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Secret Peace{RUNE FENNA} by Saratoninboost
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One last chance...... That's what she told herself again and again, because if your own family doesn't love you... you start hating yourself. Pale skin, blond almost white hair.... people will instantly start questioning because she looks nothing like her family. First it started with family members, then her own parents and then her siblings. She's breaking and no one sees it. All she has is the voices in her head, the drugs and the pain of being abandoned by the very people who were supposed to love her no matter what.
The Silent Sister by Orphic_bae
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Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. Self-harm. Death, and more.
Evie by hxneyroses
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Guinevere Westley is a neglected little girl who would do anything for love and attention. But Evie is not easy to love - too tainted and jagged from her abusive mother and an absent, manipulative father. When her mother commits suicide, she finds out she has six older brothers who decide to take her in. Soon the brothers find that things are harder than they seem.
Aurora by AnnaChase0812
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Aurora Moreno has lived in silence since her mother died - unwanted, blamed, and bruised by the man who raised her. When he ends up dead, the town calls it murder. She's eighteen. Alone. And sent to the wrong prison. A men's facility. A clerical error. No way out. There, one inmate watches her. Cold. Untouchable. He doesn't belong there-because he's not really an inmate. Damian del RΓ­o is undercover, sent by the Spanish mafia on orders from his brother, the don. He's known for feeling nothing. Except something stirs when he sees her. What Aurora doesn't know is that she has brothers. That she's been missing for fourteen years. That her real name isn't Moreno.
Solus Together by elliana3290
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Solus - (adj) alone or by oneself Lainey, a fifteen-year-old who has only ever known her little sister and mom, is forced to move in with her older brothers.
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐑𝐒π₯𝐝𝐚  by maxamixa
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When Mathilda was twelfe, her world fell apart. A tragic car accident stole her father, her mother drowned her grief in alcohol, and her brothers slowly drifted away-reduced to rare phone calls every few months, if at all. Now, with their mother's death forcing them back into each other's lives, the siblings are faced with the fragile possibility of rebuilding what was lost. But wounds this deep don't heal easily. And Mathilda must decide whether some bonds are worth forgiving-or whether the past will keep them forever broken.
π™±πšŠπšŒπš” πšπš›πš˜πš– πšπš‘πšŽ π™΄πšπšπšŽ  by maxamixa
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πšƒπšŽπšŽπšπšŽπš›πš’πš—πš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŠπš–πš’πš•πš’, π™΅πš•πš˜πš›πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ πšœπšπš›πšžπšπšπš•πšŽπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš›πš’πšŽπš, πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš›, πšŠπš—πš πš–πš˜πš—πšπš‘πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšžπš—πš›πšŽπšœπš˜πš•πšŸπšŽπš πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš•πš’πšŒπš πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› πš‘πšŽπš› πšπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘. πš†πš‘πšŽπš— πšœπš‘πšŽ πš›πšžπš—πšœ 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒 πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš› πš‹πš˜πš’πšπš›πš’πšŽπš—πš πšœπšŽπšŽπš”πš’πš—πš πšπš›πšŽπšŽπšπš˜πš–, 𝚊 πšπšŽπšŸπšŠπšœπšπšŠπšπš’πš—πš πšŒπšŠπš› πšŠπšŒπšŒπš’πšπšŽπš—πš πšπš‘πš›πš˜πš πšœ πš‘πšŽπš› πš•πš’πšπšŽ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšžπš—πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš—πšπš’. π™°πšœ πšœπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πšπš‘πšπšœ 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπšŒπš˜πšŸπšŽπš›, πšœπš‘πšŽ πš–πšžπšœπš πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš›πš˜πš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽπš— πš‹πš˜πš—πšπšœ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš› πš‹πš›πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšœ πšŠπš—πš πš–πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš— 𝚘𝚏 πš‘πšŽπš› πšπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πš•πš˜πšœπšœ, πšŠπš—πš πš—πšŠπšŸπš’πšπšŠπšπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŠπšπš’πš•πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πšπš˜πš πšŠπš›πš πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•πš’πš—πš πš πš’πšπš‘ π™Ήπšžπš•πš’πšžπšœ. π™²πšŠπš— π™΅πš•πš˜πš›πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ πšœπšžπš›πšŸπš’πšŸπšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πšŒπš‘πšŠπš˜πšœ, πš›πšŽπšŒπš•πšŠπš’πš– πš‘πšŽπš› πš•πš’πšπšŽ, πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πš—πš πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽ πš πš‘πš’πš•πšŽ πšœπšπšŠπš—πšπš’πš—πš πš˜πš— πšπš‘πšŽ 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŠπš–πš’πš•πš’? Book 1: The Edge of Family βœ”οΈ Book 2: Back from the Edge
Like Gold by meddlingkids
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[WATTY'S SHORTLIST 2021 & 2022] "I love every part of you. Not because of who you were before, but because of who you are now, in spite of all the bullshit this universe has sent your way." Jasmine Ali is broken. After watching her best friend die, she walks through life with a strained smile and heavy heart, trying her best to seem like everything is okay. All that matters is getting through her daily routine. But when Jace Wilson appears with a limp and a frown, her mask begins to slip. And Jasmine begins to learn that nothing is ever truly broken.
