A JJ Maybank Fanfiction| In the Outer Banks, the Pogues live by one rule: nothing to lose, everything to gain. When Dove Dalles-artist, ex-competitive surfer, and JJ Maybank's longest-held secret-discovers an ancient letter buried in an abandoned house, the Pogues are thrust into a hunt for one of the most infamous treasures in history: Blackbeard's lost hoard. The discovery unravels secrets long hidden in the depths of the island and reveals a world of cryptic maps, sunken ships, and dangerous rivals who will stop at nothing to claim the fortune for themselves. As the group pieces together the clues, they find themselves facing challenges that test their courage, their loyalty, and their very survival. For Dove, the treasure represents more than adventure-it's a lifeline, a chance to break free from her fractured home and find the happiness she's always craved. But as the hunt unfolds, it forces her to confront long-hidden feelings for her best friend, JJ-whose reckless spirit masks feelings he's long buried. As the Pogues delve deeper into Blackbeard's shadowy legacy, they face rising tensions, life-threatening dangers, and truths that could either strengthen their unbreakable bond or tear them apart forever. Somewhere beneath the tides lies a secret worth dying for-but JJ and Dove will have to decide how much they're willing to sacrifice to claim it. I do not own Outerbanks, but this original story and Wren (Dove) Dalles, completely and utterly belongs to me. | Top Rankings. |#1 JJMaybank |#2 RafeCameron |#3 OBX |#1 Treasurehunt |#1 Hunt |#5 Treasure

Nothing ever really happened in Burnage. Nothing good anyway. Beatrice, Trix to her friends, always felt like she was waiting on something even remotely exciting to happen to save her from the mundane council estate on the outskirts of Manchester. Then, one day the Gallaghers moved in across the street and things weren't boring anymore. In fact, they weren't boring ever again. Liam is the best and loyal friend anyone could ask for until, that is, you catch feelings for his older brother... Starting in 1987 and the ensuing decade finishing around Be Here Now 1997 era. NoelxOC

It's 1987 and Maggie Mitchell is your designated, unfriendly, neighbourhood "goth girl". And when that neighbourhood is the council estate of Burnage in Manchester, Maggie has definitely not chosen the easy path in life. 17 years old and desperately waiting out the long, wet summer before she finally gets to spread her wings at college in London by working in Sifter's records she comes across one last final hurdle in her bid for freedom. A new employee that is the most insufferable, obnoxious bell end she's ever been unlucky enough to meet. Noel Gallagher is bored. 20 years old and fed up of being unemployed, on the dole and waiting to get out of Burnage somehow. As a loyal customer at Sifter's he sees a job opportunity going that'll get him where he wants to go quicker. One problem though. He'll have to work with the scary "goth girl". Fantastic.

It's 1994 and the UK is just about to be plunged into battle of the britpop. This is a battle Erin Gallagher, the youngest Gallagher, has little interest in taking part in. She is 17 and just trying to finish high school with some GCSE's. However that all changes when she unwittingly gets caught in the middle of the war when she strikes up an unlikely friendship crossing the class and britpop divide from behind enemy lines. AN: Fic set in 94-96 focusing on a Graham Coxon x OC relationship. There will be spicy content and this will be respectful of the fact the OC is young. I have lowered everyone else's age by 2 years to make any age gaps less intense. So Graham is 22, Noel 24 and Liam 18 at the start etc etc.

"Britain's prettiest, why don't you waste a few years by my side?" - Lillian Rose Parker has never been one to make friends with the enemy, but perhaps one charming Damon Albarn can be her exception. - ACT ONE: COMPLETED ACT TWO: COMPLETED ENDING: COMPLETED - Edits are still being made to chapters but the storyline is complete. In the same universe as all my other Britpop books

(COMPLETED) Charlotte Summers is the last virgin in her school; a school where taking virginity is a sport. The sport has five main contenders: Tyler Bradshaw, the mysterious bad boy; Alec Jennings, the all-star athlete; Ian Jameson, the cocky rich guy; Beckett Cartwright, the renowned genius; and Lucas Chandler, her best friend. With all these guys determined to win the title of the Virginator, will Charlotte make it out alive with her virginity? tumblr link for pictures: http://thelastvirginstanding.tumblr.com/ Cover by @WeAreAHurricane [#4 Teen Fiction / #4 Humor]

Avvertimenti: Contenuti forti «Hai mai fatto sesso telefonico?» domandò all'improvviso. La ragazza si sentì arrossire e, d'istinto, si coprì col lenzuolo, come se lui potesse vederla. "Ti chiamerò tutti i giorni alla stessa ora e parleremo insieme" le aveva detto lui, questa era la storia. Ma, presto, le loro conversazioni si erano riempite di parole poco innocenti, momenti di silenzio colmati da sospiri e confessioni che mai, nella vita, avrebbe pensato di poter fare. «No, ma mi piacerebbe che tu fossi qui con me» replicò, dando il via a quel gioco perverso e pericoloso. Non avrebbero mai dovuto spingersi così in là. *** «Dobbiamo smettere di sentirci, Jordan. Non chiamarmi più. Questo gioco è diventato troppo... pericoloso.»

"Mi mandi fuori di testa. Mi fai incazzare come nessuno mai prima. Sei dispotica, troppo sicura di te stessa, non mi dai retta e fai sempre di testa tua". "Ma ho anche dei difetti". *** Allacciate le cinture di sicurezza, il mondiale 2019 sta per iniziare, e le scintille non le vedremo soltanto in pista.

Hepsie e Luke Hemmings sono due gemelli, legati da un rapporto unico, figli di un latitante. Hepsie è pura, forte, di pietra. Luke è vissuto, fragile, di vetro. Ma qualcosa non va, ultimamente. Perché Luke, la notte, torna tardi, e l'azzurro dei suoi occhi non è più lo stesso di Hepsie. Ashton Irwin lo sa bene, cos'è che non va. Tratto dal testo: "Lo guardo. Lui smette il suo teatro che consisteva nel battere le mani, abbassare il collo ed esplodere dalle risate e ricambia il mio sguardo. "Hai finito?" gli chiedo, retoricamente e con l'acido nelle parole. Sulla sua faccia si dipinge un ghigno e "Abbiamo una nuova mafiosetta a scuola" afferma. Il ronzio che si era creato cessa. Vedo Luke di fianco a me e so che non vorrebbe vedere ciò che sto per fare. Mi avvicino al ragazzo ed alzo decisa il braccio, ed ho la mano rigida che si sarebbe schiantata contro la sua guancia se solo lui non avesse fermato il mio schiaffo, stringendomi forte il polso, ancora alzato." [21272 parole] [129kb]