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We Were Almost(GirlXGirl) на 22XWolf1e
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We were just two girls trying to survive high school. Two friends sharing secrets, laughter, and long looks that meant more than they should. Somewhere between friendship and something else, I started to fall. This is a story about first love, confusion, and the quiet moments that change everything. About finding yourself through someone else. About the kind of love that feels real, even when you don't know what to call it. NOTE: They're 18 & 19 years old, So don't judge the intimate scenes of them thinking they're minors. They're not. "This book will hurt but you'll love it." Content Warning: This story contains mature scenes, strong emotional themes, and sensitive topics. It is intended for mature readers only.
THE SILENT TRADE  на 22XWolf1e
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Hidden Horror in Tandara In the quiet outskirts of Tandara, a hidden horror festers behind closed doors. What looks like an ordinary rural town is, in truth, a fragile mask covering a dark underworld one where children vanish without a trace and innocence is sold for profit. For years, the whispers of trafficking have echoed through the community, but fear keeps lips sealed and eyes turned away. Behind the silence lies a well-rooted system fed by poverty, protected by corruption, and sustained by cultural denial. In Tandara, child trafficking is not just a crime; it is a shadow that haunts daily life. The pain is buried, the truth ignored, and justice left unheard. This story confronts the hidden realities of child trafficking not in one town alone, but in any place where silence wins over truth. It is a voice for the unseen, a mirror held to society, and a refusal to look away. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ This story contains sensitive themes, including child trafficking, abuse, exploitation, violence, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. All events are written for awareness and education, not glorification.
Natalie's Diary на KeriHalfacre
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When Jane Madarang's neighbor Natalie kills herself and leaves behind cryptic instructions, it's up to Jane and her classmates to unearth deadly secrets. ***** Natalie Driscoll is dead. She threw herself out a window and left her neighbor Jane to unravel their town's darkest secrets. Following Natalie's instructions leads Jane to three other high school students who all have something to hide. The four of them must carry out Natalie's final errand while solving the mysteries written in her diary. But the secrets they unearth may be far more dangerous than what they ever imagined. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of suicide, violence and murder that may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]
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Burn Me Slowly (GL) на 22XWolf1e
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BURN ME SLOWLY By Iriah Raphael's Lolem In a world where love feels more like a battlefield than a safe place, Zaya clings to Sól with a hunger that borders on madness. She's reckless, messy, and addicted to every broken piece of Sól's soul. Lust clouds her judgment, and desperation drives her body - tasting, touching, taking like it's the last night on earth. This is a story of obsession, raw bodies, reckless kisses, and the painful beauty of losing everything you thought you could hold. They're classmates, but strangers. Until a single glance flips Zaya's world upside down. Now, she craves her. Every movement. Every sigh. Every heartbeat Solene tries to hide. But falling in love with her isn't easy. It's terrifying. It's obsessive. It's uncontrollable. And in a world where love isn't always accepted and feelings are easier to run from than face, Zaya must decide: Will she hold back her fire-or let it burn them both? A story about stolen touches, silent screams, and the kind of love that leaves marks. This is not just romance. This is surrender.