This is an instagram fanfiction of George Smith x

Everyone knows Katniss and Peeta's story, but no one knows of the star crossed lovers from District 2. This is a clato fanfic from Clove's point of view. This tells the story of life before the games for the infamous tributes, and what went on during the games. Will the games drive them apart because as we all know one tribute comes out alive. I only own this fan fiction but all credit for The Hunger Games and it's characters go to Suzanne Collins.

"Sometimes, the right path isn't always the easiest one." Episodes IV-VII

⭐️ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ⭐️ ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴀʀ: #1 ɪɴ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴡᴀʀꜱ (2017) #1 ɪɴ ᴋʏʟᴏ (2021) #1 IN KYLOREN (2015-2022) #13 ɪɴ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ (2017) (𝕤𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕙𝕤 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕡.𝕧𝕚𝕚) started: december 20, 2015 finished: sometime early 2017 𝔻𝕀𝕊ℂ𝕃𝔸𝕀𝕄𝔼ℝ: *𝕚 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠 𝕚 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕖* (𝕚 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕚 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣)

What if Facebook existed in a galaxy far, far away?

*BRITTANY BROSKI APPROVED* RANKINGS: #1 - starwars 6/10/2019 #3 - kylo 6/10/2019 #3 - kyloren 6/10/2019 He made eye contact with me with those intense brown eyes, and his vision traveled down my body, looking at every curve and flaw. He got down to my feet and looked all the way back up, taking in every part of me. I was scared now. I had no control over my body because of The Force and the way he looked at me, greedily, hungrily, left me terror-stricken. Kylo Ren climbed up swiftly onto the bed so he was laying next to me. He supported himself with his right elbow and placed his left hand on my lower stomach. His gloved hand was massive. His thumb and pinkie extended from each of my hip bones. I shut my eyes tightly. My breath significantly quickened. I felt his hand graze up my stomach, and I could hear him breathing heavily. His hand continued it's slow path up my chest and to my exposed neck. I swallowed down an impulsive scream that I couldn't help from rising as I felt him lean in towards me. His black locks fell onto my face and they smelled of mint. His hand was gently resting on my neck and his hot breath was on my ear. My heart was pounding and I was sure he could feel it. "It was so hard for me not to ravish you in front of everyone in Tunstead." His lips grazed my cheekbone. "The sensation was almost overpowering. You're lucky I have . . . Self-control." _____ This book is for readers who can handle maturity, violence, and who have a true appreciation for not only Kylo Ren/Adam Driver's beauty but for the Star Wars universe! Highest rank: #33 in Fanfiction! #2 in Star Wars! Copyright 2016 @ flywithmyjetpack . Please do not copy or steal my story/ideas. I don't own any part of the Star Wars episodes. I don't own any part of the characters or plot of Star Wars. However, THIS plot and most characters in this book are mine so please don't copy or mock my stories!

When George Smith, the "straight" high school kid, falls for the new boy in town, Reece Bibby, he soon figures out why he's never really been interested in girls. But Reece has a shady past, can George get Reece to trust him enough to open up? And does Reece feel the same? **possible trigger warnings** started: April 1st, 2018 finished: May 6th, 2019

"Promise me?" "I promise."

○○○•COMPLETED•○○○ Sabrina Carpenter × Reader (girl) ~Fluff book ~ You're a photographer working for your dad's photography company, when your best friend Kylee takes you to a Sabrina Carpenter concert for the first time. You can't help but capture Sabrina's beauty as you're mesmerized by her gorgeous blonde hair, striking blue eyes and breathtaking voice. The next day you post those pictures online and Sabrina's team wants you to become her personal photographer. Throughout your journey you find out Sabrina's secret and fall in love with her. Read to go through your photography journey with Sabrina!

when your dad marries his mum, but theirs' isn't the only relationship ❁ ❁ ❁ - blake richardson highest: #2 under blakerichardson #1 under richardson #5 under newhopeclub #1 under georgesmith