Bwlm Stories

Zola Carter. A nobody. All she has going for her is being friends with one of the most popular groups in school. Well, had going for her. As soon as she lost that, she immediately hit rock bottom. No friends, definitely no boyfriend, we don't talk about what happened with her crush, and she definitely didn't have parental support. Until he came. Well, she came to him, but that's not the point. Andrés Martinez. Giving her all the things she didn't have and more, so much more. For practice of course. Fake dating to gain Zola's crush's attention and make her best friend jealous. What could go wrong? Rankings #1- blackwoman #2-bwwm #2-fake #7-weird

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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*

Life...one thing Rose Carter had never been good at. After surviving a nasty divorce and losing all hope in finding love ever again she spent her time enjoying herself. But her world starts spinning and soon crumbling all because of one human specimen named Gio Montclair. How could one stupid night out lead to a stupid mistake...a mistake she just couldn't erase from her memory, which soon turned her life into a living nightmare. All because of this godly looking stranger who could have her panties off in a snap of a finger. ~~Romance ~~Comedy ~~Read at your own risk🔞❗ PLEASE VOTE 🥺💛

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?

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)

He was a heartbreaker. Leaving trails of shattered hearts in his wake. I could never let myself become one of them. The only way to keep my heart safe and our friendship intact was to never want more than he could give, or aleast never let him know. ****** "How's Vanessa?" "I don't know we broke up a month ago. Once I'm done with a girl, that's it. We don't talk ever again." My heart clenches at his confession. A little piece chipping away, knowing I could never risk losing him all because I wanted to be with him. I loved him. Maybe a a few years ago I could rationalise with myself, tell myself it wasn't love, that I was too young to know what love was. But it's been 11 years and I still felt the same way. Sadly this wasn't just a crush. "Why do you ask? You jealous?" He teases. "You have no competition, trust me. If you told me you wanted me I'd leave every girl behind." His suddenly sounded serious. I turn my head to look at him, in our squatting positions. Our eyes lock and I almost belive him. I shove him to his ass and rise. "Don't play with me, Tony!" I walk off angry and hurt.

"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

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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.

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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ivonnica a 25 year old independent mother who's life turns up side down when she figures out her husband isint who he say he is . .....