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Madilane Gonzalez, one of Kildare's two Kook princesses, is a 19-year-old girl. Sarah Cameron, her best friend, and they are, of course, Pogues to their core. Madilane is naturally pampered and an only child because her family owns one of the largest law firms on the Outer Banks. When Madilane returns from her first year of college, appearing somewhat more mature, Rafe Cameron-the one person to avoid-can't seem to get his mind off of her. Is it ever possible for love and passion to coexist peacefully? Madilane becomes a little reckless and pushes herself to the edge to see how far she can avoid Rafe Cameron. Read the book and see if they could ever truly make it work:) English is not my first language Book contains: Smut-drugs-abuse-profanity Does not follow the story line to OBX Hi guys, this is my first ever book, so please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. I will try my best to make sure there are no grammatical mistakes. Happy reading! I do not own OBX characters; I own Madilane, Isabel, and Carlos Gonzalez. Please don't copy my work, as I worked really hard on my writing! THIS IS NOT REAL - TOTAL FAN FICTION AND IS FALSE! #1 in Kooks ~ 5/18/26

#1- 1990s [15/02/26] #2 - 1990s [07/01/26] #61 - Wattpad [06/07/26] #72 - Wattpad [20/03/2026] #126 - Wattpad [15/02/26] #147 - Wattpad [30/01/26] #164 - Wattpad [23/01/26] #172 - Wattpad [11/01/26] Her mother watched her for a moment, then spoke again-this time more deliberate, like she was counting beads on a mala. "Aur sirf roti banana hi kaafi nahi hota, Janvi," she said, turning the tawa. Janvi looked up. "Toh aur kya-kya hota hai maa?" Her mother sighed, not tired-just seasoned. "Sab kaam seekhne padte hain. Kapde dhona, bartaan manjhna, subah sabse pehle uthna..." She continued, as if listing everyday items from memory. "Saree pehnna dhang se, pallu sambhalna, ghunghat mein chalna..." Janvi wrinkled her nose. "Ghunghat mein? Maa, dikhega bhi kuch ya bas andhere mein hi chalna padega? Nah baba nah, hum gir gaye toh...Hum nahi daalenge ghunghat vunghat." Her mother smiled briefly but didn't stop. "Aur baat-baat par zubaan sambhalni hoti hai. Bade-buzurgon se izzat se baat, aur..." she paused for half a second, then added, "Pati jo kahe, usse bhi tameez aur adab se sunna hota." Janvi's hands stilled again. "Har baat?" "Har baat," her mother replied quietly. The silence stretched, broken only by the hiss of a roti puffing up. Janvi looked down at the dough stuck to her fingers, then muttered, half-joking, half-serious, "Maa, yeh sasural hai ya gulaami?" Her mother let out a soft, knowing laugh. "Dono samajh le," she said. She handed Janvi a finished roti. "Isliye kehti hoon-yahan seekh le. Baad mein wahan koi sikhata nahi, bas umeed karta hai..aur umeedo pe nahi khade utarne pe sirf taane."

What if Maddie had a twin that was a better dancer well she does now! meet Amelia/Lia Ziegler born September 30th, Maddie Ziegler's Twin sister, and older sister to Mackenzie Ziegler, She grew up dancing at the Abby Lee Dance Company, when an exiting opportunity for a reality show Dance moms a Crazy Ride starts. Will Lia be the best dancer on the team? can she handle that pressure? we will all find out on the dance floor.

An Omega who married a rich alpha because of his drying grandma's wish is now stuck in loveless and painful marriage. Can a marriage built on resentment become something worth fighting for, or will some wounds remain too deep to heal?

She is a good friend of his old teammate and mentor. She gets invited to the start of the new season in Qatar. Not only to support her friend, but also to get away from it all. He is a protégé of the big Valentino Rossi. It's his 3rd season in MotoGP and there are high expectations. But he misses something, he needs someone he can rely on. Someone who's honest and someone who knows how it works. - A fanfic on Marco Bezzecchi, with mentioning of all of the academy boys, some girlfriends and MotoGP riders. I do not own or know any of them, I create my own characters, based on what's known and what's public. I don't want to offend anyone with this book.

