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WARNING: I DO NOT CONDONE THE RELATIONSHIPS SHOWN IN THIS FIC/GAME MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, OR AT LEAST BE +14 WHEN READING FIC DEALS WITH HEAVY TOPIC SUCH AS STALKING, MURDER, ABUSE, SELF HARM AND S/A Y/N's life has been... chaotic. Leaving her family after they broke out into another fit of drama, she left straight to college and got an apartment and a job. Now not only is her roommate not paying their half of the rent, but she's been getting less and less sleep. That is, until she meets an interesting stranger.... [cover is not my art btw!! It used to be before I changed it since I hate my art lol] ♡

good night ; y. amane x f. reader! ━━ ❝ fabricated love my dear ! ❞ &&. just your average , cliche , love story between two teenagers . yet as day's continue to past , one realizes . this isn't the cliche love story she hoped for at all . + COMPLETED ! fluff , angst , romance . [ + foul language & triggering topics .]

Iwaizumi H. x Reader x Oikawa T. (poly!) You've been pining over them for two years, more soon to come with college starting. Balancing both your coffee shop job and you college courses on one hip, and the struggles of managing friendships through unrequited love on the other, you're right at your limit. On edge, you're doing your best to not screw everything up. I've moved this from my tumblr @special-simp to here! So yes, this is my story.

After a tragic event that left Imani shattered, she and her mother move across the states to start a new life, hoping to escape the shadows of their past. But peace proves hard to find when she meets Isaiah - the quiet, guarded boy next door with a darkness of his own. Their connection is instant, raw, and electric, but neither of them is ready for what's buried beneath the surface. As Imani fights to rebuild herself and Isaiah battles the ghosts that threaten to consume him, they discover that love might not be enough to save them - but it just might be the thing that makes them fight harder to save themselves. "The Boy Next Door" is a gripping, emotionally charged story of trauma, survival, and the kind of love that both heals and hurts. A story about broken souls, found families, and the courage it takes to choose each other - even when the world has taught you not to trust.

hey guys it's my first FF so koi b glti ho toh maaf kar dena pls 😁 story about our lovely MaAn and meri Shayari b sath sath hogi and meri commentary b jhelni pdegi 😁 kya hota agr MaAn Phle se hi lovers hote ? socho socho ......

Senior high school was probably one of the best moments in life, at least for certain folks. We learn the meaning of life from those periods. It only happens 3 years for the majority of people. But the moments still linger on our mind. Parties, school events, board games, clubs, extracurricular activities, part-time jobs, driving... basketball, soccer, volleyball, cheerleaders, panties, etc-etc! You name it~ Although there are many differences across nations, one thing is familiar and identical: Senior high school is probably where we learn the most-not only academically but also in empathy... in love. This story is based on an Indonesian High School, where a male teen discovers a new perspective on affection. *Notes - Sorry for my basic, amateurish English and story telling. I'll do my best to improve. Peace.

How would you feel when you're stuck with the campus' playboy that happened to be the best friend of your ex-boyfriend? What's worse is, he even offered a plan to pay a revenge against your former dear boyfriend. By using him! Would it turn out to be a good one or a bad one?

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

This is a kT Fanfiction where in the lead character broke up with his first love during his graduation at High school without any closure, leaving him with too much pain, and hatred towards the man he had loved once. However, after 5 years. The two met again in the most unexpected situation. He will work for his ex's wedding as his wedding designer. After such years of hating the person who left his ex without a word, would the truth erased all the pain and hatred inside his heart to see how much he is still longing for the same person who hurted him? Is selfish the real greatest love of all afterall? (This story is dedicated to my friend and mentor). -@Joell95 #Kttyff Past achievement: #243taekook #32exboyfriend