At the heart of this union, you can call it fate, but it's really just two broken souls pretending to be whole. ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀Arranged To Be Loved / A Harry Potter Fan Fiction. © fawngroves

NOT EDITED YET Gracie Owen's a headstrong journalist major rooms with her childhood best friend JJ Anderson for junior year, little does she know she is also rooming with two other hockey players and one being Logan West the captain of MUNI's hockey team. Logan west a typical jock playboy never sticks to a girl, his rocky childhood doesn't help that either but with one look at Gracie, will she change his mind? What happens when between all the arguments they find friendship, but what if that friendship isn't enough for them? With obstacles in their way how are they going to survive junior year together. "Hi Gracie" "Hi Wessie" First book in the 'Winning Hearts' series BUT can be read as a standalone. 💘💘💘 #1 in hockey #1 in icehockey #1 in hockeyplayer #1 In offcampus #1 in roommates #2 in sports #8 in collegestories

He's her stalker. He's not creepy or anything. He's just a guy in love and afraid to shoot his shot. He's this big scary looking guy who looks like he bulldozers people, so he never gets a chance to let people see the real side of him. They make up their mind as soon as they see him. She loves being stalked. She knows her stalkers face, because let's face it, he's not a very good stalker. She's seen him around and think he's a huge cutie. But she's determined for him to make the first move. So as her teases get more Methodical, he'll have a harder time staying away. And let's be for real, if he wanted to hurt her, he couldn't even if he tried. -|- This might be a dark romance but the only thing dark about it is the fact that he stalks her Mature scenes. Don't read if your a little kid please 😭 let me not put this in your mind. This will be a short story.

I was the perfect wife for five years, but he never loved me. He only had eyes for her, his first love. So I decided to end our marriage and move out. But a week later, he showed up at my door. "Divorce?" He looked at me with red eyes. "Say that again."