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THE ART OF LOVING | lord tewksbury by wordsbysteph
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[COMPLETED on 01/11/2021] "don't you dare fall in love with me, tewksbury. i might have to kill you if you do." - two teenagers. an arranged marriage. both determined to rid themselves of each other. but what happens when one unexpectedly falls for the other? [events happen after Enola Holmes]
𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 ❀ ᴛᴇᴡᴋᴇꜱʙᴜʀʏ₁ by preciselyconfused
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𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚- the love of flowers "𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞?" "𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞" in which a girl runs away with her sister and meets a boy who teaches her that being independent isn't always the answer or a girl runs away with her sister and meets a boy who teaches her that maybe being alone is safer based on enola holmes 1 highest rankings: #100 in flowers (14.8k) #294 in detective (26.8k) #45 in enolaholmes (1k) #24 in tewkesbury (192) #27 in partridge (590)
Where violets grow (Bridgerton FANFIC) by aegonswife
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In the opulent realm of London's elite, Lord Tewkesbury, the newly appointed Viscount of Basilwether, grapples with the burdens of his title after the unexpected death of his father. As he and his grandmother arrive at their Mayfair townhouse, Tewkesbury feels like an outsider in a world buzzing with social intricacies and veiled agendas. While his grandmother eagerly seeks suitable matches for him, Tewkesbury's heart is not in the pursuit of a bride-he is more interested in the enigmatic Penelope Featherington, whose intelligence and charm captivate him. As the social season unfolds, each lavish ball and whispered rumor pulls Tewkesbury deeper into a web of expectations and intrigue. Torn between familial duty and his own desire for independence, he must navigate the complexities of high society, where love is rarely straightforward and the stakes are perilously high. Will he find a way to embrace his new life without sacrificing his heart, or will he succumb to the pressures of tradition? Amidst the glimmering façade of the ton, true connection may be the greatest prize of all, challenging him to redefine what love really means in a world obsessed with appearances.
𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 by alismultiversewp
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"𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 '𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦'." --- 💌 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 { Currently being revised and edited } is an original One Direction fanfic, where the main OC is becomes the sixth and only girl member of One Direction. ‼️ This story will contain the use of drugs, alcohol, instances of panic attacks, mental health, mature or troubling scenes, etc. So please be wary when reading this story. It's a heavy story, meant to reflect a lot of realistic issues. ‼️ Not available for translation, nor for animation/illustration. Do not copy this story, nor the plot lines that take place. This remains strictly an English-created story on my Wattpad profile only. --- "And Harry? Oh love..." A small sigh escaped her lips while she studied my face carefully, patiently. I slightly frowned, waiting for her to continue when she placed a hand over her heart like she felt it would burst. She looked over to her son, observing the familiar boy with chestnut curls and eyes - the ones that shone with nothing but love for even the smallest things around him. My own emotions felt too heavy to handle, and what I felt for him was bigger than any capacity my rib cage could contain within its bounds. It'll never be fair. The look on his face when I had told him to never look me in the eyes again... it shattered what was left of my dignity when his desperation existed so abundantly. I'll never get to love him the way I want, so I'll have to settle for loving him the way I can. At two arm's distance. Anne's eyes were somber when she shifted her gaze upon me, like she could feel the heavy ache deep within me without the need for either of us to say a word. "That boy would write symphonies about you with the sweetest melodies... if Simon would let h