Xolani and Two have been inseparable since they first met in elementary school. Years of sleepovers, inside jokes, and unspoken glances shaped a bond neither of them dared to mess with. But as adult life pulls them into new versions of themselves, Xolani stars to realize it's getting harder to pretend her feelings are just platonic. What she doesn't know is that Two has been doing the same thing- burying his feelings, afraid to risk what they've built. Until one night, when he finally lets it slip. "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨... 𝘐'𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘟𝘰." Now, with everything out in the open, they have to decide: do they stay in the safety of what they've always been, or step into the love they've always felt?

"I never asked you for anything but to say that you were only hanging with me because you owed a debt to me is crazy... you wasn't saying that when I was riding your face." -Eliora "Why must you always walk around with such a chip on your shoulder? Like everything is such a fucking chore for you, even me?"-Jaimir "I wish I never helped you that night..." "Well I wish I never met you."

Javier Solis knows how to leave a mark, both on skin and on the heart. The oldest of six, he grew up surrounded by love, laughter, and art, and now he pours all of himself into the tattoo shop he owns. Navy Jones has spent her life holding everyone else together. The middle child of a big family, dependable and quiet, she became a teacher not just to guide children, but to give the care she's always given others, even when no one gave it back. On New Year's Eve, Navy walks into Javier's shop for her first tattoo: a lotus placed close to her heart. One night, one tattoo, one choice, and suddenly two lives collide in ways neither expected.

"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

Book #2 of the 'Charming' Series In a world that harbors secrets, love is the ultimate deception. Amid the opulence of Boston City, Zola, a sheltered heiress, thought she had life all figured out... until her carefully formulated plans came crashing down, that is. The high-spirited young woman is suddenly left in need of a husband and most importantly; the green card that comes with him. Enter Javi - inmate 23309 at Souza-Baranowski Correctional Centre, yearning for a fresh start and more importantly; willing to put a ring on it to achieve it. It doesn't take long before they're in too deep, finding themselves drawn together in a dangerous game of chance and raw desire that will change their lives forever. When honesty comes at a price, deception becomes a beloved tool. But in the end, even lies can only hide truths for so long.

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[ ONGOING ] a toxic and traumatic love story that follows the lives of 4 best friends. *read at your own risk* "it's always been princesa..." (author's note: the longer you stay in a place of suffering, the more you will suffer till you're strong enough to leave. love is stronger than you think.) ---- TW: mention of domestic violence, sexual themes, coarse language and violence. **** had a lot of spare time on my hands so here's another spooky diaz fanfic. i don't own the original cast members of OMB, just Paloma Turner and some extras. some scenes from the show have been altered, some have been kept and a bunch of new ones have been added. again, please don't copy and paste! my shii ain't even that good lol i just be bored.

1723 I sat at my desk with my arms crossed, it was a late night working but I was interrupted by Amalia, she was angry. No doubt about something I did but I wasn't listening to a word she said, I focused on what was almost see-through white nightgown she was wearing. "I hate you" "Really?" I said adjusting myself in my seat before getting up and walking around my desk to her. I leaned against it and grabbed her waist, forcefully pulling her to. Being rough on purpose She let out a little gasp and placed her hands on my biceps to brace herself. While keeping my hands on her waist I slowly started to lift her long gown. "Because I don't think you're angry at me" I slowly moved my leg so that it was now placed in between hers. I heard her breathing become more labored, I pulled closer to me, her heat now flush with my thigh. She let out a little gasp again. "I think you're frustrated" I whispered in her ear, I slowly started to rock her hips back a forth, and she gripped onto my biceps "Let me fix that" ⚠️ THIS STORY IS HISTORICALLY INSPIRED NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE ⚠️

Daniela O'Brien. Dani is the girl you would say has absolutely no luck going for her at all. Two dead parents, an estranged sister and an abusive, controlling boyfriend who's keeping one hell of a secret from her. At 21 years old she unknowingly finds herself thrown into the darkest life of them all - The Mob. Carson Agnello. The guy you would say, on the surface, has all the luck going for him. At 25 years old, he's the leader of the most powerful Italian mafia in America. He's busy fighting off the Irish Mob who are neighbouring him in New York. They're on opposite sides of the battle, he knows of her but she has no clue who he is, until one event intertwines their two lives together. They suddenly rely just on each other, they need each other. They're all each other has. ✨ "I felt sorry for you, when I saw you. I wanted to help you because you were being attacked by these men. But now, I'm starting to think that maybe you deserve it. Maybe...maybe you're just as bad as they are." He held my stare as I spoke and when I finished, he let out a humourless laugh, also standing up to his feet. I watched him carefully as he crossed the room coming towards me, giving me the same cold glare as before. He stopped right in front of me, close enough for me to smell the strong scent of his aftershave, before he leaned down a little bringing his face closer to mine. His next words came out barely above a whisper but were still powerful enough to cause my breath to catch in my throat. "Maybe I am just bad as them...or maybe I'm worse baby girl." ⚠️ Warning - this book contains explicit mentions and descriptions of abuse, rape, mental health issues and suicide. Read with caution please. ⚠️ Completed - 26.05.21

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }