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July 3, 2026 was supposed to be the night Taylor Swift finally got her happy ending. She had married Travis Kelce beneath glittering lights, surrounded by everyone who loved them. She had worn white, said forever, and let herself believe that maybe, after everything, life was done taking from her. For the first time in years, she felt safe. Loved. Chosen. Then security called. There was a little girl downstairs. Alone. Crying. Asking for Taylor by name. Still in her pajamas, wedding ring barely a few hours old, Taylor stepped into the elevator with a strange ache twisting in her chest. She expected a mistake. A lost child. A confused fan. Anything but the little girl waiting in the lobby with blonde curls, trembling hands, and Taylor's exact blue eyes. And then Taylor saw the papers. Hospital records. Adoption forms. A birth certificate from 2022. Her name. Her signature. A daughter. The daughter Joe told her had died. The baby Taylor had grieved in silence. The tiny heartbeat she thought she had lost forever. The secret that shattered her so completely, she never knew how to speak it out loud. But the little girl in front of her wasn't dead. She was real. She was breathing. She was reaching for Taylor with shaking hands like some part of her had always known where home was. Now, on the first night of her marriage, Taylor's past crashes through the door with four years of stolen memories and one impossible truth. Someone took her baby. Someone lied. And Travis has to watch the woman he just promised forever to fall apart over a daughter she never got to hold, raise, or protect. But Taylor is not the broken girl Joe left behind. Not anymore. Because some lies are buried. Some secrets are locked away. And some invisible threads are strong enough to pull a stolen daughter back home. Taylor already mourned her once. This time, anyone who tries to take her will have to go through hell first.

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The last place Jeon Jungkook ever expected to find himself was sitting on a Greyhound bus, handcuffed to a surly bounty hunter, with only a suitcase of his twin sister's flashy, shrink-wrap clothing to wear! Just two hours ago, the respectable schoolteacher was sitting quietly at home when this bi macho hunk crashed through his door, mistook him for her errant Seoul's auto showgirl sister, and hauled him off in his strong arms. And no matter how sexy he is, he's furious! Twins-ha! Kim Taehyung's the last person to ever fall for that line. He's finally got the gorgeous, leggy redhead just where he wants him-and no matter what outrageous tricks he pulls, he's not letting him get away. The problem is, he's a lot smarter-and sweeter-than he'd expected. And he's got this deep-buried tenderness he hadn't expected. And their kisses are so hot, they just might burn up ... before they sort it all out.

My name's Andy and I'm a male stripper. Throughout the years, I guesstimate to have performed over six hundred shows. That includes male revues, bachelorette parties, stripograms, private one on ones, office visits, just about any event that your mind can dream up. In the early stages of my exotic dancing odyssey, my determination to network within the male stripping community was at an all-time high. Call it passion, or perhaps, just blind optimism, but I was under the assumption that becoming a real-life Magic Mike was achievable.

Harlowe didn't mean to fall in love with Zoe- but when does anyone ever mean to fall in love? Somewhere between the costumes, and the dances, and the little touches backstage, Harlowe had let herself slip. Zoe was an older girl, with her portrait in pink feathers and pearls stretch across the outside of the club, but she never bit her tongue. She told Harlowe she was pretty and talented- she told Harlowe she was special- and after long enough Harlowe started believing her. Zoe could convince Harlowe to do anything. That's how everything changed. * * * "Why did you leave Saturday?" Zoe asked suddenly, her voice still warm and sedated like her body in Harlowe's lap. Harlowe chewed her bottom lip. She didn't like lying, but she was good at half truths. "My mom was blowing up my phone. She grounded me." She watched Zoe's features twist into something unpleasant, and Harlowe ran a finger over her cheek in vain, trying to smooth her frown. "You're eighteen." Zoe reasoned. Harlowe shrugged though. "I'm also trying not to get kicked out." "That's not fun." Zoe hummed after a minute, closing her eyes to savour the feeling of Harlowe's fingers twisting through her hair and the rain splattering at their toes.

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It's the Doctor's birthday, and there's been a rupture in time. Many of the Doctor's friends have gathered together, traveling through the tear and onto a stage. But instead of trying to fix the hole , they end up putting on a show for the Doctor. There is singing and dancing to show tunes, drama between the cast and crew, and even Adipose playing the piano. From Rose to Captain Jack to River Song to Clara, see all sorts of your favorite characters and creatures coming together to put on a show. Welcome to the TARDIS Cabaret.

Losing everything she has and everything she loved what will she do. As time pass by she worked so hard, until finally she could walk in any room without being introduced because everyone knew not to mess with her. She finally thinks she has accomplished everything to make her mother proud, but one thing missing was affection or so called love. When she thinks she doesn't need love her fate changed when He walked through the door.

A young Englishman in the Paris of 1899, becomes infatuated with Park Jimin, a singer at the Moulin Rouge. However, he has been promised by the manager to a Duke in return for funding his next production. As the young lovers meet in secret, Jimin's wedding day draws closer but he hides a fatal secret from both Hoseok and the Duke. Started: Aug 2019 Finished: --

Calliope Mori is the new sheriff in the small town of Holovally. This quite little town was more of an escape for Mori than a new beginning. Shadows of Calli's past are slowly fallowing her. But in this small town burned the brightest sun in Calli's eyes and her name is Takanashi Kiara. A firey showgirl who performs at the local saloon. With love blooming like a cactus flower and iron smoking. Trouble is knocking on deaths door.

The Bad girl is: - A major pain in the ass. - A Church girl. (Mind you still trying to get over that one.) - A showgirl. - The devil; reincarnated. - But she's also my angel; all because of one stupid deal. Colton Sanders is the geek; plain and simple. The guy that everyone ignores and the boy that likes it that way. So what happens when he sees the school's Bad girl Lilani Smithers in a white dress in front of a Church? Easy. He blackmails her. Lilani Smithers hates Colton and he's asking for one thing only; to help him get the girl he's been in love with since year five. So what happens when a Geek and a Bad girl mix? Well . . . there's the parties, the late night outs, the make-overs and the terrible lessons . . . as well as sheer loathing. God save Colton! Copyright © Jessica Jackson All rights reserved

"For tears would fill my eyes My heart would realize That our romance is through" In a captivating love story spanning the 1940s to the 1960s, a melanated woman and a white man find themselves swept up in a romance that defies the norms of their time. As their bond deepens and flourishes, they face a kaleidoscope of challenges-disapproving families, societal prejudices, war, and unexpected obstacles that threaten to drive them apart. Will their love withstand the pressures of a world determined to keep them apart, or will they triumph and carve out a happy ending in a tumultuous era? [THIS BOOK HAS BEEN PUT ON HOLD DUE TO UPCOMING PROJECTS]

this is a story about a girl named Wrenley Rose, and her friends Tucker and Sienna but there's a twist!

I was born to dance. But war destroyed it all. Lottie is in the centre of World War II, and everything is destroyed. Her records, people and dancing materials...gone. But to rebuild her life, she needs to be herself and to be her full self she needs to dance. But how can she when fire is going through her city and Winston Churchill and everyone else is attempting to rebuild Britain? It's impossible...right?

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