Camryn Wells wasn't trying to rebuild her life so much as outrun the version of it that nearly destroyed her. After a year and a half off the grid, nursing wounds no one could see and some that still ached like hell, she's back in Pittsburgh. Sort of. She's here for Gwen, the woman who adopted her, who's now fading into early-onset dementia. She's on night shift, working trauma at PTMC, trying to remember the nurse she used to be-and to convince her small army of overprotective siblings that she's fine now. That she's not the broken girl they saw in that hospital bed in Boston. Camryn is sunshine incarnate: bright-eyed, too kind, stubbornly hopeful, and despite everything, still believes in second chances. What she didn't plan on? Her new next-door neighbor just happens to be the gruff, quiet, unflinchingly calm ED attending who runs her shift with surgical precision... and dry quips that cut sharper than a scalpel. Dr. Jack Abbot doesn't do distractions. Not from interns. Not from administration. And definitely not from the impossibly cheerful nurse who crash-landed into his backyard and, somehow, into his life. Guarded, fiercely competent, and more at ease in chaos than comfort, Jack prefers solitude-until Camryn. With her pastel mugs, man-hating cat, and maddening habit of calling him out with a smile, she worms her way into every corner of his neatly boxed-off world. She's not what he expected. And he's exactly what she wasn't ready for. But on the night shift, where everything broken comes through the door eventually, maybe they'll both learn healing doesn't always look like what you thought.

He was good looking, drove a sexy car and always had a girl on his arm, he seemed to be the ideal man to every girl's eye, but he was the complete opposite. My name is Taylor, and I am one of those girls he has on his arm. I wasn't put there willingly, no not at all, I was forced to be his pet, thats what he called me, what they all called us, pets "your a fucking pet!" he would scream at me "you don't talk back to me" then he would hit me across the face or shove me to the ground. Thats how he liked it, rough. The man who made me sick at his touch, tremble when I felt his prescene, when i felt his breath is Tom Kaulitz, Tom fucking Kaulitz. "No one stands up to me, I'm Tom Kaulitz" Why he's keeping me around, I have no idea, why he's put up with me for so long, I wouldn't have a clue, I thought he would of put a bullet in my head ages ago, just like the others. He was an invincible killer, an evil man that got away with anything, murder, rape, stealing, just because he could drive. Trigger warning: Some scenes may include rape and cutting/suicide attempts. (It contains mature subject and dark themes such as explicit kidnapping, murder and rape. There's also explicit sex scenes. Read at your own risk. This book is unedited so you'll find some grammatical errors) I do not own Tokio Hotel but I do own everything else, original characters, story line etc. © winternightz I am winternightz! I wrote this story 6 years ago on Mibba and it was a real hit, I am re-posting it due to writing a sequel and I felt I should share it with you guys, will be up soon! :) The sequel A Beautiful Lie is up now.

This story is inspired by My living nightmare, a different story and not as rough. But with an Interesting story, suprises, plot twists and more. A young girl moves to germany, gets a job at a new place owned by the puissant twins, Tom Kaulitz and Bill Kaulitz. Not knowing what she has gotten into, falling for their lies and unlocks new secrets. Will she regret she ever even met them? (Warning for sensitive topics, read at your own risk.) My spelling and writing can be weird and hard to read sometimes since I write really fast and it's not my first language. I'm still continuing this, it was supposed to be done but I've got a lot of ideas I'm working on a rewritten one, which is better written and it's gonna be longer but this is the original! Everything written by me.

nothing better than sad romance story here 😗 Tom kaulitz! warnings ----- smutt sexual abuse. Also if you prefer y/n then use it as you please:) --- The first couple chapters are kind of a introduction so they might not be that entertaining but trust it gets good:)

Quinn Crimson has a band of her own. The name of the band is 'The Hoaxers'. Quinn is originally from Germany, she moved to England when she was Five. In England, her German accent stuck. Also in England, she met the rest of her band. The band consists of Matt, The drummer, Cara, The bassist, Aiden, The guitarist, and Quinn, The singer, who can also play guitar. The Hoaxers were on tour when they met 'Tokio Hotel'. They were in the same town that Tokio Hotel was performing in. Quinn was the first to meet Tokio Hotel. She was walking back to her hotel room when she ran into Tom and Bill. She apologized and they told her it was fine. So, she went to her hotel room. Not thinking about how they sounded familiar. And not just by their accent. Started: 5/30/23 Published: 5/30/23 Ended: TBD

Jazzlynn is een jonge vrouw van vierentwintig jaar. Ze heeft lange, asblonde haren, een slank postuur en mooie rondingen. Menig man draait zich om als Jazzlynn voorbij loopt. Het verbaast je dan ook vast niet als ik je vertel dat ze model is. Geen super model, maar het is genoeg om ervan rond te komen. Ze is opgegroeid met haar moeder in Nederland, maar woont sinds een aantal jaar op zichzelf in Duitsland. Leipzig, om precies te zijn. Ze is al zolang ze zich kan herinneren fan van een band die hier is opgegroeid: Tokio Hotel. Dat punt heeft ook meegeholpen in de beslissing om hier te gaan wonen. Ze hoopt hierdoor een kijkje te kunnen nemen in het leven van haar idolen. Live every second is haar levensmotto. Maar wat als ze meer dan alleen een kijkje kan nemen in het leven van Tokio Hotel? Helpt haar levensmotto hierbij? Of werkt dit haar juist tegen?

"Die jongens zijn vreselijk! Ik snap niet dat ik ze ooit leuk heb gevonden. Gadver." Dat is de eerste reactie die Eilyn had na het laatste concert van haar eens-favoriete band: Tokio Hotel. Woede, verdriet en schaamte. Ze wist niet dat ze die drie dingen tegelijkertijd zo makkelijk kon voelen. Ze vindt ze belachelijk en hoopt er nooit meer iets van mee te krijgen.

Stoned en lichtelijk dronken sla ik nog een paar snaren aan op mijn gitaar. Mijn lange, zwarte haren vallen achter mijn oren vandaan, waarna ik ze zorgvuldig weer terug stop om mijn gezicht te bevrijden. De eerste regendruppels voel ik op mijn hoofd landen. Ik kijk op, zodat de regen recht in mijn gezicht valt. Ik pak mijn spullen: mijn gitaar, sigaretten en natuurlijk mijn fles wijn die inmiddels al half leeg is. Vervolgens loop ik door de schemering naar huis. Ik loop dezelfde route als altijd, om één simpele reden: mijn dealer is hier ook rond dezelfde tijd.

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