each other. But when Ellie's walls crack and Cillian refuses to walk away, something shifts. She's the girl who swore she'd never trust again. He's the boy who swore he'd carry it all alone. Together, they might just be brave enough to face the storms no one else sees. Messy, magnetic, and unflinchingly real - this is a story about first love, family scars, and finding light in the dark.

❝ so much more was said in the unsaid. ❞ formula one fanfic charles leclerc x female!oc [ ongoing ] ༝༚༝༚

"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

COMING SOON 『 And that's when he tilts his head, a tad bit of provocation hidden behind the veil of his eyes, that I finally read them clearly. The two sentences inked on his neck - right below two red angel wings. "Choke me. Right here. " 』 They were wilted flowers, not ready for the light to shine on them, to expose their scars and their anger. The story of a complex, elusive bartender & a drop-out college student trying to make a life for herself. Only it's not as simple as that.

Esmeralda Roberts, or better known by her stage name Trixie, works as a stripper, but not by choice, but because she has to. Collin Edwards, a wealthy and successful businessman, sees Trixie at the strip club she works at while out there to blow off some steam. He is instantly mesmerized by her beauty and wants her to become his, but much to his surprise and disappointment, she doesn't fall at his feet like every other girl he's known does. This makes Collin want her even more, so he doesn't give up and keeps trying because she's like no other girl he's ever met. Will he be able to make her his, or will he only remain a mere client in Trixie's eyes? #55 in Romance - 23/12/2017 #53 in Romance - 25/12/2017 #6 in Billionaire - 05/01/2019 #14 in Romance - 26/06/2020

Dominic Valentine (pronounced Valen-teen) Giossi was the head of a very powerful Italian crime syndicate based in Little Italy...New York. At 30 years old he'd gained the respect of the family heads as well as the Russians and Greeks. He was fair but ruthless in his business dealings; he demanded loyalty from those that worked for him. It didn't matter if you were house staff all the way up to his second; you didn't go against the famiglia. His father passed away when he was 20 and all the biological family he had left was his mother, Valentina Giossi. She was a good, caring mother and she understood the business enough not to interfere but she also wanted Dominic to settle down with a good girl. This is the story of when fates collide and do you fight it or ride it out to see where it takes you? And would she be the 'more' that he was so desperately looking for? THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, LANGUAGE AND VIOLENCE. 18+ READERS ONLY. The character names and a lot of the places are fictional and any likeness they represent is purely coincidental.

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