"Listen to me carefully," the woman said and grabbed his chin tightly to forcefully make him look into her eyes, "Love and happiness are two things people like you can't have, honey. You're probably wondering why. But it's easy to explain: the only thing everyone cares about is the family you were born into. It doesn't matter what you think or what's inside of you. You'll survive by wearing a mask and not letting anyone find out about your most vulnerable side. It's unfair, isn't it? Well, that's just how life is. That's why you're going to marry Jeon Jungkook and be the quiet, reserved and classy husband everyone expects you to be. You'll look pretty and obey, raise your future children and keep your head high up, do you understand?" Jimin was only eighteen when his father Park Woosung decided to marry him off. "People can be really cruel sometimes, you know. I'm scared of him. I don't want to end up like my mother... I want freedom." Not really having a choice, he agreed. "If you want freedom, do what my sister did. Leave this all behind." Knowing his family's curse followed him everywhere, he desperately tried to escape their disturbing secrets. "He wouldn't let me." Only to find himself trapped in another vicious circle. "You know, you kind of remind me of Ellin. She used to be the most innocent person in this house, yet there was something so incredibly sad about her. Even if she seemed older than her actual age, sick and tired of this world, I would always see a scared and helpless child when I looked at her." #Jikook Inspired by: Secession Studios- Lucifer's Waltz

"Mommy, your tits are fucking perfect. I could suck on them for hours. The way they fit in my hands... fuck, I want to watch you feed our baby someday. Want to see these beautiful breasts full of milk. But right now? Right now they're mine. Only mine. Let me worship them, Mommy. Please." I'm 33 years old, and I just had my first orgasm. Not by myself-I'd figured that part out years ago, in the dark, while my husband snored beside me. No, this was different. This was given to me. I'm not supposed to be here-naked in a stranger's bed, covered in marks I'll have to hide, still trembling from watching a 22-year-old lose himself in my breasts like they're his salvation. I'm supposed to be home. Making dinner. Being the dutiful wife to Vikram, who hasn't really looked at me in a decade. Being the ignored mother to my fifteen-year-old twins, who see me as the woman who cooks and cleans, nothing more. Aarav Kapoor. 22 years old. Domestic cricket player training for nationals. All lean muscle and easy smiles and eyes that actually SAW me when he looked my way. He took me to bed-not his bed, but mine. The bed I share with my husband. Today, he touched me like I mattered. Kissed me like he meant it. Put his mouth on me in ways my husband called "degrading." Made me come so many times I lost count. He called me his. Called me Mommy while he begged to fill me. Told me he'd make me leave my husband, that we'd build a life together, that he'd make the national team and give me everything I deserved. And god help me, I believed him. Cheater. Homewrecker. Cradle robber. But I'm also a woman who spent sixteen years being treated like furniture. Who endured a husband's affairs in silence. Who raised children alone while married. Who forgot what it felt like to be touched with desire instead of duty. So yes, I'm having an affair. Yes, this is wrong by every conventional standard. But it's the first thing that's felt right in over a decade. Let's begin.

The Villainess Who Was Loved Too Late Priscilla Ali Davis was born into wealth, but never into love. Raised by a family that punished every mistake and demanded perfection, Priscilla grew into a woman society loved to hate-the arrogant, jealous, and infamous countess who would do anything to win the heart of Duke Forrest Ace Atwood. But Forrest never loved her. When his heart belongs to another woman, Priscilla's obsession drives her to commit an unforgivable act, sending her to prison for the rest of her life. Years later, abandoned and dying alone, Priscilla makes one final wish: "If I could live again, I would do everything differently." When she opens her eyes, she is twenty years old once more--but in the body of the very woman she once hated. With a second chance at the life she destroyed, Priscilla vows never to chase the Duke again. But fate has other plans. Because the more she tries to stay away from Forrest, the closer he comes to the woman she has become. And when the Duke finally falls in love with her... he may already be loving the villainess he once despised.

