Sadie. Younger sister of Ryan Blaney. 3rd grade teacher in Nashville. Ex-Girlfriend, Best Friend, and Baby Mama of Chase Rice. Girlfriend to Morgan Wallen. Not that the world knows that one. Sadie never wanted a life in the public eye. To be known as 'Ryan's sister' like her other sisters, so she hid herself. She went by a different name around the track until she graduated high school, never to be seen since. What happens once all these connections come to light because of a slip up? How quickly can Sadie's world go from calm, to chaos?

It's an ordinary day at the office for Camilla until a string of voicemails and texts sends her mind into a frenzy. The tone of the messages is romantic, flirty, and intentional and they're making it impossible to focus on her upcoming meeting. What follows is one unbelievable evening.

She arrives in the city hoping to disappear. After her older brother's sudden death, Katherine leaves behind the only home she has ever known, carrying nothing but grief and the belief that distance might quiet the past. In a place where no one knows her name, she builds a life in silence-working mornings in a small café on the edge of a busy financial district, learning how to exist without being seen. Before she leaves, she finds a hidden box in her brother's room. Inside are letters she was never meant to see. Most of them are simple at first-ordinary words, familiar handwriting, fragments of care she doesn't fully let herself read. She only opens a few before closing the box again, leaving the rest untouched as if keeping them sealed might keep something else from unraveling. In the city, life settles into routine. Early mornings. Familiar faces. The comfort of being unknown. It should be enough. But it isn't. A man begins to pass through her world each day-always at the same time, always just out of reach of notice. He does not speak to her. He does not look at her like she is anything more than part of the background. And she does not recognize him. Not once. And yet, something about his presence begins to linger where memory should be clear. As fragments of her brother's past begin to surface in small, unsettling ways, Katherine starts to understand that distance does not always mean escape-and some things follow you quietly, long after you think you've left them behind.

Nikova expected silence, structure, control, the kind of life you build when you're trying to survive medical school without losing your mind, was that too much to ask?? What she didn't expect was to walk into her dorm, drop her bags, and find a shirtless guy in the kitchen cooking like he owned the whole campus, like she was the one intruding. Nathan, Second-year, Campus obsession, Cocky, annoyingly attractive, and way too comfortable for someone who technically wasn't even supposed to be there. Mixed dorms weren't allowed. Not here. Not anywhere. So either the system messed up... or someone was lying. What starts as sharp arguments and sarcastic jabs quickly turns into something messier, late-night tension, lingering looks, and a kind of chaos neither of them can control. Nikova isn't the type to fall for pretty faces and ego, and Nathan isn't used to being challenged, let alone ignored. But somewhere between stolen moments, reckless teasing, and the pressure of a life they're both trying to hold together, lines blur. And the real problem isn't that they're not supposed to live together, it's that they might not want to stop.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐧, 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐩. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬." "𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐝𝐨?" 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭." ~~~~~~~ Delilah Winters has been in love with Kyro Maddox for years. He's a bully. Feared by everyone... except her. When he finally turns his attention on her, she doesn't break. She plots. Because Delilah isn't just some girl with a crush. She's a mastermind. And she's going to make him love her back. Content note: This story includes themes of bullying, insecurity, and mild references to disordered eating, as well as romantic tension and suggestive language.

He's my greatest secret, lust, fix, addiction, and mistake. Loving him will destroy me. The gentleman would have protected my heart. I chose the villain who's going to stop it. _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ "You keep pushing me away." Julien his voice drops to a dangerous, intimate silk. His other hand settles on my waist, pulling me an inch closer, his touch heavy and dominant. I can feel the heat of him through my dress, a reminder of every reason I shouldn't let him close. "Tell me the truth, Gia, are you scared of me, or scared you won't wanna stop once I start?" "Shut up. I'm not going anywhere with you." He holds my phone up in front of us, the screen illuminating a ghostly blue. His thumb dances over the glass with a practiced ease and I watch as he jabs in my passcode and then with a few swipes unblocks his number. "You'll do exactly what I say." _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ But Max.... I'm just supposed to be his new Collateral. He shouldn't look at me like something more. I'm not the girl they think they're fighting over. I'm the price of their war. Ecstasy always comes with a cost. I just didn't know I'd be the one to pay it.

Brayden Wolf doesn't like people. While other kids played and laughed, he stayed quiet - in books, screens, and the comfort of being alone. He didn't need friends. He didn't want them. He prefers distance. Silence. Control. Then Stephanie came into his life. She was loud, warm, and impossible to ignore. For the first time, Brayden found himself watching someone... thinking about someone... needing someone. She thinks she knows him. She doesn't Years pass, and the feeling never fades. Because the truth Brayden refuses to admit is the one thing he can't escape. Stephanie was never just his sister. Stephanie is everything to him. But is he everything to Stephanie?

Supernatural fan fiction with a Jewish mystic twist. (It's a reupload.)

Maggie has spent years building a life that feels safe. Widowed and raising two daughters, she has learned how to keep the world steady, predictable, and firmly within her control. Love stories are something she writes, not something she trusts in real life. Tripp Corsair lives in a world built on speed and risk. A veteran NASCAR driver, he knows how to handle pressure on the track. Off it, he's still trying to figure out how to be the father his daughter needs and how to bridge the distance that fame and failure have created between them. When their daughters' friendship pulls them together, a temporary summer arrangement turns into something neither of them expected. Sharing space was supposed to make things easier for the girls. It wasn't supposed to expose the cracks in the careful lives they've built. But as old grief resurfaces for Tripp and new threats test everything Maggie thought was secure, she's forced to confront a truth she's spent years avoiding: safety isn't something you build alone. And sometimes the bravest thing you can do isn't surviving the storm. It's letting someone stand beside you when it hits.