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"𝐁𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐃 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄..." AN OUTERBANKS FANFIC When a new clue to the Royal Merchant treasure surfaces, the Pogues are forced into an uneasy alliance with five Kooks: each with their own secrets, motives, and scars. As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, the lines between Pogues and Kooks begin to blur, and in a town where betrayal is as common as salt in the air, the greatest risk might not be the hunt for gold, but the people they choose to trust.

Charlotte is accepted as the only female senior in Voltaire High. She's the best student around and she's always hunting perfection no matter what it takes... too bad that a boy will screw it all. Mixte 1963 fanfic •#1jeanpierremagnan •#1 jeanpierre •#1 jean-pierre

She's sun-kissed chaos with salt in her veins. He's the hurricane that never learned how to stay. Dove Celest Maren always liked to stay on the sidelines. Working at the cozy gift shop by the beach, journaling in her hammock, swimming with her dog Milo, and minding her own soft-girl business. She's friends with everyone-Pogues, Kooks, and the in-betweens. Especially Sarah Cameron. Even Rafe Cameron... sometimes. But everything shifts the day JJ Maybank walks back into her life like a wildfire. Tan. Reckless. Loud. And looking at her like she hung the damn moon. She's not sure what they are. He's not sure why her being around Rafe drives him insane. And summer? Summer's about to get way too hot to handle. A story of tangled hearts, cold oceans, secret necklaces, stolen nights, jealousy, grief, healing, and finding home in the most unexpected places. This is what happens when sunshine meets storm. A JJ Maybank x OC story written and created by me.

You're rafe Cameron's girlfriend. He's controlling, manipulative, and insanely jealous over you. (13/01/24) #1-Rafecameron (12/03/24) #1-Outerbanks (2/04/24) #1-Sarahcameron (2/04/24) #1-Boyfriend (17/06/24) #1-Rafe

*ೃ༄ Summer had a way of making everything seem too good to be true, and this year was no different. I am not Jenny Han nor do I claim to be. I do not own this world or any of the characters except any not mentioned in the original series, all rights go to Jenny Han!

"I'll hold you now, okay? I'll be that someone for whatever you need." Indi, an aspiring artist and the daughter of one of the best baseball players of all time, is in her junior year of high school. She's always stressed over keeping up with her academics, but something about this year is different. The anxiety is at an all time high, especially since this is the school year that matters the most. She hardly has time for family, let alone friends, and definitely NOT romance. Except, when her brother's best friend Ezra begins hanging around the house more often, a love story begins to seem a little more realistic in her life than it has in all the years before him. For the first time since high school started, she begins to consider whether or not her studies are more important than the memories that she's missing out on. #1-brothersbestfriend #1-onebed #3-girlxboy #4-clean #4-baseball #7-artist #11-teenromance #12-friendstolovers No pictures or songs are mine!

«You aren't mine to lose.»

Mallory Graham still struggles daily with a battle she never dares to speak about. She puts on a fake smile, forcing down the pain, and pretending for her family and friends. Cole McCan doesn't have much faith in his future. He's an amazing hockey player, and he's been told by many coaches and scouts that he has more potential than Crosby himself. But, one thing ties him down. Family. However, it's kind of hard to deny the scholarship he received to St. Mary's. It's the best high school in Boston, with an even better hockey team. That means he can get noticed. He can make it to college on a scholarship, and his future can only skyrocket from there. When he accepted that scholarship though, he never expected to meet the love of his life, and definitely not a way out of the horrible truth he's been facing for so long.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN