Satan has been mistreated since day one. Ever since her parents found out they were having boy and girl twins, they have been disgusted but the fact of having a girl. Her mother wants nothing to do with her and her father has been touching her since the third grade. The treatment towards her brother is nothing but kindness and he's spoiled with everything. Gabriel had been treated like a baby his whole life, not having any chores and everything he wants. His mom treats him like a baby, and loves him more than her daughter. Satan can't help but feel betrayed and sick at the treatment. Even though she should be use to it, she isn't. Satan tries her best to fit in but with her brother's popularity and her selective mutism it isn't easy making friends. Although she isn't completely anxiety ridden and still wants friends, it's hard for her since she can't speak. Satan meets her opposite, a girl named Angel. Angel is an outgoing and talkative person, looking to find friends in a new school. Satan and Angel become friends, Angel teaching her sign. They eventually lead to something more, which seems to cause more than it should. Started Oct. 15, 2023 Ended Dec. 17, 2023 Most Impressive Rankings: #1- lgbtqromance (11-27-23) #897- fiction (12-3-23) #1- wlwromance (2-21-24) I own no music or images display through the book. Everything else, such as writing material is mine and I take full ownership.

Gillian Anderson and Courtney Carmichael are enemies...more or less. While the pair seem to constantly be at each other's necks nowadays, it wasn't always this way... In fact, the two used to be best friends. They were practically inseparable until that one fateful night in eighth grade. Only, what really happened that night? ••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Court-" I attempt to reach out to her only for her to push my hand away from her and turn to face me. "You should go." She tells me, avoiding my eyes. "Courtney, please." I beg. "Please don't shut me out again. I promise that I won't ever try to kiss you again." The honey-haired girl scoffs. "That's the thing..." she trails off. "The longer that I'm around you, the more that I want you to kiss me." The sapphire-eyed girl admits.

Yllana was the kind of SSC officer who never read the minutes, submitted forms late, and somehow still got away with everything - mostly because she was too charming (and annoyingly pretty) to stay mad at for long. Ahtisa Manalo, on the other hand, was the university's beloved terror president: always early, always polished, clipboard in one hand and a deadline in the other. She ran meetings like a machine and didn't blink while shutting down entire project proposals. They were opposites in every possible way. But every Thursday, in every cramped conference room and chaotic event day, Yllana found new ways to test her President's patience - teasing her in front of the officers, whispering "Miss President, you good?" just to see her fluster. And Ahtisa, who prided herself on never cracking... started cracking. Started softening. Started falling - quietly, hopelessly - for the one girl she never planned to let close. What began as harmless teasing turned into glances that lingered too long, meetings that ended with shared Yakults, and touches that meant too much. Until the teasing stopped being a joke... and started feeling like a promise. This is the story of how the campus terror fell in love with the girl who never took anything seriously - except her. And maybe, eventually, the feeling was mutual. Or so we thought.

Fresh out of college, Nora Hawthorne has one simple goal: savor a carefree Italian holiday before "real life" begins. Dragged into a glittering boutique by her friend, she collides-literally-with a woman who seems carved from steel and secrets: Victoria Rossi, the millionaire and the CEO of her own company, and whose name is whispered with awe and fear. Victoria is cold, commanding, and impossible to read-and yet, something in Victoria's gaze softens when it settles on Nora. Nora tells herself it was nothing. A strange, fleeting moment she'll never have to think about again. Until fate intervenes. She discovers that she's been hired at Victoria's company, forcing them to meet again. Can the warmth of one heart melt the ice around another? Or will the feeling Victoria felt towards Nora be able to tear down her walls before they even have a chance to crack?

Cameron James , the owner of a huge welding company has never once rested a day in her life. Ever since she was little, she worked to help her single mom raise her little siblings. She worked to help support her family and has never stopped working since. Until one day she gets a maid named Ashely who teaches her how to relax.

robin is the girl that no one seems to pay attention to. danielle is the girl next door, popular, cheerleader. what happens when they cross paths and dani can't seem to stay away? [ ACTIVE ] same universe as 1986, max mayfield ! --- #1 in maya hawke !!! (2/4/22) #2 in sofia bryant !!!! ( 8/5/22) #1 in wlw!!!!! ( 8/6/22 ) --- started - 24/2/22 ended - ???

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure. *Contains mature content and violence. Please don't read if you're not comfortable with that.* Thank you! *Discontinued*

"I want you" She grabbed my chin making me hold eye Contact "And I want you to be quiet"

"What do you want?" I mentally roll my eyes. "Can I not talk to my favorite girl?" She smiles walking dangerously close to me. Standing up from my chair I decide to move away from her to put some distance between us. "No you cannot talk to me, not anymore at least." I say "Oh come on now, you always like being close and now you're moving away?" She teased while backing me up against my desk. Thinking back to earlier today, I would have let her get her way and kiss me, so what changed? "Fuck it, just kiss me one last time." I finally give in. ☽｡⋆ After having to leave her home town behind due to an accident with her best friend, Ada Ashley is scared to get close to anyone again. She had to leave behind her family and friends to start over, it's always scary but she knows she has to do this. She just hopes she can even make a single friend. Everyone in their right mind knows who Raya Thatcher is, rising punk rock star hard to miss her even when she's just walking down the street. Due to a security breach, Raya has to fire her manager and is on the hunt for someone who can live up to that job. What will happen when Raya and Ada meet in a bar? Will Raya finally be able to find a manager or maybe even more?

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