Our love goes beyond any scars. Sequel to 'Beyond The Scars' Impressive Rankings #2 realisticfiction #16 urbanfiction #7 urbanromance #5 sequel #2 drugs #1 secondbook #226 lovestory #127 youngadult #111 atlanta #290 bmbw

"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗠𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗙𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴?" *𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭! 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮.*

An edit of Madi and Ray goes viral and the whole house won't let it go. They play it off like it's nothing, but between the jokes, the stares, and the slow-mo clips, it's getting hard to act normal.

Ray moved from Taiwan to Atlanta expecting streaming to be temporary. Then Clover House happened. Now every moment of his life gets clipped, edited, shipped, reposted, and turned into drama before he can even process it himself. Especially when it comes to Madi. Between chaotic livestreams, friendships that blur lines, old ships resurfacing, jealous fans, accidental moments caught on camera, and a house full of people who swear they know them better than they know themselves, Ray starts realizing being viral is way easier than being honest. And after one accidental kiss sends the internet into a meltdown? Yeah. Things get worse.

After Ray unexpectedly confesses during a late-night drive, he and Madi fall into a relationship and later keep it a secret. But as their friends grow suspicious and Madi's religious family looms in the background, they must ask themselves whether what they share can survive the pressure. READ. THE. TAGGGGSSS!!!! FYI this story takes a different route than the typical streaming plot. I had LOTS of fun making this and didn't expect it to blow up soo..... φ(*￣0￣) yeah, consequenses of my own actions😔 This wasnt supposed to be serious at first so read at ur own risk 🥀Mind your comments thankya🤞 (I'll probably delete ts later) ALL COPY RIGHT CLAIMS !!! ONLY FICTION !!! NOT TRYING TO HARM ANYONE IN THIS FIC!!!

Like two binary neutron stars, Madi and Ray are trapped in an orbit that can only end one way. What starts as jokes and irony becomes gravity. The closer they get, the harder it is to tell where the bit ends and something real begins. The collision is inevitable. The only question is what survives it. PS. Here's a cheesy playlist that i recommend listening to when reading the story :)! https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnmsv-43BdOMgYWw8iVrMqP31zicMEw_Y&si=td69DjTgoZqAvqnc

One house. One challenge marathon. Two streamers a day, no rules, just content. It's supposed to be just another stream. Madi's not worried about the content, but he's worried about messing it up. Ray isn't. He's never worried. And for some reason... that's enough (until it isn't) Somewhere between the chaos, the quiet moments, and the way things only ever seem to make sense when it's just the two of them, something starts to shift. Madi doesn't think too hard about it. He just knows as long as Ray's there, he'll be fine. THIS IS ALL PURELY FICITION!

This is complete fanfiction I'm not writing this to harm anyone (ray, Madi, ect) this is a joke and just for entertainment. "Don't use a soft tongue when you speak of love" Socials: Ilyyyraydiii on TikTok Thickndnerdy on ig

They were never supposed to be anything more than content. Ray and Madi built their audience on late-night streams, chaotic energy, and jokes that blurred the line between friendship and something more. The chat loved it. The clips went viral. And everything was always "just for the stream." Until it wasn't... When feelings start slipping through the cracks and a new streamer enters the picture, the line between real and fake begins to disappear. And suddenly, the biggest question isn't what the chat thinks- ...it's what they mean to each other when the cameras are off. ALL COPY RIGHT CLAIMS !!! ONLY FICTION !!! NOT TRYING TO HARM ANYONE IN THIS BOOK !!! (Discontinued)

The Clover House plays seven minutes in heaven and Ray is scared it might land on a particular someone. Disclaimer: The characters in this story are real but nothing in this story is real. It's all lighthearted fun writing. It's not a developed story either, just wrote what I felt like writing.