"New year, new us..." Diana rolled her eyes as she turned to look at Lydia from her place in the passenger's seat of her best friend's car. "New you?" She almost scoffed, reaching for her bag on the backseat and shaking her head at the way Lydia extended a hand out to her, expecting her to pass her her own bag. "You're lucky I love you." Lydia winked over at Diana in a silent thank you for her bag, already far too used to the blonde's little quirks. "You are lucky I love you because you had the chance to be dating one of the lacrosse guys and you still choose not to be." She said, causing Diana to groan silently. "I don't want to date him." "You could start dressing better then, at least." "I dress fine." "I'm just saying, since this is a new school year, you could try..." "I'm not changing anything about myself." Diana interrupted Lydia before the girl could start with her long and very boring speeches about being perceived better around the school. "But you? You could maybe change your boyfriend." "Stop." Lydia rolled her eyes pushing open the car door as if to actually walk away from Diana and her own need of always listing out the number of reasons why she didn't particularly like Jackson Whittemore. "I'm not breaking up with him." Set in season 1 Disclaimer: Some of the dialogue isn't mine and most of the characters aren't either

Stiles looks over at me, "I'm sorry, why is she here? What are you?" I raise my eyebrows at him, "You make it sound like I'm not important. I'm as Important as the air you breathe. What are you, dumbass?" He gives me a sarcastic smile, "funny." "I'm afraid she isn't being funny, Stiles. She is a Sylph. Sylphs are beings of air so technically she is in control of the air you breathe." I throw my middle finger up at Stiles from behind Morrell, "Suck my dick, Stilinski." SEASON 3B BOOK ONE

❝but friends don't look at each other the way we do...❞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Clementine Jones discovers a lifelong partner in crime amidst a world of chaos... ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 𝑻 𝑬 𝑬 𝑵 𝑾 𝑶 𝑳 𝑭 . . . fem!oc x stiles stilinski TEENWOLF s2-s5

[COMPLETED, SEQUEL NOW UP] ~Prologue~ My name is Isabel Cannenta. I'm a somewhat average 16 year old sophomore living in a Beacon Hills. My mom died a while ago, it's just me and my dad. He works at the local hospital a lot, so he's barely ever around. He isn't the best at parenting... let's just say me and Isaac Lahey have something in common. I don't have it as bad as him because he works at the hospital so much, but he's thrown glass vases, plates, punched me, kicked me.. never too far, though. Thank god there's a such thing as makeup. I usually try to stay away from home as much as possible, he doesn't seem to care. No one knows though, not even Stiles or Scott. Or Isaac. Isaac vents his problems to me, and I help clean his wounds. I'm also friends with Erica, but I don't talk to her that much either. I know what to do when she has seizures, and whenever she has one I'm always there to make her feel better and let her vent out her problems. I like helping people, being nice. I never take sides in arguments. It's nice. One night I went into the woods searching for half of a dead body with my two best friends, Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall. I love Stiles. I've had a crush on him basically forever, but he's too in love with Lydia. Don't get me wrong, Lydia is probably nice somewhere in that cold shell of her's. Beginning of sophomore year is when my life took a gigantic turn into the supernatural world.

Becca and Will were once best friends. From immediately clicking at the school bus stop at five-years-old, to bonding over their love for hockey and future ambitions, it was always Becca and Will. Will and Becca. Even as they navigated the toughest parts of their lives, they could always count on each other. Becca had met Will when she had needed him the most, and Becca stood by Will through the times he could barely keep it together with everything going on at home. Nevertheless, as inseparable as they were, Becca one day simply disappeared. She left without explaining or even saying goodbye, and Will never heard from her again. That is, until eleven years later, she showed up at his team's arena, where he was the star player for the Chicago Whispers, claiming she was the new team publicist. Eleven years of silence made Will want nothing to do with her, but still, she pushed and held onto their lingering love for each other, determined to explain everything and get back in his life, even if it means walking the tightrope that hangs between their past life and the present. Still, as time passes and life stories are exchanged, Becca and Will might just realize that they aren't meant to be best friends this time around. Maybe, just maybe, they are meant to be so much more. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @dearrheartbreak NAME Val R

