Romance
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Born To Be by NightTime_Storiexs
NightTime_Storiexs
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The kingdom of Zariya. Prince Archer of Zariya. Evelyn, a citizen of Zariya. The prince has now turned twenty-one and the hunt for a princess has begun. With no princesses suitable to our royal Prince Archer's likes, there is no choice left. He must marry a simple girl from Zariya. One that has a good name, is favored by many and knows how to carry herself. Evelyn is a girl who helps run her mother's boutique, Cherie and also works in restaurants around the kingdom. Only she is loved by everyone. She's known for being the kind-hearted girl she is who helps everyone around town. Word of Prince Archer's hunt for a bride spreads like a wildfire and thousands of hands are offered in marriage but so does the word of Evelyn and her beauty which she fails to acknowledge. Can a girl who wants nothing to do with royalty handle being the king's new obsession? Or worse, being the princess of Zariya? . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Her Rock by Pelton02
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Ella Mae Emerson, the girl who stays hidden at all costs, the girl who likes to be alone with eyes glued to the floor, words coming out as stutters, and nervousness her own personal shadow. She's just a girl who's trying to make it through the day with anxiety clinging to her back. Declan Olin Anderson, the new kid who transferred with drooling features and a charming attitude. Football is his sport, you could say he's quite the stellar athlete who's got game both on and off the field. If you push he'll pull, he doesn't quit because no good athlete does. She wasn't like him and he wasn't like her. They each got their own problems but finding each other wasn't one of them. * "You're beautiful Ellie, that's why they're staring." He whispers into my ear. My cheeks go hot as my eyes meet his. I don't know why, but when Declan calls me beautiful I get this feeling that I can't describe. He makes me feel so special. At this moment it's just me and him, he smirks and adds, "You're my girl, not theirs, they are jealous and they should be." Completed - 12/28/19
First at Last by WillowDeane
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Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?
♡ṃʏ ẇȏяʟԀ ♡ (Inosuke x reader) [COMPLETED] by sun_ve
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