Audrey Danler had one rule: never mix alcohol with weddings. But one night, too many drinks, and one too-handsome groomsman later, she wakes up in Vren Parkinson's hotel room-naked, mortified, and full of regret. It was supposed to be a one-time mistake. A bad decision no one would ever talk about again. Then she finds out she's pregnant. And suddenly, that one mistake isn't so easy to forget-especially when the man she barely knows is about to become the father of her child.

The rivalry between high schools is fierce. But the rivalry between Baylor High School and Brentwood High School was fiercer. When people come to these schools, they learn two very important things quickly. 1. Every competition between these schools matters. If you lose, you are shamed. 2. Absolutely NO contact with anyone from the other school Alexa Baker had to live and die by these rules because her brother Seth promised that if she didn't, he would make the rest of her junior and senior year hell even when he was at college. He was the reigning senior state quarterback. He couldn't have his little sister of all people break these rules. So even with all of her curiosity towards the mysterious people of Brentwood High School, she stayed away and stuck with her friend group. Until a run in with a mysterious stranger at a sold out movie makes her rethink everything she thought she wanted. A conversation she overhead drags her into a secret bigger than the rivalry that shaped her childhood. And Homecoming...well, Alexa's life would never truly be the same. For good or for bad. ***Completed August 22, 2018***

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

❝ how many more jobs... how long will it take... i don't know if i can do it. even if i could forgive myself, this is what I am now. and you'll never know who i was before. my past is my own. ❞ - n.r. COVERS CAPTAIN AMERICA : CIVIL WAR & BLACK WIDOW BOOK 2 in PLAN B trilogy BOOK 6 in LEGACY series ( COPYRIGHT! - aka - DO NOT STEAL! ) illisius Ⓒ 2018 & , marvel

-@𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐘 ᵗʸˡᵉʳ ᵍᵃˡᵖⁱⁿ '𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙚𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙮.' -in which someone that goes by the username @eclipselasy finds tyler on an anonymous account, becoming his biggest comfort in life, all while not knowing he's talking to a freak from the school his father hates the most. (...tylerxfem!oc) (...wednesday s1)

in which charlie weasley writes down all his confessions. _________ ©2020 Willow 𝔠 𝔬 𝔪 𝔭 𝔩 𝔢 𝔱 𝔢 | ✓

'¿Cómo puedes ser más tonto, Wood? ¿Cuánto aire hay en tu cabeza?' _______________ ©2019 Willow 【 ｃ ｏ ｍ ｐ ｌ ｅ ｔ ａ | ✔ 】 【ｂ ｏ ｏ ｋ ｏ ｎ ｅ ｏ ｆ ｏ ｎ ｅ】 【La historia seguirá repitiéndose hasta que alguien cuente la historia real y pensar que todo empezó con una chica muerta】 original by: @Willowisaunicorn traducción by: @dramiioone TRADUCCIÓN PERMITIDA