Tessa was put into an orphanages at the age of six when her mum passed away and no one knew her dad so she has grow up there. It's been eleven years and she is now seventeen and is going into college although she has a few shocks though the way and finally finds out who her father is, but will she be happy with him, or is he not going to want to know her. Ps. There will be love interests along the way. Well all the way..... Hessa fanfics #3 Hessa #20 annatodd #27 special

It was impossible to believe that Sheldon had a girlfriend and the rest of them were hopelessly single, but the genius's didnt know it all. 📚 "You dont have to be a know it all Sheldon." 📖 most characters belong to TTB any mature content is between consenting fictional characters.

Addison Marie Cooper is the oldest Cooper kid at 16. Being the oldest, she does her best to help her parents with her younger siblings and stay out of trouble.

What if Sheldon and Missy were triplets? Meet Victoria Cooper

An Indian family story. The Singhania family is the most prestigious family in the country. Together, they seemed to be invincible. Years ago, the family lost their youngest child and only daughter. Ever since then, it seemed like the family has been falling apart. Behind the facade of perfection, they hid their despairs. And then it was him, the one who made her his whole world. She was the light in his broken world ever since the day he saw the eyes identical to his. What will happen when years later, he gets to see the same eyes staring back at him. Will he be able to protect her this time? (Under constructions, might not make sense and feel cringe.) Constructive advices are welcome. . . . Join the journey to know more. A/N This is not a love story. Beware⚠️! Cover: @lavendayz

I was taken from my father when I was five years old. He was told I was dead. For thirteen years, I believed the same. Until one night, everything changed. A stranger with a familiar mark. A name I never forgot. A truth I was never supposed to know. My father is alive. And now... I'm going home. But the Russo name doesn't just mean family. It means power. Loyalty. Blood. And the truth waiting for me in Italy? It could destroy everything.

Enisha , a 3 year old who never saw the light of the sun ; never felt loved and never understood the meaning of family just because of someone's hatred towards her father .A girl who never saw her father or mother yet still craved their affection. what would happen when she runs away from her abuser and finally meets the family who thought she was dead. Would she be able to get over her past easily? or would it haunt her and stop her from seeing her family's love for her ?

#top 4 on 21.08.26 #top 5 on 22.08.26 Seventeen-year-old Siya has known nothing but hardship. After losing her mother, her world shatters further when her own father sells her to a ruthless loan shark to settle his debts. Chained to a dark fate, Siya makes a desperate escape in the dead of night. But destiny takes a cruel turn-she collides with a luxury car speeding down the road. Behind the wheel is ekansh Rathore, the enigmatic heir of the powerful Rathore empire-a mafia lord feared by enemies, worshipped by allies. Hardened by bloodshed and betrayal, ekansh and his five brothers have long buried their hearts, ever since the tragic day they lost their mother and infant sister in a brutal attack. But when ekansh Singh Rathore carries the injured girl into his mansion, none of them realize the storm about to unravel. The fragile, terrified girl they saved is none other than the lost Rathore princess-their baby sister, ripped from them years ago, now standing before them as a broken yet unyielding soul. Torn between disbelief, guilt, and hope, the Rathore brothers must face the truth: fate has returned their sister in the most unexpected way. Yet reclaiming her is not easy-Siya carries wounds deeper than scars, enemies from her past, and secrets that could burn everything to ash. Please read few chapters first 🥹🎀🎀

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin