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|| Featured FREE story with exclusive paid chapters - previously a paid story || When Haley discovers the truth behind Xavier, whose silence holds a deeper meaning, she sets her mind on making his life better one small step at a time. ***** Haley Rosamond is happy with her simple life, content under the wing of her father. Well-protected, she has no idea of the darkness surrounding Xavier Hunt, with his all-black attire and infrequent presence in school-accompanied by his bruises and scars. That is, until Haley catches a glimpse of Xavier's reality and is made to question everything she knows about family and life in general. The truth, she realizes, couldn't be more different from everything she has heard. Supported by her father, Haley sets her mind on helping Xavier any way she can, and what begins with tutoring sessions, free food, and random acts of kindness blooms into friendship and something a little more. But when Haley's admission into her dream college and another tragedy in Xavier's life threaten to undo everything she has worked for, Haley needs to decide if she'll stick by Xavier or simply be another person in his life that disappears. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

just a few stories about Cale mostly. requests are allowed, just i do have boundaries and can't do them all. all right thank you. okay, so here's like the ao3 version of like tagging: * Sometimes there's shipping, its mostly from requests. * There's a lot of angst stuff. Like suicide, blood, alcohol, smoking, abuse and more. * I am bad at trigger warnings. I've got like. one or two. * There is also crack. * There's a bit of everything. * Shit writing, okay writing, anything.

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Everything is perfectly normal. Every day I go to work, greet familiar faces, and come home to the same quiet routine. Safe. Ordinary. Unremarkable. But something is happening. Something quiet. Something almost sinister. Every day I pass the same crooked house at the end of my street. And I can't shake the feeling - someone is watching me. Waiting. Learning. Mimicking. Is it human? Or is it something else

She was the ignored child , who want the love and appreciation from her parents" Welcome to the story of Veara(vira) singhania a heir to a big household loed by everyone except the one she want to get loved . She isn't a spoiled princess but the one who spoils her family. Her parents love each other but ignore her and appreciate her siblings and cousins. " Love isn't important in his life only money, he want to show people that a orphan can and he will . Let's meet Reyansh Rajvansh a cool , sweet, cute boy only made for love but life has another plans he lost his parents at the age of 7 still he carries all house burden on his shoulders and love his sister the most he has money but not respect in the world of old money.

A long time ago, the Divines created humans and angels. Humans- bringers of chaos and mayhem, and Angels- creatures of balance and harmony. They were seperated. the angels to abide by night, and the humans to abide by day, so their paths would never cross. Thousands of years later, Liv Alabaster knew they must be separated, but she never really cared. Or knew why. She lived in her own world. A world of royalty and nobles, justice and peace. She never thought her parents would betray that world. At night, Adrian Dilure had his own problems too. Angels thrived in the sun. Not the shadow of night. As his father becomes sicker and sicker from lack of sun, he knows somehow he has to change the law.

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This is a short story I wrote a few months ago that I wanted to share with someone. There's no particular reason. And it's not even something that has ever happened to me in real life. I just... felt like doing it. I've written other short stories that I could let you read. If you'd like, you can take a look at them or tell me what you think. I'd really appreciate it.

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tw:depression, ed, suicidal thoughts, sh Leo Valdez is done. He gives up. He's so done with people. No onr actually cares. He's done wigh faking joy, so instead he tricked Lou Ellen and runs away. No ome can remember him now, no chance for them to talk him out of it. But Leo couldn't block Jason. Of course that came back to haunt him. Jason finds him. the art is mine dont read on teenfic.

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Some stories aren't about love. Love just happens to be there when everything else falls apart. She survived things no one should survive, and then survived them again, quietly, for years, in the only ways she knew how - the pills, the silence, the nights she came home someone else. He loved her. That was never the problem. Loving her didn't undo what had been done to her, or stop what she was doing to herself. Love was just the thing that stayed in the room while the rest of it happened. This abuse, addiction, and the particular grief of watching someone you love be taken apart - by other people, by their own hands, by time. Love isn't the plot. It's just what was left standing at the end.

Chaotic thoughts Often they won't make sense But that's fine No one here will judge me in ways that hurt

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