𝐆𝐈𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎, a young girl who's never known stability. Raised by a reckless, unstable mother, she spent her childhood caught between drug runs and police raids, ruining her right for a normal childhood. One night when her mother goes missing, Giulia's whole life changes... again. Will being under the guardianship of her new older brothers give her a chance at normalcy in her life or will they cause even more mess than before? Healing isn't easy and trust doesn't come free. ☆ ☆ ☆ As I lied there in the hospital bed with a pounding headache, practically suffocating me while barely conscious, I heard that familiar, raspy, deep, sleep deprived voice that I've recently come to find comfort in. "Nessuno oserà toccarti di nuovo senza perdere le mani, amore," they whispered. (No one will dare touch you again without losing their hands, love.) I felt two hands hold my face with a soft kiss on my forehead. Their rough and large hands a contrast to their gentleness. The comforter over me shuffled as the familiar person brought them up to my chin and tucked me in. "Riposati ora sei al sicuro, bambina," they murmured, stroking my hair. Before I knew it, simply the presence of them reassured me as I felt myself drift off again into a deep sleep. (Rest now, you're safe, baby). ☆ ☆ ☆ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 (noun): a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

"𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈...?" Alec Dempsey x Casey Lordan BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC Casey Lordan has known who she was from a very young age. Outgoing and feisty, loud and expressive. But on the inside, she's broken and scared, covering it up with things people want to see. Doing things she shouldn't be doing, as long as people keep egging her on and she keeps getting attention. Alec Dempsey has been in love with Casey Lordan since junior infants. He's always been flirtatious and quieter, but he's still too scared to do anything about his feelings for Casey because of his own past. CONTAINS THEMES OF: self harm, suicide, rape/sexual assault, drinking, drugs. xx

"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want." He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass." "Aw. You're too kind." ──────────── Valentina Laskaris never expected much from her life, mainly filled with distracting herself and her brother from their chaotic home. But when an unfair court judgement and accidental misplacement lands her a room in the male dorm of the River Valley Boarding School, Valentina's life takes a dramatic turn. Especially when her roommate is none other than the notorious playboy, Luca Azevedo.

Ivy Morris looks perfect from the outside. A straight-A student. A dedicated ballet and competition dancer. Quiet, composed, untouchable. But perfection is just a performance. After her mother's death, Ivy's home becomes something she survives instead of returns to. With a controlling, abusive and alcoholic father she hides behind practiced smiles, Ivy learns how to stay silent. The only person who truly sees her is her older brother, Lucas. Then there's Bennett. Soccer player. Sharp tongue. Constant irritation. They're enemies by circumstance, by misunderstanding - until they aren't. At sixteen, both carrying more than they let on, Ivy and Bennett are forced closer than either of them wants. And somewhere between late nights, broken walls, and quiet confessions, enemies begin to soften. Because sometimes the people who seem the strongest are the most fragile - and sometimes love starts where you least expect it.

Zoe Adam was a master at pretending. At eighteen, she'd perfected the art of silence, smiling when expected, nodding at the right moments, keeping her secrets tucked away in her heart. It was safer that way. With three siblings, a chaotic dysfunctional Latin household, and parents who wore kindness like a mask, Zoe learned early that love could sting just as easily as it could soothe. Her mother could call her mi vida in one breath, then leave bruises seen and unseen in the next. Her father? He floated in and out, too wrapped in his own storms to notice the ones he left behind. None knew anything. her sisters who witnessed everything but didn't say anything, had their own shields. Not her brother, who tried to be the hero but never saw what needed saving. Zoe kept everything locked inside her feelings, her loneliness, her hunger, her ache, her need until even she forgot what it felt like to be full. Then came Hayden Reid. Nineteen, half-Italian and Puerto Rican, . He moved to London that summer, taking the flat right next door. To most, he was just the new guy with the sharp jaw, quiet hazel eyes, and that permanent don't-get-too-close look. But to Zoe, he was more than that. He was her brother's best friend. The boy who used to tease her when they were kids visiting Italy. The one who disappeared after his parents split and reappeared years later with more muscle, and a haunted look she couldn't stop staring at. Hayden had his own shadows. His past was littered with broken things promises, people, places he no longer called home. Coming back to London was supposed to be a reset, not a reunion. But fate had other plans for him. Now, he lives just a few steps from Zoe's window. Too close to ignore, too far to touch. And despite the years, the distance, and the damage they see each other in a way no one else does. Two hearts with locked doors. Two people who never meant to collide again.

* I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE DESCRIPTIONS BUT I PROMISE IT'S A CUTE BROTHER-SISTER STORY WITH ROMANCE (NOT WITH THE FAMILY, EW) AND A HAPPY ENDING *

At Glenwood, rugby is king, and the boys' team is untouchable. When the girls accidentally crash a team practice one afternoon, a chain of friendships, rivalries, and romances begins that none of them saw coming. Soon, weekends are filled with matches, late-night study sessions, car rides with music blaring, whispered confessions, and the unshakable feeling that they're living through the best and most complicated year of their lives. This is all about my best friends because they told me to read Boyd of tommen and I thought why not make my own. So sit back relax and real along of the adventure of a lifetime.

Lottie and Rowan's story: "You count to four." I state after a moment of silence. "I count to four and my safe number is three. You have turned everything upside down. Three, six, nine... Was what I used to think in. I used to check the door, the oven, the lights. But nine is not a multiple of four, it fucked me up." "Rowan I knew. I knew you were counting to four. You had four marks. You did the four fingers. You would kiss me in fours. But it is still not my fault." "I never said it was."

A global pandemic has seen so many people separated from love ones, families spread, torn, missing each other. Yet, in this separation, in this darkness that is the world, her light keeps shinning. It always did. The only difference is that it's lighting up my phone screen this time instead. Can two souls find each other again after so much time? Can the distance actually bring them closer together? Or has just too much happened, too much history, too much time, heartbreak, pain. Is there a need to reopen old wounds? Is it worth it? To cross that distance, to find her light again?