discontinued ‼️ when a certain teammate makes azzi and paige question everything they thought they figured out...

when azzi starts wanting to know more about a certain teammate of paige's... pazzixfoc

"i guess you can say it was destiny, Destiny." "gosh you're so corny." IN WHICH...two girls unexpectedly meet by the hands of a hotel desk lobby mix-up. paige bueckers x fem!oc (purely fiction) van1llaemerald 2025 #1 in basketball as of 08/12/2025 #13 in lesbian as of 09/08/2025

"What Usher said??" "Started when we was younger you was my" "MY BOO" 🤞🏾

" we'll never be those kids again.. " 2 best friends who used to date, regain feelings.. what happens next??? 𝘈 𝘡𝘈𝘙𝘐2𝘛𝘈𝘊𝘛 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘋𝘜𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 *+

Best Sugarhill book out there tbh. Notti will be alive. In which a girl comes back to NY to see things weren't how it was when she left.

He's humming again. Humming should be a soothing sound with dulcet tones that carry on in a wordless melody. It should be something that helps you close your eyes, relax, and drift away. That isn't how it goes with him. His hum is slow and disconcerting. The irregular, dissonant chords leave my heart pounding against my rib cage. I heard it before I started running, but I couldn't figure out what song it was - not until now; not until I was standing face to face with him with one of his hands wrapped tightly around my throat. London Bridge Is Falling Down. Coming from his lips, the nursery rhyme about Virgin Mary seems so unholy - so dark and so wicked. It does good as a promise - a warning for whatever hell he's about to unleash. When his humming slows to an abrupt stop, he presses the gun under my chin. He forces me to stare into his green, hellish eyes. I suck in an uneven breath. He revels in my fear. My body shakes before him, and I can see gratification in the way he smiles with sick satisfaction. "Oh, you poor, poor thing," He tuts, forcing a frown as he drags the cold metal of his pistol down the side of my face, tauntingly. "You don't even realize what you've done, do you?" - Allie Vera is struggling to make ends meet to support herself and her baby sister. Desperate, she takes the opportunity to become a waitress at an uprising strip club in New York. When she accidentally discovers something hidden in the walls of the club, she comes to a horrifying discovery that this club is only one of many cover-ups for something much bigger than she could ever imagine. Horrified yet determined to save herself and protect her baby sister, she makes a deal. - Ranking(s): #1 in punk #1 in dark #1 in Harry #1 in 1directionfanfic

He lets go of the hem of my underwear that snaps back harshly onto my skin. He lifts my hand out of his hair, drops it in my lap and walks out. He knows exactly what he just did. - Skylar St. James and Harry Styles once dated in high school, which somehow seems like a lifetime ago after about 3 and a half years apart. When their worlds collide once again, will they be too different to be civil when they really need to be, or will they even want to? /// Contains mature language and concepts read at your own risk. ((story incomplete))

**mature** "We accept the love we think we deserve." ― Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower "I would do anything for you, you know that right?" I ask her. "Harry, we can't." She pushes back slightly, as I lean down to place a kiss on her neck. "Hunter." "Does Hunter touch you like I do? Does he make you feel good?" My fingers inch lower down her stomach. Her whimper was the only thing I wanted to hear. "My brother doesn't make you feel the way I do, you know it." Highest rank - #1 in harry ***DISCLAIMER: WRITTEN WHILST 14!!*** © All rights reserved to @FineMelodyxx.

❝Most mothers warn girls like you, about boys like me.❞ ❝Well, my mother told me to do whatever the hell I wanted to.❞ /// ©-nudes 2016 ranked #192 in fanfiction mature content.