Amara Moretti returns to her brothers eleven years later-damaged, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects. As buried truths begin to surface, alliances are tested and blood ties blur. In a world where loyalty is survival and secrets can kill, Amara must decide: trust the family she barely remembers-or expose the darkness hidden under their watch.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ─────୨ৎ───── 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 feels invisible. As the daughter of the Royal Academy's football coach, everyone assumes they know her, but no one truly does. Beneath her fake exterior lies a girl drowning in secrets, desperate for someone to see past the facade. Then 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐍 '𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄' 𝐎'𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐑 the academy's new star footballer, steps into her life and starts to notice the cracks in her armour. Connie has his own struggles. With a father who's relentlessly pushing him to become a football star, he's constantly fighting to meet expectations he isn't sure he can fulfill. The last thing he expects and needs is to find himself distracted and drawn to a certain curly haired blonde. ─────୨ৎ───── When I park in front of her house, I speak up before she can say goodbye. "I know you're going through something." The words come out rougher than I intend. "You try to hide it, but I see right through you, Carmen Castro." "Aaron..." Her eyes drop to her hands, her fingers twisting together. "You don't have to tell me anything. But I need you to know that I'm here for you. Whenever you need me. Okay? You can text me, call me, whatever. I'll drop everything." Her eyes flicker up to meet mine. She looks... scared. Not of me. But of something else. "Please?" I add, my voice breaking. I was never one to beg but ever since meeting Carmen, I've been a fucking beggar. She swallows hard and nods her head slowly. "Okay." Then, gives me a weak smile before slipping out of the car. [ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ] #1 mental health #1 addiction #1 awareness #1 academy #1 teen love #1 drugs #1 football #1 sad #1 rehab #2 healing #3 sportsromance

Sandra was the only girl in a Glade filled with fifty boys, and she was also the only sister to a certain Runner. There were no other siblings in the Glade, already making the pair unique. But what happens when a Greenie comes up The Box with a series of unfortunate events following his arrival? Do they get answers with his arrival? Or does Sandra get shocking new emotions? Thomas x Fem OC! Slow burn. Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, plot, or word-building. All this is the product of James Dashner. (I only own Sandra and Carlos, along with their back story) #1 - thomas [09/04/2024] #1 - sandra [20/04/2024] #1 - dylanobrien [5/05/2024] #1 - mazerunnerfanfiction [14/05/2024] #1 - thomasmazerunner #1 - mazerunnerfanfic #1 - chuck

Fourteen year old twins Maeve and Myles Petrov live an ordinary life with foster parents in a small city in Russia. While the foster parents aren't abusive or horrid, they also don't love Maeve and Myles like parents should but they don't mind as they have each-other, a roof over their heads and food in their bellies. Meanwhile a few hours away live another set of twins, Lev and Luka Ivanov, also fourteen, with loving parents, brothers and grandparents Neither set of twins or any member of the family suspect that these twins were switched at birth and that Lev and Luka have Maeve and Myles's place until Lev got an injury where he needed a blood transfusion from his parents and a blood test showed no biological relation to the Ivanov's.

Estelle Hawthorne was never part of the game. She's seven years old. She likes ballet, vanilla cupcakes, and glitter (sorry, Grayson). Being the youngest-and the only girl-in a house full of Hawthorne boys means: someone is always carrying her someone is always panicking about her safety someone is always deeply regretting what they just said out loud This isn't a story about solving riddles or winning fortunes. It's a story about a tiny girl being loved loudly, protected fiercely, and accidentally causing absolute chaos simply by existing. Seven years old. Four brothers. Zero survival instincts. Welcome to Hawthorne House.