"We want you home Sorella" Mason said to me. "I couldn't give two shits what you want." I said back. He looked pissed. I could feel someone coming towards me with a needle aimed at my neck. Elijah and Everly are two identical twin girls. Elijah was suppose to be a boy, but kept the name nether the less. They look the exact same, except for the eyes. Eli has her Fathers, whereas Everly has her Mothers. Their parents loved the twins, Well Everly. Her mum and step-dad hated Elijah with a passion. Whereas Everly was treated like a princess, Elijah was treated like something on the back of their shoe. Until one day, they both got called into the office to find out they both died in a car crash. Everly cried as Elijah sat stone-faced. They also find out that they have five older brothers. Five Controlling and annoying older brothers with a huge secret of their own. Not forgetting that Eli refuses to become part of their life. Everly is enough for them in her eyes. Will Elijah survive on her own? Or will her brothers drag her home? And will she stay? Badass- #1 Twins - #1 Running - #1 Mafiaprincess - #1 Brothers - #1 Brother - #1 Father-daughter - #1 Family - #4 out of 246k stories

Nearly 10 years-that's how long Cecelia has been alone. Abandoned. Exiled from the only family she's ever known for a crime she doesn't even remember committing. Sent away to a cold, unfamiliar boarding school in London, she learned to survive on her own, her past slipping away piece by piece after a tragic accident stole her memories. Now, her family exists only in the ink-stained pages of her diary-names without faces, stories without warmth. But when a sudden summons drags her back into their world, Cecelia is forced to confront the ghosts of her past. Her family still blames her. Their eyes hold nothing but resentment. And worst of all, she has no idea what she did to deserve their hatred. Thrown into a brutal world of crime, power, and secrets, Cecelia finds herself entangled in a dangerous game-one where trust is scarce, loyalty is tested, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. As she fights to reclaim the life that was stolen from her, she must face the ultimate question: Can she ever truly go home, or was she never meant to belong in the first place?

"My mother named me Miracle, but I am anything but a miracle in her and our family's life. I am a mistake. I am a product of a heinous crime." Miracle Astor was born after the rape of her mother. Aurora Astor was convinced by everyone in her family to have an abortion when she found out that her assault had resulted in a child, but much to everyone's shock, Aurora kept the child, and after a long and excruciating labor, on her last breath, she said the word Miracle, which became her daughter's name. After Aurora died giving birth to her daughter, little Miracle was left under the care of her brothers, all of whom blamed her for the tragedy that happened to their mother. But in order to protect the reputation of their late mother and their well-known family name, the Astor brothers raised Miracle as their own and made the public believe that she was the full-blood daughter of the Astor family. Sixteen years later, Miracle became depressed and neglected as she carries the heavy weight of pain, guilt, and blame for what happened to her mother. But what happens when history tries to repeat itself with what happened to Aurora now threatening to happen to Miracle? And the terrible secret of their family cracks and reveals itself out to everyone? Will Miracle finally break? Will her brothers finally step in and be the brothers that she needed? Will someone stop the history from repeating itself and finally save Miracle? Read to find out! (CURRENTLY BEING EDITED)

In the quiet corners of her mind, echoes of laughter once danced like sunlight .The girl, once vibrant and full of dreams, had become a mere specter of herself, haunted by the memories of a life that felt like a distant dream. Each scar on her skin told a story of battles fought and lost, a testament to the hell she had endured.The tears that fell were not just for the pain she had suffered but for the girl she used to be. After being sent away at the mere age of 6 , Aleksandra Vasiliev , has lost all hope in life. From getting accused of trying to kill her own flesh and blood,her twin sister, Iavana Vasiliev, to being sent away to a boarding school.

5 families of witches were being hunted down by regular families during the Salem Witch hunt during the 17th century. The 5 families all consisted of male witches. The all have this thing, called The Power. Every generation of males had it. They call the male witches, "The Sons of Ipswich". The problem is, the four sons were born, along with a girl witch, but the fifth son, is lost. What happens when the fifth son appears?

Eden's mother considers her the ruin of a perfect family. When the only father she's ever known leaves Eden and her family behind at the age of three, Eden becomes the brunt of abuse and neglect. On her first day of school, Eden meets Noah, a little boy in her class that greets her and fast becomes her best friend. Abuse and neglect have led Eden to become mute and terrified of the world around her. It seems Noah is the only one that understands her without saying a word. After many years of friendship, Eden shows up at Noah's house: broken, bruised, and afraid. •Best Ranking: #4 in Chicklit Start Date: December 2015 Completed: January 2017 Last Edited: June 14, 2018 Stealing my story will not be tolerated!

Elena is a 15-year-old girl who grew up in an abusive and hostile home, unlike her twin sister who, despite growing up in the same house, had the life of a princess. Eloisa grew up surrounded by luxury, fake smiles and the certainty that the world revolved around her. A tragedy throws them into the mansion of the older brothers they never knew: Lorenzo, Vicente, Luca, Leonardo and Sandro - powerful, rich and dangerous men who ran the Italian mafia with deadly precision. Will Elena finally be able to have the peace and freedom she so desires? Will Eloisa continue to live her fantasy life or will she be forced to face reality? After all, how can two sisters so different get what they want amidst the chaos of a new life? Note: This story may contain sensitive themes such as abuse, drug use, and eating and psychological disorders. *THIS BOOK IS A SAMPLE*

She was the baby they blamed. The sister they forgot. Guilt runs deep. Love runs late. And time may not wait for them to make it right. She never asked for much-just to be seen, to be loved. Born the day their mother died, Lucia became the silent shadow in a broken house. Forgotten by the four brothers who once cradled and kissed her as a baby, she learned to shrink, to survive. But when a cruel illness leaves her helpless, they are forced to see what they've ignored for years-a little girl, aching for care, terrified to need them, and still loving them with everything she has. #5 in family: 27/05/2025 #1 in sad: 05/07/2025 #1 in sick: 27/05/2025 #1 in disease: 05/07/2025 #1 in rich: 31/05/2025 #2 in siblings: 24/05/2025 #1 in brothers: 24/05/2025 #1 in neglect: 31/05/2025 #1 in babysister: 31/05/2025 #1 in help: 13/07/2025 #2 in elderbrothers: 31/05/2025 1k reads: 23/05/2025 100k reads: 2/06/2025 200k reads: 15/06/2025 300k reads: 04/07/2025 400k reads: 15/08/2025 500k reads: 1/11/2025 Started: 22nd May 2025 Ended: 28th May 2025

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.