Horan's Sister
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*after writing this story a couple of years ago I'm aware it isn't the best story so I do apologise! There's also some darkish stuff in this so if you feel it may be triggering, may be best to avoid this story! I've also accidentally managed to delete the original description for this story so I'm sorry about that too!*
What do you do when your mother tells you you have a brother that you've never met before and have never known about for the majority of your lifetime? Run out the house kicking and screaming? Laugh it off and praise her for making you, temporarily, fall for her crappy joke? Or sit and stare at her like she's a talking sheep?
Bex chose the latter.
Join Rebecca on her whirlwind of a journey through grief, pure happiness and dark encounters to meet her superstar of a brother and his four crazy and upbeat band mates.
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New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.Complete
Life of Ives ✔️
COMPLETE ⚠️ This is a fictional story. ⚠️ All characters are fictional, their opinions and actions are in no way real, or related to the real world. ⚠️ This story contains mature themes. ⚠️ Mature themes such as violence, harassment, self-harm, suicide-attempts, sex, alcohol- and drug-abuse. ⚠️ Read with caution! ⚠️ I will not post warnings on the chapters containing mature themes. This is your only warning. 🔪 "You're so damn gorgeous, Ives," he says, and leans up to meet my lips again. He's the one that's gorgeous, and I feel myself completely loose myself once again. His lips are dominating my own, as his hands travel down my back, and he tugs on my shirt, to release it from my skirt. His hands then caresses my bare skin for a few minutes, before he sits up. He brings me with him, and I'm now straddling his lap. His eyes are filled with lust, and I'm so damn scared, for completely different reasons than earlier tonight. His skillful fingers finds the buttons of my shirt, and he opens them slowly, while I lean back down towards him, to make our lips connect again. I might come to my senses if he doesn't keep kissing me. He tugs the shirt off of me, and his hands run across my bare stomach. He stops, suddenly, and I feel a sharp sting under my left boob. "What happened? Are you..." He trails off, as he looks down at my body, and I stiffen. Holy shit, I forgot all about that. "Ives... What is this?" he asks, and he pulls his hands away from me. 🌹 Ives has just moved away from her overprotective brother and their alcoholic dad to go to college. She is trying her best to put her past behind her, but it keeps coming back to haunt her. In this book we get to know Ives and her new friends as she struggles with her newfound freedom. (This is the first book in the Life series.)Complete
The Girl Who Wheeled
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Someday
19 year old Alix has always been a responsible, organized, young woman with a good head on her shoulders. Unfortunately, she's also always been sheltered by her overprotective and smothering, paranoid parents. After a year of going to a community college and working two jobs she managed to save up enough money for a week long trip to England to visit some friends during the summer, and a bit more. However, things take a turn for the worse when she gets drunk at a party that was thrown for one of her friends--someone who she'd been crushing on for years. Despite their best efforts they decide to start a relationship together...alas, Alix's week long vacation could not have ended faster. Will their relationship end when Alix goes back home? Will it continue on for a while? Or will it thrive on, despite the many miles that separate them? Does one truly not measure distance in miles, but with the heart?Complete
Ran Right Into Him
Melanie Davis is traumatized to put it shortly, her dad died, her moms an alcoholic and she was raped my her trashy boyfriend. She has no one. Until one day, she bumps into the one guys whos is can be frequently found in her thoughts for the past year. Melanie has learned to keep her head down and emotions in so the sudden appearance of a man who wears his heart on his sleeve and is trying to pull hers out is a bit, well... a bit much. And she's got some secrets that almost no one knows and the journey to trusting someone is a long one. But I guess we'll see how it goes. TW: Mentions of rape, alcohol, drugs, language, sex/sexual references, and high school partying. I'd put no one under 18 but I'm under 18 so that be a bit hypocritical of me. Hope u enjoy. 👍 But beware that I am still a minor and I'm still in school so I might not have time to update everyday, I'll try to at last once a week. Bit on the weekends I have no life so you can expect more from me then. Anyways if anyone actually reads this, it's my first story that came purely from me and only, others I've written (never posted) have been coped or largely inspired by a story someone else had written so be gentle with me, okay? (P.S. I have really bad spelling and grammar so I read over these thoroughly but if there are any mistakes please tell me so I can go back and fix them I really want you guys to enjoys this book). This is book is based off parts of ,y life and own personal experience, several romance and mental health books, and songs like One Day by Tate McRae and don't miss me by Claire Rosinkranz. Give them a listen. 👌Complete
Playing By The Rules
