Rosie Monroe didn't care about wealth-she wanted something real. Johnny Lawrence knew she was out of his league, but from the moment he saw her, he couldn't look away. In a world of opposites, their connection might be the one fight worth winning. ᴊᴏʜɴɴʏ ʟᴀᴡʀᴇɴᴄᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ I do not own any of these characters only Monroe family Hope you enjoy it:)

The Proters were something of a fairy tale family. They were kind and generous and everyone knew of them in Small hail. Until they meet the Shelby boys and Lillian Porter falls in love with a Shelby boy.

Cosima Blackshaw had buried a hundred men, but never one still breathing. When Thomas Shelby came to her with smoke in his voice and a plan stitched in sin, asking for a casket for a man not yet dead, she looked him in the eye and told him no. Death was not a game, and her work was not a stage. But fate has cruel hands, and in Small Heath, the line between the mortician and the gangster frayed too easily-so their paths crossed again, and again, like moths drawn to the same quiet flame.

Fractured Souls #3 She was raised in silence, named after a ghost, but when memory begins to bleed through the seams, can she survive the truth stitched into her name? All Rights Reserved | Plagiarism is a crime!

Beatrice Hayes was twelve years old when she was taken in by the Shelby family following her parents' tragic death. Now, six years later, she finds herself caught in a dangerous dance of forbidden desire with Thomas Shelby himself. She must choose between the safe future promised by a wealthy American suitor and the electric pull of the man who's been both protector and temptation. As war looms on the horizon and fate conspires to tear them apart, both Beatrice and Tommy will learn that first love leaves scars that even time cannot heal. When their paths cross again years later, they'll discover that some feelings survive even the darkest nights - but the people who emerge from the shadows of war are not the same ones who walked into them.

Another texting fanfiction bc they're popular and I know y'all want another

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕?

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐄𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝...𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. Born into a world of wealth, privilege, and expectations, there's Eira Thorsen, a talented ballerina with dreams of securing a place at one of the world's top dance companies. Her life is a carefully curated performance-perfect hair, impeccable posture, and her unspoken drive to succeed. Her passion is her poison and it is only a matter of time before it kills her and behind that polished and impeccably orchestrated veneer of hers, lies a yearning for something real, something unfiltered. "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐙𝐞𝐤𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝. Ezekiel Beckett is a different story. Smart with the side of an addiction. Smoking, the only way he knows how to cope, his home away from home, the only way he can deal with his life crumbling before his eyes. Ezekiel is the exact opposite of Eira, broke, struggling to make ends meet and look after his sister all whilst stuck in a constant spiral of a habit he couldn't seem to break or escape despite his wit shining through the haze of his addiction. His rough edges and turbulent life seem worlds away from Eira's poised existence but somehow, they make do. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬. Later... 𝐒𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨.