The White Rose
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The same woman has been showing up in Luv's dreams. He cannot shake off the memory of her smile or her scent or her flavor on his tongue. With every visit she adds a breadcrumb to the trail that would finally lead him to her but as the days go by Luv's desires are diluted with suspicion as each visit has uncannily heralded the news of a death.
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Yours, still.
They weren't supposed to meet like this- on a swing, in a park, between coffee jitters and emotional damage. She wore a hoodie. He wore a smile that forgot things. And somewhere between the jokes, the near-death rescue, and the carved arrow... their story started telling itself again. Not everything was clear. Not every memory returned. But hearts? They tend to recognize each other- even when the brain hasn't caught up yet. And if an arrow appears- carved in wood, buried in stone- you follow it. Even if it leads straight back into the chaos.
Little Did I Know (unedited)
When Sadie wakes up in a forest with no memories, an injury she can't explain, and a stranger standing over her, it's enough to change her life. When the stranger, Cole, takes her in and she gets her memories back, she realizes she's being hunted by a dangerous criminal. Will she be able to escape him? And will the love forming between her and Cole make her stronger or be her weakness? (Completed)Concluida
Cold Him Bright Her
She loved him for as long as she could remember. Her best friend's older brother. Off-limits. Untouchable. And completely unaware. Every time she got close, he pushed her away- cold words, distant eyes, like she was nothing at all. Now she's in a new city, chasing fashion, chasing freedom. Trying-really trying- to forget him. But he's still here. Still cold. Still the only boy who makes her heart ache. He told himself she meant nothing. Too young. Too close. Too dangerous. But now she's older- and impossible to ignore. She's done chasing. He's done pretending. And neither of them is ready for what comes next. Because sometimes the person you tried hardest to push away... Is the only one your heart has been waiting for.Concluida![Maybe Someday [COMPLETED] #1](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/352669557-256-k829942.jpg)
Maybe Someday [COMPLETED] #1
She loved him for as long as she could remember. He was her childhood best friend-her first and only love. But to him, she was just a friend. Nothing more. Years passed, and still, her feelings stayed the same... even when he didn't feel the same way. It was a one-sided love she never gave up on. Through high school, through college, she kept hoping. Wishing. Waiting. Until after graduation... something changed. But sometimes, love comes too late. And some stories don't get the happy ending they deserve. "Maybe someday... he would love her too. But maybe someday... is not today."Concluida
The Sun, A Distant Promise
She was quiet, unseen, and careful. He was loud, relentless, impossible to ignore. When their worlds collided, neither expected the pull between them-an attraction that challenged her walls, tested his patience, and promised a love that was as unpredictable as it was inevitable.
The Mystery Within
Mystery Monroe wants a quiet life with her smut books and lively imagination until bodies start dropping around her and a stranger who knows too much keeps appearing in the shadows. As she peels back the lies, she stumbles into a hidden world of covens, secret orders, and predators who insist she belongs to them. Her dreams begin to bleed into reality, and the people she trusts keep shifting under her feet. Mystery must decide what she is and who she will stand with before the night claims her.Concluida
And Still, I loved you.
They were never supposed to meet again, but fate had other plans. They were never strangers. They just became people who knew everything about each other, Except how to fix what they broke. She loved him like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. He left like he couldn't feel it. Years passed. Cities changed. Names got softer on unfamiliar lips. But silence never erased the way they ended. And when fate threw them back into the same room, One bleeding, Other one breaking, The past didn't knock. It kicked the door down. This is not a story of falling in love. It's what happens after.
How to Kill a Man in Thirty Seconds
Since her father's sinister murder three years ago, Charley Green's life has never been the same. She finds her family shattered and frozen in the tragedy that derailed their lives that fateful Christmas morning, in which her father's lifeless body was discovered mutilated and gunned down in a motel. Desperate for closure, Charley decides she is done waiting for outside forces to grant her salvation. As her father's old friends re-enter her life, she finds that what lies beneath their smiling faces may be more ominous than what she anticipated. With each layer that is peeled back, their intentions become more questionable, their relationship with her father more sinister. As Charley soon begins to realize, sometimes the darkest truths lie beneath the honeyed masks of those closest to you. Those truths are best left buried. [THIS STORY IS IN THE PROCESS OF BEING EDITED]Concluida
Last love
A heartbroken aspiring writer, haunted by the death of her first love, moves to a new city to rebuild her life, only to face new love, devastating secrets, and a tragic fate that tests the limits of her resilience and the enduring power of love.Concluida
Flamingo's Heatwave
There's no way back - only forward. And the first rule? Obedience. Break it, and the island breaks you. But here's the twist: When fear becomes a game, you'll be shocked at how fun survival can get.
They weren't supposed to meet like this- on a swing, in a park, between coffee jitters and emotional damage. She wore a hoodie. He wore a smile that forgot things. And somewhere between the jokes, the near-death rescue, and the carved arrow... their story started telling itself again. Not everything was clear. Not every memory returned. But hearts? They tend to recognize each other- even when the brain hasn't caught up yet. And if an arrow appears- carved in wood, buried in stone- you follow it. Even if it leads straight back into the chaos.
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