Rascals
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A story of a runaway heartbeat and the found family it dragged along. They move from place to place-half-lost, half-chosen-chasing quiet, hiding from the noise. It started with one girl trying to outrun the truth her family fed her, and grew into a mismatched group of escapees: her best friend, a boyfriend, two internet ghosts, and later, the ones who took the place of those who left. But people don't always stay. Sometimes they leave with a note. Sometimes they don't say anything at all. And sometimes... they come back. What happens when someone you loved left you for what they thought was your good-only to return when the damage's been done? What happens when grief makes room for someone new? And how do you know when the road you're running is finally home? --- Content Warning: •Themes of death, grief, abandonment •Found family & trauma bonding •Emotional and psychological triggers •Intimate/suggestive scenes (light smut)
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I've made it out of that nightmare I used to call home. The last person my parents had entrusted with my safety was a lie. The man I was being married off too turned out to be a ruthless monster. Escape was my only choice if I was going to come out alive. Now, I'm hundreds of miles away from the only home I knew. Living in a car, scraping by. Enduring what I was afraid of to begin with. A rich girl like me was not meant for the streets. But I'll be damned if they drag me down. If it means survival from here on out to keep me away from the hands of my own family so be it. But the universe seemed to have a different plan for me. One with three men, 3 bikes and a load of baggage they are not ready to deal with. Protecting myself is a priority, especially with the life that is growing inside of me. Distance is key, survival is crucial and staying the hell away from these men is detrimental. They've got no idea the hell that is me, Juniper Vanderbilt.

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