"You're so intoxicating." He whispers under his breath. "I am?" I tilt my head slightly. "Yes. So fucking intoxicating. I won't ever be able to get enough of you because you're like a drug that I'm addicted to." ♥︎ Everleigh, a sweet and innocent, bakery owner. She loves anything that has to do with baking. After the death of her parents, she's now in the care of her aunt and uncle. Ending a relationship with a bad ex, Everleigh never spared a single thought about love, not even what being with another man would be like. But, her opinions and thoughts soon change when she meets Killian Costa. ♥︎ Killian is the ceo of Costa Inc. He is closed off to everyone but has a soft spot for his family. He never thought of being with a woman until he meets her, a cute 5'2 blonde hair, bakery owner. ••••••••••••••••• 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑗𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 "𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒" . . Started: 1-9-22 Completed: 5-1-22 . . WARNING: violence, language, sexual assault, etc. . . (Previously known as 'Everleigh') . . Highest Rankings: |#1 in tattoos |#1 in everleigh |#1 in innocent |#1 in darling |#2 in kind |#1 in girlfriend |#9 in boyfriend |#3 in bakery |#4 in tattoo |#15 in angel |#18 in funny |#19 in humor |#5 in adorable |#52 in possessive |#24 in cute

"Everyone knew she was his." ~ Ava and Lucas have been best friends since Lucas saw Ava at the playground when she was 4 years old. She is innocent and shy where as Lucas is more intimidating to everyone other than Ava. Despite this, they do everything together. Where ever one went, the other followed. Never going more than a day without seeing each other, it's safe to say they were inseparable. Now at 16, Ava is forced to spend a year in public school after being homeschooled all her life. How is Lucas going to react with all the new people she is going to meet, especially being so possessive over Ava. However, even though they are best friends, Lucas is keeping a secret from Ava. A big one. Lucas is a werewolf. And Ava is his mate. ~ [SAMPLE - FULL VERSION AVAILABLE ON GOODNOVEL]

He looks at her like she's his world The light to his darkness, She looks at him like he could grow a field of flowers for her, And that's just what he did Together, they were 𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒 ~❀~ Eleanor was what people call an ordinary girl. On the outside, she's beautiful, happy, cheerful, outgoing, you name it. But on the inside she's hurting.... a lot. Her father abuses her on a daily for the simplest things. Her mother left at a young age and never returned. Eleanor always turns to nature and books to find an escape out of the cruel world. But it never lasts long. What happens when Eleanor is getting groceries for her father, and bumps into a tall, sexy man? ~❀~ He brings his lips to my ear and whispers, "You look so sexy in this bikini it's hard not to take you in front of everybody and have them watch as I pound that tight little pussy of yours." ~❀~ My first Wattpad story, so I'm sorry if it's bad . . WARNING: abuse, language, triggers, verbal abuse, violence, etc. . . Started: 12-21-21 Completed: 2-13-22 . . Highest rankings |#1 in coffee |#1 in boyxgirl |#1 in tattoos |#1 in abused |#1 in shy |#1 in girlfriend |#1 in anxiety |#1 in tattoo |#1 in sweetheart |#2 in nice |#2 in funny |#3 in sweet |#3 in lovestory |#12 in café |#12 in soulmate |#2 in leo |#6 in cute |#11 in agegap |#38 in possessive |#19 in humor |#5 in italian |#36 in love |#9 in youngadult

