Since Sofia Gallagher lost her sister, she's found it hard to feel loved the way she once was. Then she meets Rowan Kumar, a seemingly reckless chess mastermind, and finds herself infatuated with the way spending time with him feels. But can someone new really heal an old wound? Or does Sofia need to learn how to heal on her own before she can let herself be loved again?

This is my first fanfic ever, but it's a long story about how Oliver and Cooper grow together, the love, the smut, the hard parts, all that! TW: ED Mentions, Smut

You've got one boy. One girl. One pretty little lie. A perfect relationship. The perfect boyfriend. The perfect girlfriend. The perfect dates. The perfect gifts. And the perfect surprises. That gives you our golden couple of Sunset Westwood High. But what happens when it's all a lie? One boy. One girl who needs desperate help. One pretty little lie. That sounds more like it. When Olivia's ex is bothering her and rubbing it in her face at a party that he moved on after dumping her, she sees her nemesis, Ethan walking by and she uses him as her ploy, but the move isn't so smart when you think about it. I mean, how easy can it be acting lovey-dovey with your enemy? . . . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

When injured World War II soldier Harrison Clark is assigned to live with a traumatized older veteran, he expects a quiet recovery. Instead, he faces immediate, icy resistance from the veteran's overworked daughter, Eleanor Driscoll. Exhausted by wartime shortages and the heavy burden of managing her father's severe PTSD, Eleanor deeply resents Harrison's intrusion into their small, stressful home. To her, this disciplined sergeant is a painful reminder of the violent world that already stole her girlhood dreams- including her profound love for ballet, an art form she has completely abandoned and refuses to ever practice again. Yet, forced together under the same roof, their sharp friction slowly begins to soften. As they navigate the heavy realities of the home front, Harrison's calm patience with her father's severe trauma begins to shatter Eleanor's defensive walls, sparking a deep, slow-burn romance. They find an unexpected, desperate solace in each other's arms, but love in wartime is always lived on borrowed time. Just as they finally admit their deepest feelings, Harrison receives his sudden medical clearance and immediate deployment orders to the dangerous European front lines- forcing the star-crossed lovers into an agonizing, heartbreaking race against time before his departure.

primrose everdeen and rory hawthorne are reaped for the 74th annual hunger games at 15 and 16, and both of them must fight to survive for their families, their district, and as they come to realize, each other. prim x rory in the hunger games

Birmingham, 1919. Eliza Hart runs a small orphanage in Small Heath, and she's lived her life on simple rules; Keep your head down. Protect the children. Stay far away from men like Thomas Shelby. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── He took a drag, exhaling slowly before glancing at her again. "You were right before," he said. "There is no way to break a heart gently."

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