Maeve Wilson is a 21 year old single mom to her little 4 year old son Atlas. She got Atlas when she was only 17 and only got through it all with the help from her two best friends she met at college. Now that she is done with college Maeve and her best friends want to celebrate that and go to a club. What will happen when Maeve meets the sweet and charming bartender Nicholas Drakos? And what happens when she ends up pregnant again? Will the dad stay in the picture this time or will she have to do it alone again? Read more to finde out ... Started: December 24th 2021 Finished: August 23rd 2022 currently editing

Single mom of triplets, Maggie James, has been through more in the past three years than most parents go through in their entire lives. Jax Knightly, the guy who's been trying his best to get a fresh start in the city /of New York. What happens when these two people with completely different backgrounds meet? More importantly, what happens when her kids father comes back in the picture?

What would you do if you found a child in a dump site? Meet Myra a twenty-one-old who finds herself in that situation and she decides to take responsibility, and years later, this circumstance changed her life. But whose child is this? Will she give the child up? Read UNTOLD TRUTH to find out more.

Layla Campbell • four years after her boyfriend dies she's left to raise her three year old by herself. Her job allows her to provide everything necessary they may need, but she won't allow herself one thing: love, which goes against the promise she made. Lorenzo Romanoff • struggling with finding his reason to keep going and stop drinking. The day he meets his brothers lawyer and her little boy that changes. He finds his reason to resist temptation. ••• "I don't want you to leave me." His fingers stop brushing my hair when my confession leaves my lips. "I don't want to leave you, but I have to. I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry." I grip his hospital gown and let out my silent cries as my body shakes. His arms tightens around me trying to comfort me, he knows nothing can. He's dying, and nothing is going to stop that. ••• "I do that a lot, you can't fool me." He says in a softer tone. I clear my throat and look away, the way he's looking at me's making me feel like he can read me as clear as a book, "Do what?" He gets closer to me making my eyes flicker to him, "You don't have to pretend Layla." For some reason it feels though as if I should whisper, "Who said I was pretending?" "Your smile," he murmurs, his eyes drop to my lips making a frown settle on his face. "It's so beautiful when you smile," his finger runs along my bottom lip, "but this one? Darling, this one is fake."