Evelyn Reyes is the girl with chronic anxiety. Her stomach knots, insomnia, pounding headache, her disastrous thoughts and anxiety attacks had made her into a pathetic excuse of whom she was before. But is having anxiety the end of the world? Mason Stewart doesn't think so. **** Evelyn is the new girl of Gateway High where she wants to finish her senior year without making herself vulnerable, keeping her anxiety and craziness a secret and without falling in love. That is a must. When she has Mason Stewart as her locker mate, the guy who has insanely blue eyes and loves to scowl at her, she thinks it will not be that hard to cope here. But after having a panic attack right in his arms, tables turn for Evelyn. Mason Stewart's scowls turn into dimply smiles, his rough voice turns sweet, and his strong arms become a shelter, his insane blue eyes become an ocean where Evelyn wants to drown. But when her anxiety disorder makes her believe everything comes with a price, Evelyn knows the price she has to pay. Completed. "I literally whizzed through the chapters. It's so perfect and amazing wow i just can't express how awesome it is. It's so captivating like I couldn't stop reading once I started. It's absolutely terrific man. I can't emphasize how perfectly written it is. Wow. This is hands down one of the best books I've ever read."- @GoFigure0 "This book has portrayed anxiety better than any of the book I have read including published books. I hope you keep writing" - @TheLast_Unicorn "WOW IT WAS SO GOOD YOU ARE WRITING GOD. I WOULD DIE FOR MASON AND EVELYN. " - @furbyspit "Girl you pulled at my heart strings. You have so much power over my emotions like damn! Honestly you are talented and I look forward to reading some more of your work."- @campers2004 Highest Ranking: #1 in Anxiety #1 in Youngadultreads #1 in Psychology #1 in Romcom #1 in Sarcasm #1 in Mentalhealth #1 in Stopmentalhealthstigma #1 in NewYork #1 in judgemental

Aidan Feely. One of the most mysterious lads I've ever come across. He's got this quiet, brooding energy, like he's always a step removed from the chaos around him. Tall and lean, with that messy, dark hair that always seems perfectly tousled, as if he's just rolled out of bed and still somehow looks better than half the school. His green eyes - God, those eyes - sharp and intense, like he can see straight through you. I know boys are meant to be handsome, rugged, all that, but Aidan is just... beautiful. Long, dark lashes that half the girls in school would kill for, and a jawline that looks like it was carved from marble. He never says more than he has to, rarely smiles, and when he does, it's this rare, fleeting thing that makes my heart skip a beat. And I'm falling. Hard. But there's a problem. A massive one. I have a boyfriend. And he's nothing like Aidan. *** Sophie Quinn. The girl I've been losing my mind over for the past year. She's this whirlwind of chaos and laughter, the type of girl who lights up a room just by walking into it. She's got that wild, curly hair that never quite does what it's told, a laugh that echoes around the halls, and these eyes - bright and full of life - that catch the light in the best possible way. But here's the kicker - she has a boyfriend. Some tosser who doesn't deserve her. I see him around, loud and arrogant, one of those lads who thinks the world owes him something just because he can kick a ball straight. And it grates at me. I catch him throwing his arm around her, whispering in her ear, and it takes everything in me not to pull him off and tell him to keep his hands to himself. Not that I'd ever say it out loud, but I want her. More than I should. And I know she's starting to notice. The way I lean in a bit closer when she talks, the way my gaze lingers when she brushes past me. She's catching on, I can feel it. And I don't care about her boyfriend, not even a little. Because in the end, I'm going to have her.

Finn Gibson. Number seven on the rugby team. A gentleman, proper like. Always opening doors and saying things like "after you" and "you alright there?" in this soft voice that somehow makes you feel seen. He's funny too - not the show-off type of funny, more the kind where you're halfway through laughing before you realise it was even a joke. Real clever wit, quiet like. It's not fair, honestly. And he drums, like actually properly drums, not just tapping out rhythms on the school desk like every other lad in Tommen. He's in a band and all. Do I like him? Yeah. I like him loads. More than I should. But this isn't that kind of story. I come from a house where everything's heavy. Where things crack and break and no one says sorry. Where nice things don't last, and if you want something - really want something - it gets used against you. You don't let your heart out in a place like mine. You learn to nod and keep quiet and do what Da says, even when you hate it, even when it's wrong. That's just how it is. So when Finn looks at me like I matter - really, properly matter - I want to believe it. I want to tell him I think about him when I fall asleep. So yeah. I like Finn Gibson. But liking someone like him... it feels like trying to hold light in your hand. Beautiful. Impossible. *** Mina O'Neill. Jesus, I don't even know where to start with her. She's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen in my life, and I mean that with my whole chest. She moves like she doesn't even touch the ground. A ballerina, and not the stuck-up kind either. She's always working, always rehearsing, and when she talks about dance, it's like watching someone light up from the inside. And me? I'm just... me. Watching her from the side of things. Hoping. I think she knows. I know she knows. She's not daft. But there's something holding her back. I don't know what. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's something in her life I don't see. But I'm not giving up.

