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He's popular but he loves being alone..will she change that

𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦,𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺,𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. -"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚,𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌?"- -"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺"- -"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭"-

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧 𝟏𝟖 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝟐𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

Juniper Perlin - or Junie, as everyone calls her - ruled the halls since elementary school. Loud, bold, unbothered. Ezra Harrison? Quiet. Calculated. Never without a book and never without something smart to say. In middle school, they couldn't stand each other - and honestly, that might be putting it lightly. Junie used to make his life hell. Ezra never forgot. But high school changes people. And when senior Ezra ends up tutoring junior Junie in Algebra and Biology, the old tension turns into something new. Something intense. Something neither of them were ready for. From whispered apologies to secret smiles in art class, to truck rides, late-night study sessions, and a kiss that shifted everything - their story unfolds in slow, soft moments.

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪: 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 ; the act of loving someone who loves you back; a love returned in 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 ᥫ᭡ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 a girl experiences heart break, but she finds someone to heal the broken pieces back together. 𝔲𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔫 fiction | contemporary lit. book ONE in the romanticize series! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 4.26.24 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 fully 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 6.11.25 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 11.12.24 kaylaasdiary productions © completed ☻

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."