Liz finally gets an opportunity to run away from her abusive father. With nowhere to go, she decides to go to her best (and only) friend; Stiles. Together they've fought mythical monsters online and they've become good friends. What happens when she chooses to get in the middle of all the hidden conflict of Beacon Hills? Set in no particular season.

𝐃.𝐌|18+ ✨Paper&Hardback available through Amazon/link in bio After expulsion from Durmstrang, Mara thought that transferring to Hogwarts would finally be her big break. -And maybe it would've been, if she weren't caught between two boys, both polar opposites... And a dark past that seems to follow her no matter how far or fast she runs. [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄/𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄] ⛈NO TRANSLATIONS Started 01/08/20 - Completed 15/01/21 #1 in #HarryPotter, #4 in #FanFiction

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Aimé is een meisje van 16 jaar dat voor de eerste keer in haar leven naar een school gaat. Ze is ontsnapt uit het spionneninstituut en wil nu net zoals iedere tiener een leventje opbouwen. Niemand mag weten wie ze echt is. In het verhaal leert ze de badboy van school kennen, Blake. Blake en Mason blijken totaal niet overeen te komen met elkaar, een akelige spanning ontstaat iedere keer als die 2 in elkaars buurt komen. Maar hoe is dat gebeurt? Vroeger waren ze nog beste vrienden? Wat zal er gebeuren als die ene persoon er achter komt dat ze een spion is? En waarom is Blake zo beschermend tegenover Aimé ? Een boek vol spanning, avontuur en natuurlijk liefde. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 'Men zegt dat een tong 1 van de sterkste spieren is in je lichaam. Zin om te vechten?' 'Sorry, ik wil niet al die verschillende smaken lipstick in men mond.' 'Hoe wil je jouw eitje morgenochtend, gekookt, gebakken of bevrucht?' 'Je kan waarschijnlijk niet eens bakken of koken, laat staan bevruchten.' 'Ik wil je wel iets te drinken geven maar ik zou jaloers zijn op het glas.' 'Oh oke, geef me dan liever het geld van het drankje.' 'Jouw broek zou er heel leuk uit zien op mijn slaapkamervloer.' 'Cool , je kan dezelfde kopen in de primark voor 15 euro.' 'Kus me als ik verkeerd ben maar dinosaurussen bestaan toch nog ?' 'Nee je bent juist, 1 van de lelijkste soorten staat voor me.' Zijn ogen waren speels, haar reacties waren gemeend, maar niet voor hem. Voor hem was zij gewoon een nieuwe uitdaging. #4 romantiek- 24/04/16 #3 romantiek- 28/04/16 TRAILER : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AnF_eFSEjI&feature=youtu.be WAARSCHUWING Bevat mogelijks; scheldwoorden, intieme scenes, ... Alle rechten voorbehouden aan MeisjeXOX. Gelieve dit verhaal niet te kopiëren. Als je ziet dat mijn verhaal gekopieerd is of nagemaakt wordt , gelieve me dit te zeggen zodat ik er voor kan zorgen dat er verdere gevolgen zullen zijn.

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

Captivating and dangerous is the way people describe Thea Valerio. The heart of the Valerio's lies in her hands. Mysterious and intimidating is the way people describe Ezra Angel . The life of the Angels are in his hands. What happens when a Angel unexpectedly comes into Thea's life?

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }