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One Storm. Two Hearts. Many Troubles. Follow the journey of Isila Ese and Vincent Valdez as they navigate life after the storm.

♡ The sequel to The Shy Girl's Bad Boy|| Back again for another school year and another year of excitement, new opportunities and of course, drama. With handsome Travis is in his senior year of high school at Prescott, and the shy girl Diane now attending college, skipping the twelfth grade. However, the drama isn't over and more obstacles are in their way. A guy who has something that Travis does not, and a lady who does what Diane doesn't. Everything is prominent until one night changed everything for the both of them. Is it possible for Diane and Travis stay faithful to one another? Or will this relationship tear down into pieces? What will it take to bring them back together? Check this interesting story out for more! · 　　 　 · 　　　 ✺ 　　 . ⋆ 　　 ˚ 　　　 · * 　 ✷ 　 　 ✹ ✵ 　 　　 * ⊹ 　　 　　　　　　　 . 　　. 　　　 ✺ 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓃

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"I don't want to love her, but I love her so much. So I have to say goodbye." ................................................................... Not Cliche Many themes Not all stories have a good ending😏 Imani Rashel is a troubled girl living with both her sister and her mother, whom is abusive. Through it all, Imani desires a change in life, excitement, a new hope... Rubin is a boy living in the city of Memphis, where he struggles to help his family pay for bills, and survive. He looks in all the wrong directions until he finds her.... Will Imani and Rubin finally find a price of hope in there lives? Or will fate rip them apart. Interacial

The more she got to know Yashua... The harder it was to stick around. Will she manage to find a way to handle a life with him?

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This is not a love story. This story starts where most love stories end. This makes sense, I guess, considering Alex and I were always fond of the complicated. Romantic comedies sell you this perfect happiness. You meet a boy, you build a connection, you love him, he loves you, and in that full, bursting, heart-squeezing way that makes you stop and take a breath and wonder how you could've found someone that right for you. I thought I had that with Alex. Until the day I told him how I felt. Then suddenly, the guy I'd been in love with for years...and my best friend was looking at me with these sad, pitying eyes, and explaining that he was in love too. Just not with me. Points for honesty though. It was something I'd always loved about Alex. Long before I started noticing the length of his neck and the way the sun bounced off of his always floppy hair, I loved Alex because he was always saying the first stupid thing to land on his mind. This was a habit we shared, but he usually managed to do it faster, and with the confidence only a straight white-passing kid from a gated community can possess. When Alex told me about Garcia I thought...she's not what I imagined. She wasn't my worst fear of the girl he'd choose instead of me. She was pretty, but quiet in every way, the kind girl I always imagined I'd be close friends with if Alex and I weren't so obnoxious, and attached at the hip. Suddenly something had shattered in my mind. And in my chest. This wasn't a romance. Or if it was, I wasn't the main character. I was the best friend with ill-placed feelings, bad timing, and a broken heart. ------- Alex and Elian have been best friends since they were 13. They were the same side of the same coin, the kind of people who thrived off of the spotlight but only truly revealed their real selves in the comfort of their person. They were each other's persons...(Complete Summary Inside)

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A Chicago P.D fanfiction. This whole thing just screams H.R problems. Officer Babette Winslow is returning to the force after taking a long personal leave, and is welcome back into the arms of her former team. With the loss of a veteran officer and dear friend Babs is returning home to show her family in blue her support. [better summary coming soon...]

Aliana always loved dance. Latin music, in particular, set her soul and body ablaze with an unabashed fire she never knew how to cool. Merengue, reggaeton, salsa, you name it; all brimming with a cultural significance she has tried to rediscover due to the absence of her mother in her life who connected her to those things. But one genre of note had her teetering on the edge of a self-satisfaction she had never known and craved wholeheartedly. Bachata. There was nothing like it. Truly. The sensual, caressing melodies and movement always struck a cord with her, whilst also reminding her of a constant loneliness she had...as well as one she didn't yet understand. This turned into spending hours at a time trying to emulate her favourite dancers, known professionally as "Ataca Y La Alemana". And even further, she went in search of her first official dance class, not at all aware of what she was dancing into or who she was dancing towards... ********************************************* "W-wait a minute! What do you mean I have to take her place?!" Aliana was on the verge of yet another panic attack. This was not something she thought she had to think about in the near future, let alone the present time. "Xiomara ruptured her achilles and Danté requested you especially as you've been a rising star in classes for these past few months!" Gloria damn near squealed at the news, whilst Aliana froze at the fact she was personally requested...especially by him. * *Disclaimer - the music and pictures shown are not owned by me unless stated otherwise in a the particular chapter. This story and all the characters are owned by me, so no plagiarism please*

A Fanfiction based off of Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. Plus Dracula Untold and Nosferatu. 💮(can be read as original for those unfamiliar with fandoms) Violette Delorme Monnier, a woman who has given up on all her dreams awaits the kiss of death as she falls to illness and watches her family suffer. Violette wanted the pain to stop, but she never would have imagined how tender death's kiss would be, and how sweetly those lips would be met. "Her name might be Violette, but she is like a rose blooming under the shadow of night. Reaching her beauty out to the lonely moon that is I, coaxing me out of my clouds." - Louis

Moriah hates athletes. When she's fired from her position as the PR manager for a famous country singer, Moriah is out of options to find a new job. The good jobs are either taken, or she's overqualified. Confronted with a new job for the NHL hockey team, the Boston Bears, Moriah is forced to break her 'no working for athletes rule'. What's more, she's forced to straighten out the image of the hotheaded, short tempted leftwing of the Bears, Ezra Nevarez. He's everything she hates about working for athletes and the very reason she didn't want the job in the first place. However, the more time she spends trying to fix Ezra's image she sees there's a soft side to Ezra he can't hide from anyone, especially her. What's worse? She can't help but fall for this side of Ezra, and slowly willing to break all of the rules she made to protect herself from men just like him. --- Ezra has only two cares in the entire world, family and hockey. Point. Period. Blank. Everything else is a distraction he doesn't have the energy to bother with. So after a brutal game in the NHL preseason, where fists fly, Ezra as always is forced to take the blame. Being assigned a PR manager to work on his public image doesn't bother him one bit. He couldn't care less what the woman did with herself as long as she left him alone. The way he preferred to be. He didn't care about her job and silently hoped she'd be fired so she could leave him alone for good. He didn't care that there was something dark she was covering up with her sunshine attitude. And he surely didn't care about her full lips that more than once thought about what they tasted like. Wait what? No he couldn't care about her. She was one more distraction he couldn't afford. Though why couldn't he seem to shake thoughts of her no matter how hard he tried?

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