For Nanzai, freedom had always been the goal when she chose to disappear from her hell of a home in the rich and tranquil Gigiri. Landing in the loud and struggling streets of Embakasi was supposed to be a new start, but life proved to be a depressing joke. This when her poorest decision embodied in an ambitious bastard of a man determined to fuck up everyone to aid his journey out of the block turns her freedom into a giant debt riddled prison and leaves her in the middle of a revenge plan. For Ochieng's routes, paying protection to his cartel is mandatory until intel of a woman who has dodged payments for six months reaches him. It doesn't help the case after he discovers that she never paid for route entry. To add to the growing list of her offenses against him, she is not only under his enemy Omari's Sacco, but also his ex-girlfriend. Deciding to hunt her down himself, he ends up stumbling upon a complicated mess embodied in a woman far too captivating for him to ignore.

Ishaan Oberoi known for his brutality and cunning reputation for getting what he wants, no matter the cost . But when he lays eyes on Aarav something shifts within him . He's drawn to the young man's fiery spirit and captivating smile . _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Aarav a 18 year old boy from "Manipur" his petite features gives him an ethereal look as a collage student he navigates the world with a gentle soul and vulnerable heart He was living a simple life , until the day he's kidnapped by the ruthless mafia leader Ishaan. ................ It is an Indian bl based on my imagination 💜 This is my first time writing a story. It will contain :- Abuse 18+ Torture R@pe Kidnapping Forced marriage Obsession If you don't like reading this kind of story then don't read. Mature part will be marked as 🔞⚠️

The war is over. But for Hermione Granger, the nightmare didn't end at Hogwarts. She's becoming quieter. Distant. Afraid. Then one night, Draco Malfoy finds her alone in the corridor-hurt, crying, and begging him not to tell anyone. Someone is hurting Hermione. And they've only just begun. TW: abuse, and selfharm!!

A noble's wife has many roles to play: a status symbol of her husband, a negotiating asset for the family, a decorative piece to complete the household. And yet, when Duke Martin the Second of Donau acquires Mary, a woman from a neighboring conquered nation... well, he gets far more than he bargained for. The story is already completed on AO3.

WHAT SHE NEVER SAID From the outside, KATSEYE's life looks perfect. Six girls. One dream. Sold-out shows, endless rehearsals, cameras everywhere, and fans who think they know everything about them. But sometimes, the people closest to you can hide the biggest secrets. Manon has been acting different lately. She's stressed, distant, and constantly distracted by her phone. When Lara finally asks what's wrong, Manon gets angry and insists that everything is fine. Lara wants to believe her. But something doesn't feel right. As the girls become more suspicious, Manon finds herself struggling to keep a secret that she's not even ready to admit to herself. And sometimes... the hardest thing to say is the truth. Six girls. One secret. And one friendship that might change everything. 💗

2:22am. That was the exact time you took your last breath. Your blood dripping from my fingertips, the smell of your Versace cologne wafting in the air and your dull and now lifeless body on our once snow white carpeted floor. I dropped to my knees, my eyes stinging with salty tears as I immediately went to taste your lips for what I refused to believe would be the last time that I would feel you. I gripped your body as tight as I could. Almost as tight as your hands would find their way around my neck most days, cutting off my air supply ever so often, and having my heart skip a beat in my aching chest. I put my ear to your heart, hoping I would hear a faint skip like my own, but I found myself met with the flattest of all tones. Wishing it was me instead of you who was lying there, beautiful and still. I was the one who deserved to die. Not even for what I had done- but for all the things I had thought about doing to you one day, if I had the opportunity. And now, there I was. I hated myself for it. But you had left me no choice. This was the only choice you had ever given me. In 16 years, 192 months, 5844 days, 140160 hours, and 8415360 minutes- this was the first and only time that I could make a decision about how something was going to go, how something was going to play out. How my life was going to be. 2:22. Somehow, I just knew in that moment, I was in the right place at the right time. Dedication goes wholeheartedly to any and all domestic violence victims, especially those closest to me. ❥ ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2022-2026

