🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧, 𝙖 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕙, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕤-𝕒 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤. 𝕀𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝, 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝕀𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕, 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥; 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕦𝕚𝕝𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟, 𝕟𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡. 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺

after struggling immensely with her mental health through high school, Eleanor wills sees college as her fresh start with her best friend by her side - what could go wrong? Luke walker, destined for the NHL didn't do relationships but seeing his best friends brown doeyed sister again he begins to reconsider This book may be triggering to people in different ways.

Maisie never expected her quiet life as a schoolteacher to collide with Tucker's - a gruff firefighter carrying more scars than he lets show. But when a call for help brings them together, everything begins to change. On Tucker's peaceful farm, with wide skies and creaking porch swings, Maisie finds a kind of stillness she didn't know she needed. And Tucker, long used to solitude and silence, discovers what it means to be truly seen. Slowly, gently, they begin to untangle the pain in each other's pasts, drawn closer by shared glances, soft laughter, and the growing comfort of something like home. As love roots itself between them, unexpected turns reshape their world - bringing both challenge and grace in equal measure. Together, they learn that family can be something you build with your hands and heart. A moving, quiet love story about healing, trust, and the kind of life you choose - one moment, one morning, one person at a time.

Rhys and Myla are both from rich families, when they're forced into an arranged marriage. From trying to have a blended family, strict parents, crippling trauma. Will they make it through and fall in love on the way?

When Daisy finds herself in a mixed gender dorm that none of the teachers know about, she soon finds out that there is more to the people that live there that meets the eye. Ollie, her newly made friend. Jenna the delirious bitch. Dylan the sweet boy stained by Jenna's bad reputation. And James the mysterious hot guy. She gets caught up in going to parties with them, struggles with anxiety, her dark past and her mixed feelings about James, who is one minute flirty and hot and the next mean and dangerous. She could never fall for the the resident bad boy that lives with her , would she? I glance down at her peaceful face, brushing a stray stand of hair out of her face, while the movie's soft soundtrack fills the room. She looks so beautiful like this-calm, safe, trusting me completely. "What are you doing to me Dais?" I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. "I really like you...but have no idea how to tell you." She stirs slightly beneath me, but she doesn't wake up. I freeze for a second, wondering if she heard me, but when she settles back down, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. She didn't hear. Or at least, she won't remember.

he's never fallen, until he saw her.

AVERY MILER is 20 year old girl who lives in New York and attends NYU with her twin brother. Her twin and her have always been surrounded by the hockey world. Meaning her brother aiden is a hockey player. Aiden has lots of friends but he has one friend Avery can't stand. Ethan westley.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘞𝘖 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} The perfect picture of elegance. It's all Violet Amory's known - the foundation of the image she must preserve. For her, for them. Raised in a distinguished family and moulded to bear modest smiles and tender caresses, the grace she's renowned for is what she's come to accept. Stifling this innate need that nobody in her worlds seems to hold: for more. For thrill and the world beyond. Contained within the weight of reputation and hiding the hurt that lingers, the bruises she masks. Until him. The picture of wildness and impulse, with a devious grin she can't seem to stop herself from falling towards. And a heart all too enticing, Everest and Violet battling the world around them that ordains them to be apart. Misfits, in their own separate worlds. all my love <3