Vampire's Pet by cannoness
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The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake
πšƒπš‘πšŽ π™΄πšπšπšŽ 𝚘𝚏 π™΅πšŠπš–πš’πš•πš’  by maxamixa
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π™΅πš’πšπšπšŽπšŽπš—-πš’πšŽπšŠπš›-πš˜πš•πš π™΅πš•πš˜πš›πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ πšπšŽπšŽπš•πšœ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ πšŠπšπšπšŽπš› πš‘πšŽπš› πšπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš›'𝚜 πšπšŽπšŠπšπš‘. π™·πšŽπš› πšπš‘πš›πšŽπšŽ πš˜πš•πšπšŽπš› πš‹πš›πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›πšœ-πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ πš‹πšžπšœπš’ πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽπš’πš› πšŒπšŠπš›πšŽπšŽπš›πšœ 𝚊𝚜 πš™πš˜πš•πš’πšŒπšŽ πš˜πšπšπš’πšŒπšŽπš›πšœ, πšŠπš—πš 𝚊 πšπš˜πšŒπšπš˜πš›-πš›πšŠπš›πšŽπš•πš’ πšŸπš’πšœπš’πš, πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πš‘πšŽπš› πšœπšπšžπšŒπš” πš’πš— 𝚊 πšπšŽπš—πšœπšŽ πš›πšŽπš•πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšœπš‘πš’πš™ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš‘πšŽπš› πš–πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›. π™°πšœ π™΅πš•πš˜πš›πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ'𝚜 πš›πšŽπš‹πšŽπš•πš•πš’πš˜πšžπšœ πš‹πšŽπš‘πšŠπšŸπš’πš˜πš› πšπš›πš˜πš πšœ, πšœπš‘πšŽ πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš›πšœ πš’πš πšœπš‘πšŽ'πš•πš• πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš’πš—πš 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚒 𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπšŒπš˜πš—πš—πšŽπšŒπš πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πšπšŠπš–πš’πš•πš’ πšœπš‘πšŽ'𝚜 πšœπš•πš˜πš πš•πš’ πš•πš˜πšœπš’πš—πš. β‹†ο½‘οΎŸβ˜οΈŽο½‘β‹†ο½‘ ゚☾ οΎŸο½‘β‹†β‹†ο½‘οΎŸβ˜οΈŽο½‘β‹†ο½‘ ゚☾ οΎŸο½‘β‹†β‹†ο½‘οΎŸβ˜οΈŽο½‘β‹† β•°β”ˆβž€ "You're just mad because you have to deal with me," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "You have to be responsible for me. I'm just a burden." Cole's voice was quiet but firm coming from next to me. "Flo, that's not true. You're not a burden. We're just... worried about you. This isn't who you are." I could feel his eyes on me, searching for a connection, something to make me see reason, but all I felt was anger bubbling up inside me. "Yeah, well... I'm sorry for that," I said, my voice wavering. "Maybe you'd all be better off without me." Book 1: The Edge of Family βœ”οΈ Book 2: Back from the Edge