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Two girls escape an orphanage and run like they're lives depend on it! One of the girls is sweet and loves the other but the other doesn't know! They eat but oh no! One of the girls has an eating disorder?!?! Well didn't go as planned but I'll let you see the rest for yourself.
⚠️ TW⚠️ Eating disorder, self harm, drug use, and vilonce.⚠️TW⚠️All Rights Reserved

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Invisible String Of Love by Autumn_Girl_Writes

In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, a young woman sits with tense shoulders and determined eyes. She's just come out of her session-relieved, but still tangled in a quiet storm. She's a survivor of a traumatic kidnapping, and it shows-not in scars, but in the way she carries herself. Small in stature, yes, but you can feel the simmering anger beneath her skin, forged by everything she's been through and everything no one helped her fix. Across the room, another person waits. Quieter. Equally haunted. She fidgets, eyes darting, unable to stay still for long. There's history in her posture-years of growing up around violence, chaos, and never feeling safe. Her ADHD doesn't help; her mind's a pinball machine of thoughts, never landing, always spinning. When the first woman rises to leave, their eyes meet. Just for a second. Long enough to say everything words can't. "He's not really helping us, is he?" she murmurs under her breath. The other just nods. Silent. Knowing. Maybe they weren't supposed to meet again. But fate-messy, unpredictable fate-had other plans. Another day. Another place. Same ache in their bones. Something soft begins to grow between them. Tentative. Delicate. Real. They don't pretend it'll be easy, but in each other, they spot the flicker of something rare: hope. The kind that dares to whisper of healing, of peace, maybe even of love. "Even if we've only known each other a few months, it feels like I could tell you anything. Everything. From my darkest secrets to the dumbest memes. From late-night thoughts to chaotic brain farts. I don't know-It just feels right." -Clementine Sousa

Merciless (18+)(GxG) by avafallbow

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

The Searching Game by FICT1TIOUS

It's been essentially a year since Zoey ran away from her friends and family. Everyone struggled with her disappearance, some more than others. Now that everyone's lives were calm, and Quinn graduated, she and Griffin were going to search. With the backing of the Taylors siblings, Quinn and Griffin would start a search party across the United States. They weren't sure how long this journey would take, or if they would find the one they missed. Zoey was finally enjoying a simple and 'drama' free life with her two roommates in New York. They all worked hard to get by, but everything was split equally. Zoey missed the privacy of a bedroom, but a couch was enough. She was content and set on sticking by her new families side, considering they helped clean her up and return her mental state to functional. By working two jobs, Z hoped to move somewhere with them that had a room for her too. Little did she know life had other plans... Sequel to The Dating Game {Trigger warning - Sexual Assault, Self-harm, Drug use} (Remember, this is currently a very rough first draft and things are subject to change, thank you for your interest!)

i hate it here. by alexisheyyy

this is a story about Alexis and her mental health. her mother isn't very fond of her so she runs away. the day that she runs away she finds herself at her friends house. what will happen after that? there will be trigger warnings in this story such as: self harm eating disorder suicide attempts vaping abuse sexual assault

Facing Him by forever_Jen_

A couple years ago, my older brother and I saw something that we shouldn't have seen. Ever since then, we have been on the run from our father, constantly having to change our names, birth dates, eye colors and hair colors. We last found ourselves in California, we were able to settle down and make friends, and even get into relationships, but then he found us, and things got bad. This time, we're tired of running. This time we are going to stand our ground.

Stolen by penguintrash17

a 14 year old girl is on the run from two different kidnappers and falls for the cute boy in her class and tries to just survive from herself as it is can she make to the end and survive without being caught TRIGGER WARNING CUTTING SUICIDE AND DRUG ABUSE SEXUAL Fast paced since I was only 13 when I wrote this and only pick it up a few years in between and fix stuff It's an exciting read if your into a masked men and love triangles

Stronger by HarmonizeUrMind

A girl runs away from her abusive alcoholic mother and stepfather. Another girl runs away from her dad's rapist friend. Two girls who ran away meet one night on a bus and begin the rest of their lives together. And most characters and events and feelings portrayed in this are based off feelings that I have felt and events that I have gone through and people i know. Im actually writing this in real life as well in my notebooks and I hope to get it published one day. Enjoy! *COMPLETED* There is a converted version of this story to a Camren Fanfiction if you'd like to read that version it is in the works section of my profile 😊

Let Me Touch You...Please (Girlxintersex) by Stories_fyp

A Lesbian Romance : : : : "I really want to... I really want to please you." This close, I could feel her hot breath on my cock. When the proper warmth of her mouth curled around the tip, my chest heaved. She pulls away slightly, and I can feel my pre-ejaculation trickling out. She slid it back in, this time a little deeper. My fists clamped in my thighs as I fight the beast. But as she sucked harder and sank deeper, I couldn't help but grab her throat with one hand and use the other to clutch the back of her neck for anchor, driving my hips forward till my cock went deeper into her throat and she choked. Her stunned expression as she looked up at me. I could feel her lips tightening around the base, but it didn't stop me from burrowing deeper and causing a blockage. When I see her eyes watering and her hands holding my waist, joy floods my body.

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Invisible String Of Love

In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, a young woman sits with tense shoulders and determined eyes. She's just come out of her session-relieved, but still tangled in a quiet storm. She's a survivor of a traumatic kidnapping, and it shows-not in scars, but in the way she carries herself. Small in stature, yes, but you can feel the simmering anger beneath her skin, forged by everything she's been through and everything no one helped her fix. Across the room, another person waits. Quieter. Equally haunted. She fidgets, eyes darting, unable to stay still for long. There's history in her posture-years of growing up around violence, chaos, and never feeling safe. Her ADHD doesn't help; her mind's a pinball machine of thoughts, never landing, always spinning. When the first woman rises to leave, their eyes meet. Just for a second. Long enough to say everything words can't. "He's not really helping us, is he?" she murmurs under her breath. The other just nods. Silent. Knowing. Maybe they weren't supposed to meet again. But fate-messy, unpredictable fate-had other plans. Another day. Another place. Same ache in their bones. Something soft begins to grow between them. Tentative. Delicate. Real. They don't pretend it'll be easy, but in each other, they spot the flicker of something rare: hope. The kind that dares to whisper of healing, of peace, maybe even of love. "Even if we've only known each other a few months, it feels like I could tell you anything. Everything. From my darkest secrets to the dumbest memes. From late-night thoughts to chaotic brain farts. I don't know-It just feels right." -Clementine Sousa