Danielle Harrison knows when a child is asking for help, even when they do it quietly. So when eight-year-old Willa Hayes starts shutting down in class, writing stories about leaving, and finally gets into a fight that forces the school's hand, Danielle expects a difficult meeting with another checked-out adult. She does not expect Elliot Calloway. Thirty-four, sharp-suited, and impossible to ignore, Elliot is Willa's wealthy uncle and legal guardian, a corporate attorney who stepped in without hesitation when nobody else would. He gives Willa everything money can buy. Danielle sees immediately what's still missing. They clash from the start. Danielle thinks he's emotionally absent. Elliot thinks she's beautiful, correct, and entirely too involved. But as Willa's hurt deepens and the lines between school meetings and late-night conversations begin to blur, Danielle and Elliot find themselves pulled into something far more dangerous than attraction. Because for Willa, love has always meant somebody eventually leaves. And for the first time, Danielle and Elliot are going to have to decide whether they're brave enough to stay.

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

Quiet girls don't get the basketball star. At least that's what she's convinced herself. Everyone at Duke knows her - the volleyball sophomore with nice curls, a perfect Instagram, and millions of followers who somehow still feel invisible. Pretty, polished, impossible to truly know. Then there's Cade Mercer. Duke basketball royalty. Future NBA star. Campus obsession. The kind of guy girls fall for instantly. And somehow? He keeps choosing her. Not the loud girls. Not the girls who seem perfectly confident. Her - the quiet girl who overthinks everything and refuses to believe a guy like him could actually mean it.

𝑶𝒘𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 "𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚" 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒆.

🚨 WARNING graphic gore and death content!!!! Pierce Blackwell is very good at his job. He has to be. Or else he's dead. When a new contract lands in his hands he accepts it without question. Like he always does. What he doesn't expect is to be brought back to her. Simone Beaumont has spent her whole life taking what she wants and destroying what she can't have. Marriages, men, opportunities. None of it has ever been enough. Nothing has ever been right. She has been waiting for something. For someone. When the past comes back to collect what was never properly settled, both of them will discover that the most dangerous games are the ones we set in motion ourselves.

"I didn't even realize I had been staring until I saw her staring back at me like she was pissed. I quickly looked away and decided to focus on my food. Imani was in her own world but I can tell that she knows something is up between Sage and I. Sage feels like a mystery to me. She has to be hiding something. And I can't wait to figure it." ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ I was tired of seeing barely any poc mc and even if they are poc they are super ghetto soo that is why i wrote this story ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ This is my first story-just for fun-im accepting all feedback :) Also sorry for spelling curse words like "f-ck" This was a while ago and I thought wattpad would ban me or sum and I didn't feel like going bs k and changing it ♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡ #1 in hippy-06/25/21 #3 in sirakante-06/29/21 #14 in nyc-08/19/21 started: june 23 2021 finished: feb 18 2022

Prince Heath and Alyssa Dorsey had been hating each other since the beginning of their freshman year. They had no idea that their lives were about to change when the royal's matchmaker matched them. --------- "No way. I'm not marrying him." "You're marched." "Mom, I hate him." "Are you sure?" Eighteen-year-old Alyssa Dorsey never expected her life to change overnight. Forced into an arranged marriage with the boy she loved to hate, she faced a reality far worse than the vows themselves. They were required to share a bedroom. The fights were tiring, but unavoidable. This was a royal arrangement, and the king and queen would never undo it. Still, when sparks began to fly where hatred once lived, Alyssa realized that making this marriage work wasn't a command. It was a choice she alone had to make. A story of finding a way through difficult times. Told in Alyssa's POV. |BWWM|Romance|

Some cool facts, research, and information on topics in psychology Hope you all enjoy!! *I TAKE NO CLAIMS IN THE WRITING OR STUDY OF POSTED TOPICS. I'm simply just sharing/informing by posting multiple sources into one concise thread* https://www.apa.org https://psychcentral.com https://www.mayoclinic.org

She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....