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𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖉 by azxshhh
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If you worship your sanity whatsoever, I beg for you to put this book down.
𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ⁿⁱᵃˡˡ ʰᵒʳᵃⁿ by befourness
befourness
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── ₊˚⊹ᰔ IN WHICH... the x-factor gave them much more than a music career, but life is full of changes. 𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘤
Built To Break by darkangelwriterx
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"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙." 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐲 has always been invisible-the quiet girl who learned to survive by staying small. She knows how to keep her head down, how to hide the bruises, how to pretend everything is fine. But when she's forced to start over at Elite High-her father's perfect school for perfect people-her world collides with his. 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 is the golden boy. The mayor's son. The flawless heir to a spotless legacy. Everyone loves him. Everyone needs something from him. Until he meets the girl with sad eyes and trembling hands-the one person who looks at him and sees straight through the shine. She's all soft edges and quiet defiance. He's all sharp smiles and restless guilt. And when their worlds intertwine, something beautiful-and dangerous-begins to bloom. Because love doesn't always heal. Some hearts are just built to break. - 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: golden boy × broken girl · high school angst · slow burn · trauma healing · "who did this to you?" · found comfort · small-town secrets · protective love · pain-turned-tenderness · emotional intimacy
The Devil's Wife | (18+) by keerat_writes2
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# BOOK 1 of the series - KALANK CHRONICLES ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting off his crisp, dark blazer. His hands were tucked into his pockets, jaw tight, eyes scanning the chaos below. For him, love had always been a trap, something that made him weak, dependent, and vulnerable. He wasn't about to fall into it again. Not now. Not ever. MISHIKA ARORA Meanwhile, inside the house, Mishika hummed softly, her bright scarf loosely draped over her shoulders as she stirred a cup of cocoa for her little niece. She believed in love, not in grand gestures or fairy-tale endings, but in quiet, heartfelt moments like this. Family first. Always. Their worlds are different, and yet, neither knew how close fate was about to bring them.