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Ongoing, First published Jul 26, 2023
2 new parts
From small-town problems to champagne problems, Reese Gilmore-the older twin often overshadowed by her sister-discovers the sparkle that makes her a star. A heartwarming story of love, friendship, and family, Reese Gilmore follows her journey to find herself in a world where she's always been second. 

"You don't need to be a young prodigy to be smart"

Logan Huntzberger x OC
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GILMORE GIRLS

  • 37 parts
  • 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 ~ ꜰɪɴɴ (GILMORE GIRLS) cover
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What we never said - Logan Huntzberger

38 parts Ongoing

I've always loved my world. The quiet power of good tailoring, the way a name can open a door before you even knock, the elegance of knowing exactly where you belong. I love the rituals. The stillness before a gala begins. The whispered negotiations behind a champagne glass. The way silence is not absence-but control. There's beauty in structure. Comfort in legacy. I never needed to rebel to feel alive. I had Europe, I had Yale, I had purpose stitched into every inch of me. And yet... Every now and then, there's a moment. A crack in the perfectly painted walls. A glance, a word, a face I can't explain. She was one of those moments. Familiar in a way that had nothing to do with memory. We didn't speak. Not really. But something between us shifted the air, like a thread being pulled from a fabric I thought was seamless. And suddenly, I wasn't sure if what I loved was mine- or just what I was told to love.