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Alone Together (Bittersweet Series #1) by avanscript
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I'm Ivanka Mondejar-though most days, I feel like a name the world forgot. I was abandoned as a child and grew up believing I was meant to face the world alone. I was taken in at thirteen by a family who had little in life and love doesn't always speak the loudest in a house full of wounds. So I learned to live alone, even in a house full of people. Until he came into my life again-unannounced, unexpected, and completely different from the world I knew. Where my life was filled with doubt, his was full of certainty. Where I saw endings, he saw beginnings. And somehow, the man who was nothing like me became the one person who understood what it meant to feel alone. Maybe that's the strange thing about life. Sometimes, the loneliest hearts don't find someone who fixes them- they find someone who simply stays. Because even the most broken souls can discover what it means to be alone, together.
Why Don't We? (Vrais Amis Series #1) by avanscript
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Navillana Nuevas never believed that promises last forever- especially not after he broke every single one they made together. Five years ago, she left everything behind: the man she loved, the pain he caused, and the pieces of herself she could no longer recognize. Now she's back home- not to start over, but to finally say goodbye. To the memories that haunt her, to the love that once defined her, and to the ghost of the boy who still lingers in every raindrop. But when fate leads her once more to the man she swore she'd forgotten, old wounds begin to reopen. The same eyes, the same voice, the same storm that wrecked her once-now standing before her again. Between pain and forgiveness, past and present, Navillana must decide whether love deserves another chance... or if some promises are better left broken. Because in the end, maybe it's not about going back to what was lost- but learning to forgive, to let go, and to ask one last time, "Why don't we?"
Wanna Be Yours (Campus Series #1) by avanscript
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Primrose Laforteza never thought her last summer before college would change everything. Between brewing coffees and scribbling her dreams into a worn-out diary, all she wanted was a quiet season-one last taste of simplicity before stepping into the real world. But fate had other plans. When a stranger with ocean-blue eyes and a name she can't forget-drifts into her peaceful shore, Primrose's world tilts. What starts as an unexpected encounter becomes something deeper, something that feels like the pull of the tide-gentle yet impossible to resist. He's everything she's not-confident, foreign, untouchable. Yet somehow, every glance, every word, starts to feel like a promise. And in between laughter, secrets, and sunsets that never seem to end, Primrose begins to wonder if maybe... this summer isn't just about finding herself. Maybe, it's about finding the one person she never knew she'd write about- the one she'll always say, "I just wanna be yours."
Writings on the Wall (Casa Orilla Series 1) by avanscript
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Nariah Ferrer thought she'd left everything behind-the heartbreak, the lies, and the man who turned her world into ashes. But coming home was never part of the plan... until fate led her back to where it all ended. And there he was. The very person she tried to forget, the memory she buried with every tear. The man who once promised forever, then walked away without looking back. But this time, something feels different. The way he looks at her, the things he says- or doesn't say. It's as if the past is written all over again, not in words, but in the silence between them. Because some stories don't end where you think they do. Some confessions are never spoken- just written in the cracks of memory, in the things left unsaid. And sometimes, love doesn't fade... it just hides- in the writings on the wall.