What happens when an 18-year-old starts romanticizing his toxic relationship and ignore all the red flags?

And as he ran into the night, the flames behind him got higher and higher, lighting up the dark sky, out shining the stars. Noah Harper has had a great life. Good grades, loving parents who had amazing jobs with amazing checks, and everything he could ever want. His mother one of the "best police officers in town", and his father the owner of the most popular car dealership chain in the state. However, he wondered what would happen if he broke one of his parents rules...and he had always had one rule in mind. "Don't go near Alex Hattaway." But gosh, did he want to so badly. He wanted him. When he looked at him, he saw danger. And he liked danger. There had always been rumors around town that Alex was no good and would set fire to old buildings, and that his family had something to do with the Mafia. His mother had been trying so hard to catch the boy with even a lighter, maybe a match, but to no avail. But Noah wanted to play with the fire, even if it burned him. Alexander Hattaway, better known as Alex, was not your basic 18 year old. In fact, he was far from it. He had had a deep liking for fire ever since he saw it for the first time when he was Six. He had seen it coming from his fathers cig, and ever since he's been obsessed. He had started small, lighting things like trash and sticks on fire when he was 10 and would steal his fathers lighter. But as he got older, he slowly moved up to old things his parents through out, couches, rugs, everything they through out was his to burn. And now, here he is, 18 and burning down entire buildings. He loved what he did, it was just so amazing to him. Though he was like this, he had made a promise to himself. When he finds himself a boyfriend, he will love him hard. He would burn down the world for him. literally. This is my own original work, please do not steal it. Please read the description chapter at the beginning. enjoy!

Lucy Anne. An Eighteen year old girl, inexperienced. She feels as if she's missed out on life. A couple of people reassures her, that she's just starting New friendships, leading to some relationships, heartfelt, and even some heartbreak. A story about a teenage girl that just wants to take risks. When all she wants is to just feel the wind blowing in her hair, the adrenaline, the love. ⁠♡ 16+ (mild profanity, & smut) 𓂃

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When things with his step brother finally escalate too far and Gabe gets seriously injured, he's sent to stay with another family for a while. Unfortunately the guy Gabe's sharing bunk beds with has taken an instant dislike to him for no apparent reason.

When the cameras turn off, the jokes usually stop. But after Louis drops a line that sticks in Tyler's head, sleep becomes impossible. A late-night Instagram scroll leads to a panicked two-in-the-morning double-tap on an old photo. Can Tyler play it cool before their next stream, or did he just get caught red-handed? this is my first time making a fanfiction and since no won made a fanfic of them i.m doing so please if you not interested don't read #louisayy # Tyler vitelli #smut #bl # Tylerayy :D

𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: Straight Friends 𓀡 ( Writing ) Start - Early 2023 End - Wednesday, March 6 2024 #1 - Gaymafia-Wed, Aug 30 #1- boyxboylovestory - 26 July 2023 #1- Highschoolgay - 21 June 2023 #3 - Mafiagay - 20 March 2024 #29- boyxboyromance - 10 Oct 2024 #50 - Mafialove - 10 Oct 2024 #2 - blb - 9 March 2025 © 2024 T244388 All rights reserved. No part of this story may be used, reproduced, distributed, or posted anywhere without the explicit written consent of the author.

The war has finished, people can now come out of hiding, and Voldemort is finally dead. For many people this victory means never ending peace, but for three people in particular- it is their worst nightmare. Harry Potter's Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and their son- Harry's cousin- Dudley. Petunia's hatred for the boy stimulated from a mixture of jealousy and pure resentment. Vernon's hatred for the boy began from the single fact that everything he has ever believed in regarding magic- was a lie. He hates everything completely out of what he deems 'normal' and in his eyes Harry is most definitely not normal because he is a wizard. Dudley however is a different story all together. His hatred for Harry simply began because his parents have always hated him- and therefore he thought it was perfectly fine. After they were all forced into hiding when the war really began, he thought a lot and concluded that he never did hate Harry. Seventeen years of misguided anger towards his cousin when really it should have been his parents for making him believe he was nothing less than an animal. Three years have passed since the war ended and Dudley has managed to buy his first house, is a successful businessman and is in the process of planning his wedding with his fiancé - who he met whilst they were in hiding in a small village. One letter changes everything though for the now twenty-one year old- a letter from Harry informing him that he wants to get back in contact. Will Dudley finally be able to show Harry he has genuinely redeemed himself and is no longer spoiled brat?

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

Qibli isn't normal, and Winter is impossibly cold, distant, and infuriatingly perfect. Naturally, Qibli can't resist messing with him. Teasing turns into late walks, reluctant companionship, and stolen moments that feel far too real. Before either of them knows it, Winter's icy walls are cracking-and suddenly, neither can deny the pull between them. Or: Qibli annoys his way into an Ice Prince's heart