Penelope pouts her lips and squeezes her eyeballs shut, scrunching her nose. "What the hell are you doing?" "I'm thinking." "Looks like a lot of effort to think." ~~ Penelope is a local sunshine girl trying to get through life and make friends. She's always optimistic and tries to find the best in people, even if those people, are the ones that hurt her. Parker is a grumpy, mechanic. His mind is always racing and body always tense. He doesn't express himself way others do. He's cold, and arrogant, until a little sunshine comes into his life.

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

Scarlett Sovanna doesn't have time for nonsense-especially not the kind that wears a backwards cap and throws parties on Tuesday nights. As a dedicated ballerina at a top-tier arts college, her world revolves around perfect pirouettes, brutal rehearsals, and keeping her spot in the program. There's no room for distractions. Especially not him. Elliot Sinclair is college royalty-the star quarterback with a devil-may-care attitude and a line of admirers trailing behind him. He lives for the game, the thrill, and the spotlight. He and Scarlett couldn't be more different... except for one inconvenient truth: their families are practically intertwined. When Scarlett's dorm situation turns into a nightmare, the Sinclairs offer Elliot's guest room to her. Sharing a space with the person she finds most insufferable on campus? Not ideal. But as the walls come down, so do their assumptions about each other. What starts as chilly silence turns into heated banter. And somewhere between late-night talks and stolen glances, feelings develop. She's all discipline. He's all chaos. Together? They just might fall into something real.

There's this silence between us that stretches longer than it should, and it wraps around my chest like a weighted blanket. My throat tightens. I stare at him like I'm trying to memorise the face of someone who shouldn't exist. A dream made real. My lips part before I can stop myself. "Were you sent by my dad to take care of me?" The question hangs in the air, trembling like the last leaf in autumn. Aiden's gaze softens. His lips tug into the gentlest smile I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that could mend broken wings. "No" he whispers. "I volunteered." The words hit harder than I expect. Like a punch wrapped in silk. I gasp, air leaves me in a rush I can't reclaim. But before I can fully process what he's just said, he takes a step closer. His fingers ghost over my cheek, brushing away a tear I didn't realise had fallen. And then-he kisses me painfully slow. His hand cups the back of my neck, anchoring me to a moment I never want to end. And just when I think it's over, he pulls away just enough to look at me. His thumb traces the damp trail of tears down my cheek. He doesn't say anything. He just leans in again, and kisses them away. One by one. My tears. My pain. My silence. All kissed away by a boy who didn't come to save me because someone sent him. He came because he chose to.

Four years ago, Valentina Coppola was erased from the life she used to know. Accused of pushing her twin sister down the stairs of their home, she was sent to a boarding school for ill mannered ladies in Stockholm. An academy shaped like a prison. Years after the fall, she is brought back to Italy so that amends can be made. Older. Sharper. And still helplessly hurt by what happened years ago, Valentina must learn to navigate life with the brothers that didn't believe her, a father who shipped her away, and a twin sister who hides behind a fabricated lie. This time, Valentina has secrets of her own.

" I want to write poems on your skin with my lips" 17 years ago two girls were born into the Gilmore household with their mother being just a young girl herself Emily and Richard Gilmore wanted their daughter to get married to protect their reputation wanting a better life for her two daughters lorelai takes her children and starts a new life with just her rory and honey-the Gilmore girls Yes I am using the Gilmore twin plot for this story if you don't like it you don't have to read it Gilmore girls seasons 1-7 This isn't a slow burn like at all #1 in youngpregnancy #1 in yearinthelife #5 in Gilmore girls #2 in max medina

Emma Forester was supposed to help her brother keep Rory from falling for Jess little did she know that she would fall for him instead. 📚 "She takes on the pain and bares it on her own." 🌻 Most characters belong to gilmore girls Any mature content is between consenting fictional characters

The Falling Effect: When you do something that causes something else to happen (i.e. you fall down, you scrape your knee. Or you have sex, you get pregnant) Greyson Rhodes: a 27 year old tall, muscular, hot but arrogant, NHL hockey player, rich of course, and total fuck boy. Evelyn Lynch: a 5 foot 6 beautiful brunette, extrovert, book lover, 26 year old, owner of a bakery... and carrying NHL hockey player Greyson Rhode's baby? ~ What happens when a drunken one-night stand causes a lifelong accident? Greyson Rhodes First comes love, then comes marriages, then comes a baby in a baby carriage. That's how it goes right? Wrong. Notorious f-boy and pro hockey player Greyson Rhodes, doesn't fall in love, he doesn't get married, and he definitely does not have a baby in a baby carriage, or so he thought. Evelyn Lynch Evelyn wasn't the type of girl for one-night stands, but after a bad break up 4 months ago, that all changed. Living with Florida's most known playboy hockey player is one thing, falling in love with him, even though your father forbids it, is another... (BOOK 1 IN THE 'MIAMI MAVERICK SERIES') started: 7-23-22 completed: 10-19-22 edited: { #66 - baby } ~ 10/18/22 { #8 - onenightstand } ~ 10/18/22 { #1 - nhl } ~ 11/10/22 { #28 - pregnancy } ~ 10/18/22 { #57 - babydaddy } ~ 10/18/22 { #5 - hockey } ~ 10/18/22 { #1- nhlhockey } ~ 10/18/22 { #2 - hockeyplayer } ~ 11/19/22 { #17 - mature } ~ 1/6/23 { #1 - truelove} ~ 1/26/23

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ℐ𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒞ℴ𝓃𝓇𝒶𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓇 𝓂ℯℯ𝓉𝓈 ℐ𝓈𝓁𝒶 ℳℴ𝓃𝓉ℊℴ𝓂ℯ𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐞

Stella doesn't mind being stared at. People usually are, once she starts talking to empty spaces or pausing mid-sentence to listen to something no one else can hear. She has always noticed things others miss, quiet footsteps with no bodies, voices that linger after goodbyes, the way certain places feel heavier than they should. Ghosts find her easily. She's learned to be kind about it. When one particularly polite spirit leads her to a hospital in Forks, Stella assumes it's just another small favor for the dead. Instead, she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who feels wrong in a way she can't quite explain. Dead yet alive, too calm, too still, yet strangely familiar to the spirits that follow her. As Stella drifts between conversations with the living and the dead, she begins to wonder why ghosts linger around him, why the moon seems brighter around him, and why being different suddenly feels like it might matter. A whimsical, quietly strange Twilight fanfiction about unseen worlds, gentle magic, and finding someone who understands the parts of you no one else notices.