Some stories are sweet, with that romantic and cliché ending, but ours is bitter with an ending that no one would ever think of. To the world, Kim Taehyung is untouchable, a global superstar with millions of fans and a life that appears flawless from the outside. But behind the cameras and flashing screens lies a different reality. One filled with reckless drives, sleepless nights, cigarette smoke, and a vintage white Mustang that keeps his obsession with speed, races, and crashes alive. When Lee Hyejin, a countryside girl, becomes his new manager, she's over the moon to assist her favourite idol and live her delulus, unaware of what lies beneath his perfect-boy façade. The deeper Hyejin falls into his world, the more she begins to lose herself in it. But a question she tries to hide, keeps on rising again- The day she saw his White Mustang... ⚠️ ATTENTION ⚠️ Read the Author's Note before you immerse yourself in this experience of Dark Romance and Ultraviolence. This story is inspired by the song White Mustang by Lana Del Rey and contains inspiration from several other songs by her and artists with similar themes. This story contains dark romance, angst, violence, abuse, cigarettes, crashes, accidents, and strong language. It also explores themes of self-harm and manipulation that some readers may find disturbing. Please do not direct any hate towards any real-life individuals. The characters and events in this story are entirely fictional and have no connection to the real lives of the people mentioned. Don't. Copy. My. Work. All credits ©️ to 𐙚 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒆⋆𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔 𖹭 (@ashxstrawberry)

My dear Skylar. Why did I have to lose you like this? I wondered. The only facial expression of hers I could remember was the one I saw yesterday. It was stuck in my head. I tried to think of a different memory where she looked at me with love filled eyes accompanied by her beautiful smile, but there was nothing. In every memory she had that look in her eyes. Her eyes were dark with hatred. Hatred for me. A person she once looked at like a perfect star. Like the moon she loved so much. I ruined those memories, by myself. Now the only Skylar I could remember was an angry, sad, hateful and disappointed Skylar. Skylar I never knew I never wanted to see. It was not worth it, I thought. How did I not see it then?

all kinds of stories, I'm willing to write almost anything (no Y/N stuff tho, sorry ✌️)

Emily had grown up without a family, she was determined to prove herself however she found herself in a abusive relationship, he wouldnt let her leave but eventually he allowed her a job. She gets a job as the assistant to Alexander Blackwood. He is a cruel businessman, a no nonsense Ceo, his assistants dont last long as he fires them for the smallest of things or they run out crying, his harsh attitude has them quitting. He doesn't think much of Emily, but when she doesnt quit, he takes notice, he slowly notices she may not be as happy as she makes out to be, and when he slowly learns of the abuse, he will do whatever it takes to free her from the abuse. After all, nobody touches his assistant .

When sport racing takes over the world and becomes the biggest and most anticipated sport, children begin to dream young about becoming a racer. Racing was everything to Paris, just like many children, and she dreamed of being on the racetracks one day. Winning tournaments and ultimately winning the final race, The Superbullet, to gain fame and money. With each team made up of a city, Paris, coming from Corona, California, she dreams of joining the Corona team composed of her favorite racers: Ceres, Elias, Darien, and Velia. After Velia announces that she will be leaving the team, Paris has a chance at joining. With the Corona Racers being competitive, all the pressure is on Paris to train until her first-year skills have tied with the fifteen-year skills her teammates have. Reader beware: This story contains descriptions of death, blood, shootings. Tame gore.

💓 Book 3 in the Love Series 💓 ~✯✯✧▿✧๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑✯✯✧▿✧❥⁠~ Humraahiyaan. ہمراہیاں. Companions. Four lives. Four journeys. Four hearts destined to lose themselves before finding where they truly belonged. 💔 One mistook mirage for forever. 🥀 One loved in silence for so long. 🌪️ One survived the darkest chapter of her life, yet stood tall. ❤️‍🔥 One discovered that the most unexpected people often become the most beautiful part of your life. Humraahiyaan follows four intertwined lives as they navigate friendship, family, loss, hope and self discovery. A twist and turn of events where life throws them into a deeper swamp yet through every setback and obstacle, they fight together, by the warmth of their family and their friendship. A series of events where chaos meets, laughter echoes, the reality which defines what a true blessing family is. A forever bond to never ending companionship.