Teagan Lynch is no stranger to silence, hiding secrets she can't afford to share. Kieran Holland is the boy everyone's already given up on, trapped in a future he never chose. But where everyone sees trouble, Teagan sees the boy who just wants to be seen. When their lives intertwine, their connection becomes a secret refuge from the chaos around them. But the closer they get, the harder it becomes to keep their pasts buried. In a life full of brokenness, can love be the one thing that holds them together, or will it unravel everything they've fought to protect?

Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

(Boys of Tommen fanfic) Ciara never believed in love. Not after watching her mam and dad's relationship. Yet, it was still something she craved so deeply. So when it showed up in front of her, she took it. Even if Tadhg wasn't the one offering it, like she wanted.

17 year-old Tadhg Lynch is a hot-headed hurler, haunted by a past that his family appears to have moved on from. Despite his tough and violent exterior, he is left vunerable after the trauma his parents left on him. All his siblings have someone to confide in after the events held 5 years ago, except for him. May Robbins is an English girl currently studying her final school year in Ireland ever since she moved during the summer. Troubled by her sick mother, she attempts to start fresh at a new school after the events of the previous year. A hopeless romantic at heart, she loves reading and writing, and dreams to be an author after she leaves school. Will she get a fairy-tale romance of her own?

Everyone thought she was just the quiet girl. Kept to herself. Always early to class. He was the boy with the bike, the bruised knuckles, and a reputation that came with warnings. "Stay away from him," they warned. So naturally, she found him on the rooftop one afternoon, leaning against the railing, cigarette in hand. He raised an eyebrow. "Wrong place, angel." She stepped in, smirking as the breeze played with her hair. "Nah. I make everywhere the right place." He chuckled-right until she snatched the cigarette from his hand, dropped it, and crushed it under her shoe. "You've been staring for weeks," she said, tilting her head. "Figured I'd save you the trouble and come say hi." His smirk vanished, but he said nothing as she turned and walked off. That night, he texted . Him: You always this bossy? Her: Only with boys who look good when they obey.

Winning games. Cheers. Trophies. Spotlight. College Football star, Golden Boy, and Browning University's Quarterback, Holden Reyes has all eyes on him as he runs beneath the stadium lights. Runs to the winning score. Runs to the partying. Runs to the spotlight. Runs to the escape exit of his own desolate childhood waiting room. Holding pens. Stories. Apprehensiveness. Hidden. Winona Bennett, living life through the shadows of her made up worlds and mind's creations. With a supermodel for a mother and sister, she is the silhouette to the shadows of their spotlight shined gleaming faces. She wasn't built for the spotlight, rather just secretly walking past her writings in the hands of others on the streets of Manhattan. Oh, the thrill. Except what happens when the paths of each others' comforts cross over each other in a night of what a romance author would refer to as divine disruption? #1 in writer #1 in gold rush #1 in popular guy #1 in Manhattan #1 in supermodel #2 in famous #2 college #1 in popular #1 in collegeromance #1 in youngadult #1 in shy girl #2 in cute

#1 in Aaron Warner Amelia Pereira has always been a dreamer. Dreamer, fangirl, scholar, chronic over-thinker. She knows the story by heart: Juliette Ferrars, the girl who can't be touched. Aaron Warner, the cold tyrant with sad eyes and green rings. So, when reality hiccups and Amelia finds herself plopped- face first- onto the cold concrete of Sector 45, she's pretty sure she's hallucinating. Or dying. Or both. Unfortunately for her GPA-and possibly her lifespan-she's not dreaming. The soldiers are real. The guns are real. The stains on the walls? Very real. And standing in front of her, beautiful as a nightmare made of marble and secrets, is Aaron Warner himself-green eyes sharp enough to slice through every spoiler Amelia accidentally blurts out in a panic spiral. Trapped in a world she only ever adored from the safety of fanfiction and Pinterest edits, Amelia has to survive Warner's suspicion, Juliette's power, and the Reestablishment's cruelty-armed with nothing but her messy knowledge of plot points that haven't happened yet. He's not a sad boy on a page anymore. He's real. He's lethal. He can feel every terrified, fluttering emotion she has when she looks at him. And the closer Amelia drifts to the cold center of his empire, the more she realizes that loving him in fiction was easy. Loving him here is changing the story. TW: There are a few mentions of childhood physical abuse in this book DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS BOOK APART FROM THE OC. THIS IS A FANFICTION BASED ON THE SHATTER ME SERIES BY TAHAREH MAFI. Highest Rankings: #1 in Aaron Warner #1 in Kenji #1 in kishimoto #1 in Ignite Me #1 in Tahereh Mafi #1 in Aaron Warner Fanfic #4 in Dystopian #1 in Dystopian #1 in Shatter Me

Anneliese is an empathetic, outgoing young woman who has struggled finding a safe place to express herself. Often looking for new ways to meet friends, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to chat someone up. Even a stranger at the diner she works at to pass time and support herself. A dedicated man takes to the nativity of Anneliese. He is direct and prefers to keep to himself. Even an isolated man by choice can't withstand Anneliese's pull. Gravitating towards her, he manages to bring her a sense of comfort to the new beginnings in life. Not all beginnings are as true as they let off and lies can only last so long. ~ ❀ ~ I can't help but stare at her. Her face, lips, and smile, and her nose. Even her long, curled lashes. "Let's do a butterfly kiss!" She exclaims, pulling my face close suddenly. Kiss? My heart hammers in my chest, my breath hitching. Her small hands hold my face close to hers. It's not very forceful, I could pull away if I wanted to, but I let her have control. Her hands are warm and soft against my jaw. Getting closer, her eyes lashes flutter and I find myself holding my breath. She brushes her lashes to mine, her breath fanning against my lips. Subconsciously, I lean forward, wanting my lips to be on hers. June flutter her lashes, grazing her lashes to mine. Out of nowhere she bursts out in a fit of laughter. I flinch back. Butterfly kiss. That was not a fucking kiss. ~ ❀ ~ #1 cliche 2025 & 2026 #1 sweatheart 2025 #1 opposites 2026 *Warning* Mature themes will be covered (language, actions, etc).

Caoimhe Kavanagh doesn't do feelings-especially not for Liam Gibson. He's loud, charming, and hopelessly in love with someone else. But somewhere between the teasing and the late-night chats, she falls. And the worst part? He doesn't even see her.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)