Secrets do not stay hidden for long. Have you ever had a secret that you would do anything to keep from your own family? Coming home from being at boarding school for an entire year is something Eva has dreamed about since her Dad sent her away; she missed her older brothers and none of them seemed to have changed much, but she has. Eva Thorn does not trust Saxon Redford, in fact she thinks he is the devil in disguise, but he might have all the answers she is looking for. However, he wants something from her that she might not be capable of giving and everything turns into a giant game of who can come out on top. Eva is immature and annoying at times, Saxon is demanding and rude all the time – who will win, but remember they aren’t the only ones hiding secrets.

This is my first ever fanfic. It's just a basic fanfic, nothing too special, to celebrate Malcolm in the Middle being around for 20 years! I chose Francis since I really didn't see any fanfics of him x reader. There may be cursing, but most likely no smut, only fluff 🙂 There may be some sensitive topics in this story, but I will have warnings at the beginning of the chapter if I add anything like that. Thank you guys for over 200 reads!! (ㆁωㆁ)

Abigail Morgan is the nearing thirteen year old daughter of Dexter Morgan.

Daisy Claire Williams has everything money can buy-designer clothes, a Bell Air mansion, a perfect façade. What she doesn't have is freedom. When she runs from her toxic family, she collides with Jacob Reid: a dangerous, tattooed ex-soldier turned underground cage fighter. He's scarred, ruthless, and everything she was raised to fear-yet the only one who makes her feel alive. He swore he doesn't rescue rich girls. She swore she'd never fall for a criminal. But in the shadows of Los Angeles, between whispered secrets and stolen touches, Daisy discovers that danger has its own kind of beauty... and love can be the deadliest risk of all. 🔗 Follow for sneak peeks & visuals: Instagram ➤ @plotweaverdm

You are a new addition to Task Force 141. You've been trained since you were quite little because of your troubled background. An abusive father and a non-existing mother didn't help a bunch in raising you without mental problems. So, when you turned 16, you took a special course to be able to move away from your father and at the very young age of 18, you officially joined the Task Force. !Please mind that my first language isn't english and I'm writing this without a translator. Hope you'll like it¡ 🏅Top 3 in #callofduty out of 1,98k stories, 2025.05.18.

REWRITING |||| ARABELLA BURNS, a girl known to be ruthless and bitchy, a girl also best known as an incredible driver and Ronnie's younger sister. with both of their parents gone, it's his job to protect her - especially warning her of nick leister. that was, until he got sent to prison. a reckless, drunken mistake leads arabella to hate nick leister's guts, even though he's trying to help her. but of course, it's forbidden. her brother told her that and he couldn't possibly be wrong, could he? nick leister x fem!oc my fault london fanfic similar plot line, few changes

When Valerie Brooks moves to London to live with her cousin Noah and her aunt, she expects a fresh start - not trouble. But trouble finds her anyway. And his name is Nick Leister. He's arrogant, reckless, and completely off-limits. But from the moment they meet, the tension between them is undeniable. In a house full of rules and a city full of secrets, Valerie is about to learn that some lines aren't just meant to be crossed-they're meant to be shattered.

𝐋𝐁⠀╱⠀❛ They say home is where the heart is, but god I love the English ❜ Alexandra Sinclaire. She wasn't supposed to return to London. Not like this. But two years after disappearing from the ruins of a love too wild to survive, she's back-fiercer, sharper, and untouchably powerful. Once just a girl in love, Alexandra is now a global name, a fashion empire built on reinvention and heartbreak. The city that once broke her doesn't deserve the woman she's become-but it's about to meet her anyway. And so is Nicholas Leister. They were inseparable once, Alexandra and Nick. Fire meeting gasoline-reckless, consuming, fated to end in ash. When betrayal cut through them, Alexandra didn't just leave. She vanished. No goodbye. No closure. Just silence. Now, London's elite gather under the crystal chandeliers of the Leister Gala. And when Alexandra walks in-draped in scarlet and vengeance-every eye turns. She's the headline. The myth. The woman who became a legend. Nick watches her like he's seen a ghost. Because to him, she is. But ghosts don't stay dead. And this time, Alexandra isn't here to forgive. She's here to finish what they started.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~