Alia Kingsley never had to fight for anything🔥She was born untouchable, ruthless, and breathtakingly powerful! Running her office with cold precision, she doesn't believe in second chances, love ,weakness, or distractions! She's extremely rude , mean , arrogant and cold. She fires people like it's nothing. No one who knows her even think to talk back to her.. Her existence is enough to terrify the whole office She is emotionless and have no space of "love" in her life. Zayn Adam a hot walking disaster✨ Zayn is a clumsy chaotic guy who brings trouble where ever he goes👀 He's insanely hot🌚 When two worlds collide . Zayn Adam become personal assistant of none other Alia Kingsley. It's gonna be fire vs ice Will the ice melt, or the fire be extinguished?🔥❄️ This story contains: 👑 Strong female lead ❤️ Soft,shy but chaotic male lead ⚡ Violence 🔥 Major plot twist 💥 Revenge ⚠️ Abuse (mental, physical, sexual) 💫 Forbidden love ~Language:English~ Simple and easy to understand Total chapters: 59 Completed✅

Ashlynn Wylde. Age 22, about to be 23. She has three friends, two being family. Growing up, she was always told how odd she was. People gave away a lot with their eyes and Ashlynn was desperately avoiding the intimacy eye contact brought with it. After a terrible encounter when she was in high school, she found herself with a scar stretching from the inside of her palm all the way up to her upper arm. After seeing how much her family struggled, Ashlynn is determined to appear normal. During college, she made her first friend who also happened to be her roommate, but she counted it as an accomplishment. Always trying, she would bring her eyes to people's noses or to a space on their face as close to their eyes as possible...hoping...praying that people would never figure out that eye contact made her want to hurl. People were terrible sometimes, but Ashlynn was on the hunt for the good ones. Now, graduating college, she finds herself as the maid of honor for the only friend she managed to make. With this wedding, comes a whole lot of terrible encounters that push Ashlynn out of her comfort-zone. Most of those encounters she'd put in the same file labeled "Rylan Thatcher". A man who desperately wanted her eyes to remain on him. -- -- "Ronnie used to go on and on about how much he adored it when your eyes would focus on him when he was talking to you." His hand ran up my arm, fingers brushing over my scar. He hooked his hand under my wrist bringing it up and around his neck, our eyes connecting for a second. "I get it now." My breath caught as his hand ran along my neck, thumb pressing against my lower lip, parting them. "Under your gaze, I feel like the most important person in the world." He leaned down, his lips brushing mine. My eyes fluttered shut, but he pulled back causing them to open again. A smirk pressed to the edges of his lips as he made his way lower, brushing his lips against my torso on his way down. "Eyes..." Kiss. "On..." Kiss. "Me." 100K+ words~

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."

• pre-hunger games -> post-mockingjay pt 2 • Finnick Odair X female OC •I edit as I post the chapters (if I can be bothered) A story in which two victors find peace with each other, fitting together like puzzle pieces. As the world burns around them, they will always find their way back to each other.

ೃ༄ 𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 🔱🌊˚◞♡ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ☁️ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲, training the kids from your district, as a mentor, hoping they would win. Kasia thought she was finally over with the Hunger Games and never had to go back into an arena. But she was wrong. She had to go back, one last time. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 ally with Finnick, district 4. She can't help but understand why he got that many sponsors. ೃ༄ 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎 🔱🌊˚◞♡ ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ * ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ☁️ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 〘The Hunger Games 〙 〘 CATCHING FIRE + MOCKINGJAY 〙 〘 FEM!OC X FINNICK ODAIR 〙 〘ONGOING 〙 〘 © SUNNYSXNFL0WER 〙 ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ :TOP🎖️: :; 🥇in Jennifer Lawrence || 06/28/25 || 🥇in thgfanfic || 01/27/24 || 🥈in thgfanfic || 02/05/24 ||