"You're my betrothed." "Naliligaw ka, Miss." Inis na isasara ko na sana yung pinto ng humarang sya doon. "I don't think so. You're Terry Alcatraz right?" Terry has never been terrified all her life, ngayon lang. As she is now standing infront of a Goddess in the form of this woman with 5'10 height, pinkish white skin na hindi yata sanay sa araw, ash gray hair, at yung malalamlam na mga mata na akala mo laging inaantok. Am I still dreaming? "Sino ka ba?" "I'm your betrothed." Hay nako. May baliw na naman na naligaw. I pity her. Maganda nga. Baliw naman. "You got it wrong. Babae ako, Miss." Tsk. Bibigyan ka na nga lang din ng kapareha. Babae pa na mas maganda sayo at may saltik sa utak. Where's justice? "No. I'm in the right place. We're engaged." "Baliw ka ba?" Asar na tanong ko na sa kanya. Nauubos na ang pasensya ko dahil inaantok pa ko. Nagtatakang tiningnan ako ng mga matang kulay tsokolate na iyon. "Me?" Hinagod pa ako nito ng tingin mula ulo hanggang paa. "Shit, why am I trapped with you? I wonder. I could have atleast chose a better one. My toenails is way more appealing than you!" Ano daw? Sa sobrang inis ko ay hindi ko napigilang hubarin ang suot kong house slippers at batuhin sya niyon. Sino ba naman ang hindi maiinis? Kagigising mo lang ay may kakatok na sa tapat ng pintuan nyo para lang mangtrip. Pagkatapos sasabayan pa ng panglalait. Tila naman umurong lahat ng tapang ko ng mag angat ng tingin mula sa tsinelas na tumama sa pisngi nito ang babaeng iyon na may pares ng kulay tsokolateng mata. She gave me a chillin' smile pagkatapos ay dinampot ang tsinelas ko saka ubod ng lakas na binato din sakin yung tsinelas ko. Fudge! My pretty face! "There, we're quits. That's what engaged people do. They give and take." pagkatapos ay ngumiti ng pagkatamis tamis na akala mo santita. "Hmm. Bakit parang mas maganda pa sayo yung slippers mo? You could have bought a face too." Ano daw? Papatayin ko talaga tong baliw na babaeng ito. ***

teacher x student | wlw | age gap Emily had to take a year off from school because of her mental health, and now she's 18 and ready to start fresh. She's always been a straight-A student and plans to keep it that way by focusing on her studies this year. But then she meets the new English teacher, who she realizes she's seen before, although this time she seems different, more strict. Will Emily be able to stay focused, or will she find herself falling for the charms of her strict teacher? • Slow burn • Teacher x student • Age gap (24 years) ~Highest rankings~ #1 in lgbt #1 in womensfiction #1 in teacherstudent #1 in englishteacher #1 wlwteacherxstudent #2 in teacherspet #2 in women #2 in girlxwoman #2 in lesbian #3 in gxg #4 in wlw

Elenia Jahnson only wanted to become an architect. An internship at Laurent Atelier, Manhattan's most prestigious architecture firm, was supposed to be the beginning of her career. Instead, it became the beginning of Vivienne Laurent. Brilliant. Unreadable. Meticulously composed. Vivienne notices everything. Every habit. Every hesitation. Every apology. And once she decides something belongs in her life... She rarely lets it go.

I Don't Do Nothing For No One (But You're The Only Exception) - Movie Star, Solya. Lynn Loud Jr. has always been more comfortable on the field than in her own head. Winning games was easy. Figuring out her feelings for her best friend, Elza Mars? Not so much. What started as the usual rhythm of practices, jokes, and late-night hangouts slowly shifts when Lynn realizes that what she feels for Elza isn't just friendship-or a silly crush. She's flustered, awkward, and completely out of her depth-but maybe that's okay. Because Elza, with her messy hair and calm confidence, has a way of making even the scariest feelings feel a little less impossible. Or: Lynn Loud Jr. would never admit just how much of a loser she is.

Based on a book I'm writing currently which will be posted with a pen name, I'll let y'all know when it's out!!! Can't wait love y'all (btw I'm in high school so the grammar might not be perfect) also I started this on a doc so it'll be formatted the way I have it on my doc. AND NO IT WILL NOT BE SEXUAL LYNNS ACTOR IS 16!!

"but I can see us lost in the memory" -august, taylor swift friends to lovers, lynn loud jr x fem! reader

Lynn Loud Jr. thrives on every fields, fast, fearless, and in control-until Avery Vale arrives. Hockey prodigy, co-captain, and effortlessly magnetic, Avery challenges everything Lynn thought she knew about competition, leadership, and herself. Between bruised bodies, late-night calls, and quiet vulnerabilities, the two navigate rivalry, teamwork, and the fragile balance between strength and trust. In a season where every play counts, will they learn to protect each other-or get bruised in more ways than one? ⚠️ Content Note: This story includes brief references to past abuse (non-graphic, fully recovered character) and the death of a side character from cancer. These elements are handled with care and are not the focus of the narrative.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

You've had a crush on your best-friend, Ron Weasley, since your third year in Hogwarts. Now you're in sixth year, and your feelings still haven't changed. But what happens when you accidentally send a howler to Ron, filled with a love song that you sang with Ron's name in it? Will he find out it was you, and will he return your feelings? - Set in an AU where Voldemort was killed back during the first war, so James and Lily are alive, Harry isn't the chosen one and Sirius never went to Azkaban Also I suck at descriptions, sorry :)

"The Girl Who Spoke" takes readers on an enchanting journey into the world of Y/n Lupin-Black, a young witch with a unique and mysterious background. As the daughter of a notorious murderer and a werewolf, Y/n carries a heavy burden of expectations and judgments. When she receives her acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Y/n embarks on a thrilling adventure, eager to learn magic and make new friends. However, her past actions at just two years old loom over her, causing whispers and curiosity among her peers. But Y/n is not just any ordinary witch. She possesses a rare gift known as metaphormagus, enabling her to change her appearance. FredWeasley x Reader