Die 18-jährige Aurora Smith ist klug, hübsch, temperamentvoll und hat ein loses Mundwerk. Als sie erfährt, dass ihr Vater sie noch vor ihrer Geburt einem Mann versprochen hat, bricht ihre Welt zusammen. Sie will ihn nicht heiraten, kann sich aber nicht dagegen wehren. Als sie herausfindet, dass es sich bei ihrem Verlobten um Azad Black handelt - ihren einstigen Kindheitsfreund und heutigen Feind - ist sie fassungslos. Voller Hass versucht sie mit allen Mitteln, sich zu widersetzen. Azad Black, der attraktive, aber gefühlskalte, arrogante und besitzergreifende 21-jährige Mafiason, steht kurz davor, die Geschäfte seines Vaters zu übernehmen. Doch dafür muss er seine ehemalige Kindheitsfreundin und heutige Feindin Aurora Smith heiraten. Er hasst sie und will diese Hochzeit um jeden Preis vermeiden, doch um an die Macht zu gelangen, bleibt ihm keine Wahl. _______________ Anfang: 11.01.2025 Ende: ? Es können Rechtschreib- & Grammatikfehler vorkommen. Sobald das Buch beendet ist, werde ich dieses überarbeiten. Trotzdem könnt ihr mich gerne auf Fehler hinweisen. Alles Rechte, außer die der Bilder, die ich verwende, liegen bei mir. Ohne meine Zustimmung darf NICHTS kopiert werden. Alle Bilder, die ich verwende, habe ich von Pinterest. Slow Updates

(CHAT MD SERIES) An invisible girl. A popular boy. And the exchange of messages between them. # Epistolary | Young Adult | Romance

Completed • First Draft - not edited. || "You gonna sit there all night?" Luka glances at me, smirking. I glare back. "I was enjoying the last few seconds of peace before having to spend an evening pretending to like you." "That's funny," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt. "Why?" I snap. "Because I was thinking the same thing." || The rules? Easy enough. 1. Pretend to be the perfect couple. 2. Keep it professional. 3. And whatever you do, don't. catch. feelings. Simple, right? Sofia Calloway never planned on going viral for throwing a drink in Luka Mikhaylov's face. But one video, one pissed-off hockey star, and one furious university later... she's suddenly stuck in a fake relationship with the guy she can't stand. He needs to clean up his image before the NHL draft. She needs the free tuition that comes with the deal. All they have to do is smile for the cameras, hold hands at the games, and act like they don't want to strangle each other. Then come the late-night arguments that last too long. The stolen glances that feel too dangerous. The moment where "pretend" starts looking way too real. Because when you break the rules, someone's bound to lose. And this time, it might be both of them.

!!A aidlyn/sbg fanfic!! none of the characters are mine!-They belong to Red! This is just a fanfic of School bus graveyard on webtoon by Red!! ✎ᝰ.Inspired by: @d1scarded_tu1ips_ and @fawnorical so make sure to check them out too! (This is my first fanfic so if i mess up,don't come for me😔👍)

✪ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊!! - (lowercase intended) this is an ongoing collection of aidlyn (ashlyn x aiden) oneshots. other ships may be included. (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 🙏) ✪ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍... - fluff - angst (warnings will be written in case of any gore, triggers/disturbing topics) - NO SMUT. (get your creepy perverted ass out of here. these characters are minors) ✪ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 chapters will have this sign next to them: ♡︎ and 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 chapters will have this sign: ❗️ ✪ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 ‼️ - characters DO NOT belong to me. credits go to lilredbeany #𝟏 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 - 𝟎𝟑/𝟎𝟗/𝟐𝟓 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! (creds to picsart & pinterest for cover)

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Schoolbus Graveyard fanfic based off of Schoolbus Graveyard by lilredbeanie on webtoon. In my version, there's no phantom dimension and it's basically just the group's normal day-to-day lives with Aidlyn, Benlor, and maybe Tylenol. This fic is also inspired by both the canvas and original versions of Schoolbus Graveyard. *All characters are made up by lilredbeanie. I will try to update weekly or every two weeks, depending how busy I am.

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He rose slowly, still holding her hands. She stepped closer. Closer. So close that the boat rocked faintly beneath them. Then, standing on her toes slightly, she reached up and held his shoulders to steady herself. He instinctively moved his hands to her waist so she wouldn't lose balance. The anklets chimed softly and then.. she bent her head forward.. slowly. Her forehead touched his. The red kumkum on her forehead brushed against his skin, leaving a faint, sacred mark just above his brows. He froze. Neither of them moved. Her eyes were closed and his breath stopped.. the contact was simple. Sacred. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but steady. "If you are my light," she murmured, her forehead still resting against his, "then let me mark you as mine before the world does." She lowered herself slowly, but didn't move away. Her eyes searched his. "You don't need a ring to bind me," she said softly. "And I don't need a ceremony to know what you mean to me." Her fingers brushed the red mark she had left on him. "This," she smiled faintly, "is my answer. My acceptance." His fingers tightened unconsciously around her waist. "I am yours," she whispered. "And you are mine. Not for a moment. But for every day that comes after." And she slowly moved into his embrace and hugged him, holding him a little tighter than usual, like she never wanted to let go. They stayed there for a while longer, not speaking. Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷

(Mature, Smut +18/ Spoiler Warning?) Yor Briar is as Fragile as a Rose. Yor and Loid discover that there is no need to pretend anymore, Handler tells Twilight that he no longer needs Yor. This is why Nightfall is the better option for this mission. Fiona, replaces Yor and Twilight feels unsure of this sudden change in his mission? Anya is extremely upset that she barely sleeps at night. What will happen?

𝓵𝓸𝓲𝓭 𝔁 𝔂𝓸𝓻 ❝ Loid. ❞ Yor stood in front of him with a heavy blush on her face. ❝ I want you to kiss me. ❞ -- Yor knows that something is wrong. She knows that she's beginning to feel deeper feelings for the husband she's married. She's so caught up with herself that she doesn't realize that Loid's beginning to feel the same way. ⤷in which a spy and an assassin fall in love with each other