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Complete, First published Oct 12, 2025
Hi, my name is Rose. I'm nineteen years old, and right now, I'm in college, trying to figure out who I am and where I belong in this big, confusing world. On the outside, I probably look like any other student rushing to classes, juggling assignments, and pretending I have everything under control. But inside, things feel a little more complicated.

Not too long ago, I went through a breakup with my ex-boyfriend, Noah. He was my first love, the person I thought I could trust, and losing him left me feeling like I'd lost a part of myself. For a while, it was hard to breathe without thinking of him, hard to walk around campus without expecting him to appear around the corner. Some days I still catch myself remembering the way he laughed or the way he said my name, and those memories tug at me, even when I wish they wouldn't.

But life has a funny way of moving forward, even when you feel like you're standing still. A few weeks after Noah and I ended things, someone new arrived on campus-Liam Payne. He's nothing like Noah. Where Noah always felt familiar and safe, Liam feels exciting, unpredictable, almost like a spark that catches you off guard. He has this presence that makes people turn their heads when he walks into a room, but it isn't just his looks-it's the way he carries himself, confident yet kind.

I didn't mean to notice him as much as I did. At first, I thought it was just a harmless crush, the kind you get when you're trying to distract yourself from heartbreak. But the more I saw him, the harder it was to look away. Something about Liam makes me curious, like there's a whole story written across his smile, and I want to know every chapter.

So here I am: Rose, nineteen, a little bruised from love, a little hopeful for something new, and maybe-just maybe-ready to let my heart take another chance.
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Your Name On My Wrist [book1]

26 parts Complete Mature

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it all! My name is Lily. I'm a 15 year old girl who lives in Doncaster England. Everyday is the same for me, just different consequences. I wake up in the morning, get ready and go down stairs into the tiny kitchen of the dump I'm obligated to call 'home'. I get yelled at for everything. If I didn't clean the dishes, I get called names. But thats not what hurts the most. I also get beatings. Punches in the face and stomach, cuts on my arms and face and bruises all over. The one person that I hate more than my mother, is my father. He caused me this pain. All the times that I almost died of blood loss or because I got hit in the head too hard. My mother ran off when I was 10. Thats when everything went wrong. My father blamed me for her leaving. I'm now emotionally, physically and mentally hurt. I have an alright life at school. No one knows my real life because I'm good at hiding my feelings. My eyes don't show emotion. They stay their original vibrant blue. Let's start the day, shall we? I woke up this morning sore all over my body. I forgot that last night I got threw on the floor and punched in my stomach and sides because when my father got home early last night, I didn't make him his supper. I tried to explain and promised it would never happen again and thats when he beat me. Thankfully I have no scars or bruises on my face. I got into my bathroom that is connected to my room and hop into the shower. I wash up and go brush my teeth. When I'm done, I step over to my closet and pull out my blue and black stripped long sleeve shirt so it covers my bruises, my pre-ripped skinnies and my Supras. For my hair, I just straighten it out. I slip on my heart shaped british necklace and leave for school. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••