I quickly wiped my eyes making my way back into the auditorium, we had to finish blocking Romeo and Juliet. "Oh Haley?" "Hmm?" "Want to go out later? I mean so I can monitor you." Aiden asked sticking his hands in his pocket and shifting his weight. "Monitor me?" "Yeah no relapsing right? " He said giving me a grin. " Sure. I'll just text my mom to let her know, that I'm getting food with you to do lines, and to contact my therapist. Well maybe not in that order, I don't want her to worry." "You're handling this really well." "Well it's happened before, and this time I'm not going to lose anybody." "You got this,stay strong." "Sometimes I think I'm a loose brick on a castle. I feel like I'm expected to be perfect and if I'm not the whole castle will collapse." "So you're like the cement?" "Sure?" "That was an awful attempt at a deep conversation, just saying." "Gee thanks. Once a jerk always a jerk." "You're still going out with me right? " "Of course this is a sappy teenage romance novel. So the naive girl always goes with the jerk." I said rolling my eyes. "I would not be that. I was thinking something like Prince Charming or a star crossed lover." "Well if we would hurry and go in, you would be able to play one." "Oh right." ~*~ Haley Willaims was the girl everyone wanted to be, Student Council president, head cheerleader Valedictorian,you know everything. Until one night everything comes crashing down. But that wasn't the first time. Aiden Hartford had it all, money,good looks, and a huge house to himself. But there had to be a reason why he is an A Class Jerk and someone who is now afraid to get attached. Their relationship? It broke apart everyone and everything in it's path. It shouldn't have happened. They knew that from the start. But there was something about him she couldn't shake off. As time went on, the saying proved to be true. They were built to fall apart. But in the end would we fall back together?

Mike Biggs-the most handsome boy in Tommen. Bit of a gentleman, but he knows how to shut people up when needed. Never thought we'd be close, but after what happened with Sinead-his little sister and my best friend-things shifted. Do I like it? Can't say for sure. He's different when it's just the two of us. Softer. Kinder. But right now, I don't have time for love. I need to focus on becoming like my ma, playing in the orchestra. That's what matters. Not Mike Biggs and whatever this is between us... right? Bridget Feely-shy, sweet, and has this quiet kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. We've been friends for a while, and maybe-just maybe-I've thought about her as more than that. But I never let myself dwell on it. Until I heard her play the violin. Christ, I had no idea she could play like that. Now? Now I can't stop thinking about her. The way she looks when she plays, the way the music seems to carry her somewhere else. And just like that, I'm completely gone for the girl.

✷ ━ 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾 ◞ ⌞ ❛ 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗒 ❜

𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚: 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙖𝙙𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. josephine (josie) callaghan was never supposed to end up in ireland. after losing her biological mom, josie was adopted by her mother's best friend-an icy, calculated woman with a sharp tongue and colder hands. her new family, full of arguments and deceit, gave her a new last name, a new older brother, and no real place to belong. years later, after her father's sudden death, she's dragged from california to the rainy hills of cork, ireland-with nothing but a small voice, too many secrets, and a nervous system that never learned how to settle. while her brother slips effortlessly into the rugby crowd at bcs-popular, confident, untouchable-josie's sent to tommen, where the boys are brutal and big, the girls are scary and beautiful, and everyone seems to be watching for weakness. josie doesn't talk about her brother. doesn't talk about the way he never really saw her. or how years of being invisible to the boy who was supposed to protect her made her flinch around loud voices, rough hands, and boys who look too much like trouble. especially older ones. and then there's johnny kavanagh-untouchable, unreadable, and more broken than he looks. he sees her. maybe too much. but josie callaghan has learned the hard way: love isn't safe-especially when the first boy you were ever supposed to trust barely looked at you. and trust? that's a game she never figured out the rules to.