Melanie Baker has a secret. She was once a perfect wife to her husband and she never complained about anything. She was content with her life and following what she thought she was supposed to be like in a wife. It wasn't until she found out the infidelity of her husband that made her change her mind. Therefore Melanie decided to play by the same rules and live her life on her own terms. Melanie decides she wants to become more uninhibited and live to make herself happy, regardless of the feelings of insignificant others. Melanie feels that guys that she has come across have basically taken her for granted. Therefore she plans to give guys a taste of their own medicine. Melanie knows how to play the game and play it well. She's been hurt in her past and her marriage was the final draw. Not only does she have her secret sexual escapades but her alter ego, Vanessa is only worrying about getting hers with no feelings left out on the table. No commitments and no promises; she's decides to be come the "Player" in the game. Vanessa starts getting hers by all means necessary and she enjoys every encounter. *Excerpt From The Marriage* [Freddy] You know it is baby. I wish you could suck it. I want to feel your tongue across my tip. [Vanessa] Ooo yeah baby, I want to taste your cum on my lips. I started touching myself as I was getting horny just reading his words. I hadn't come in a long time and it was overdue. My husband no longer satisfied me and he wasn't really trying to accomplish the feat. He usually gets his and goes to sleep, like fuck you, I got mine. So I'll just get mine when and where and with whom I please. 'Cause why the fuck not? He's doing it. I'm sure of it. Nobody leaves their wedding ring behind as much as this motherfucker did. Warning: ** This novel does include explicit sexual adult situations**Complete
Logan
*TW* Contains topics and scenes of sexual assault, self-harm, abuse.* "You know you loved every second of it," I can feel the tears welling up as well as the anger building up within me. I stare at him for a while before I have to turn away from his hungry gaze. "Look I just came here to tell you that I forgive you for what you did back in Cali and I'll take you back," "You forgive me?" I yell. "I did nothing to you. You raped me! You fucking raped me! You have no right to come here and tell me that. You. Forgive. Me. You traumatized me. What you did to me tore me up inside and was eating away at me until I tried to kill myself. And when I told people they didn't believe me. I had to listen to so many people talk about how great a guy you were and how I clearly just regretted sleeping with you. You are a monster. You made me hate myself for something that was never my fault. You have caused me so much pain and suffering," I pause to take a deep breath. "So you don't get to come here to my school and tell me you forgive me. You don't get to make me feel bad about coming forward. The only thing I regret is ever thinking you were a good person." _____________________________________________ Logan Young is a 16-year-old girl about to start her senior year in a brand new town. The past year has been tough and her family moved to give her a fresh start. Her life before the move had been hard and she had been spiraling. She quickly makes new friends and even enemies. She builds up walls to protect herself. But what happens when an unlikely person helps her to tear down her walls and heal. Will she be able to survive in this new place and keep her secrets intact?Complete
Blaine's Opportunity
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ MENTIONS OF Rape, family abuse and suicidal thoughts. Do not read if this may trigger you. The story isn't all depressing but there are certain family situations brought up. It's a good read, enjoy. "It's ok, Blaine. I promise." I whispered into her ear. Her strong arms wrapped me so tightly. I felt so warm and safe... it's weird how calm everything felt in this moment. I hear her sniffle. "I... don't wanna go back." She whispered. I rubbed her back. "You don't have to if you don't want to I promise. You can stay as long as you want." I whispered back. ------ Blaine Jarome was known for the attitude and anger issues. She was considered a problem child in her school, aggressive at work and in and out the hospital for injuries she never explained how she got. She only had two friends who always worried about her and she lived with two drug addicted foster parents that bought drugs from her. She's nineteen trying to finish her second last year of high school. No one dared to even intervene when she was mad... but the new girl? Well let's just say a big heart goes a long way. Sara gives Blaine an opportunity to do better and try harder. She tries to help her see her potential and see that she is great. The only thing is, will Blaine except the opportunity she's been given.Complete
New town. New identity. Same crazy. I love it!!! (insert enthusiastic voice ) (cough, cough) Not!! I hate it. I hate having to to hide who I am. But to protect the civilians and my new home from being destroyed like my last ones, I have obey the leader's rule. No matter if I do disapprove. But all of that changes when I meet, more like bump into someone who's special. ... DOOR OPENS. "Naomi Satchel!" my mother yells as she comes blaring through the doors. "Yes?" I say as I still lie under the covers. My mother pulls my cover from my body and tosses it on the floor. I quickly sit up in my bed and glare at her. "Get your ass up now you have half an hour left before your first-period starts and you better not be late," she demands. "Mom, this isn't my school. This isn't my home. I don't want to go." I whine and beg my mother at the same time to let me stay home. What was I thinking? My mom has an image to uphold being this perfect mother who loves and cares about her little baby girl. We both know the truth. Until a few years ago, I never even knew she existed. She and my father both agreed to send me here because they couldn't stand the fact that I fell in love with a black boy. Although neither of them would ever admit, that's the only reason why I know of her. I don't want to attend a school where I'm going to have to forsake who I truly am just to fit into their liking. How can I explain that to my mom when she sees everything to be black and white.
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