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They pooped together, They dressed together, celebrated birthdays together gone to school together and so much more. He was her pillow, She was his Blanket. People see them as Brother's and sisters but what about them? What do they see one another as? Heading to college, Lovetta realizes its now or never to confess her feelings... But what would happen? Would it affect there relationship they already share or would it bring them together. Going up and down battling, This 18 year old girl faces through hard times just for her one love she doesn't want to let go. Or would she? *** "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Hey" "Say 'Hey' One more time and you won't be able to eat your favorite cupcakes." I frowned pushing him away and crossing my arms like a little child. I heard him sigh and soon enough his huge arms wrapped around my neck, nose buried in the crook. "You can say 'Hey' I love your voice anyways." My face heated fast and I bit my lip hoping he doesn't notice. God if he only knew how much his words affected me.

❝𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ They were enemies in high school. Pulling pranks, calling names and embarrassing each other in front of the school were in both of their's daily schedules. That lasted almost three years until she disappeared mysteriously in the senior year and he continued living life the way it was before her. Now, five years later, both are busy with their lives. They haven't seen each other since that day but the memories never disappeared. When they meet again, neither of them was ready for the consequences.

"You have no idea how badly I want to make love to you," he responds with a shake of his head. "I love you so much," he continues and my heart melts. "I love you," I whisper back. "Okay, I'm going to make love to you now, Angel. It will hurt a little, so let me know if it hurts too much," he says and leans down to kiss me. "I'll be gentle," he tells me. Keeping his eyes locked on mine he shifts his hips forward slightly and enters inside of me. My mouth widens as he enters, and I feel a slight pinch. He was right, it does hurt, but it's not terrible. "Christ! You're the sun!" he calls out. I watch his face crumble. He buries his face in my neck and then he's above me again, his hands on my cheeks again. ... For 20 year old Alison Scott, love was never something she deemed herself worthy of. Not until he came along. With his tousled brown hair, lean muscular body and smile that ignited everything south of her body; he was unbearably attractive and intimidating to Alison. She thought he could never be interested in someone like her, until he was. Was living in the same household together with someone you want and need such a great idea? As they embark on this journey together, Alison discovers her own desires as well as all the secrets Isaac keeps. You will become addicted to Addicted. Warning: 'Addicted' contains graphic depiction of violence, sexuality, strong language, mature themes, and drug references. Reader Discretion is advised. BOOK 1: ADDICTED BOOK 2: CRAVED (in the making)

After Alyana suffered a horrific car accident, it resulted her into becoming wheelchair bound. Alyana goal was to try to survive this life of hers but, It became difficult after her father thought it was best for her to move to New Jersey with her Uncle Ben to greave of her traumatic past. The most unexpected event occurred in her life to choose whether she should live or die. |Thank you for choosing to read this story.| |EYNH includes humor, romance, death, mental health, domestic violence and traumatic events| *DISCLAIMER* Possible suicide and self harm scenes. Please read at your own risk. |Includes aesthetic|

"My entire existence revolved around loving her. I was brought into this world, bound to her. Everyday, I was meant to make her smile; I wanted to see her laugh. My arms were supposed to be open every time she wanted to be embraced. But now, she wanted me dead." 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟏𝟐+ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲/𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐀 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 :) ☕️ #1 dualnarrative #2 regretful #2 wishes #3 twostories 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗜 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆! 𝗦𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗵𝗮.

spencer, i'll remember how i'd loved you. even after i saw the hate behind your sweet eyes and messy statistics. even after i heard casually cruel words leave the same sugary lips that you used to plant soft kisses on my cheeks. even after i saw you kill right in front of me. the loss of your presence would still hurt the same. it probably wouldn't even matter what you did or didn't do because at night, i would still be crying into my pillow about everything that happened to you regardless. that's another thing that hurts so bad about this all. your loss. it's obvious, i know that. but i feel so alone. and you're actually gone this time.

Life and death. Love and war. All a matter of addition and subtraction. What happens if in a moment of subtraction, there is an unnatural addition? What happens if you cheat death? And finally, what happens when your neighbor, who has had a family passing recently, hears about it?

You really think you know the full story? You may think you do, but you don't. There's a fine line between love and hate, of course there is... there always is. You can be two things at once, can't you? Can you love two people at once? Do you even know who you are? Or who you want to be? Or maybe this, who you are right know is exactly who you are supposed to be. ⚠️WARNING BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY⚠️: This story contains some content that some people may be uncomfortable with. This is just me warning you all because I stopped putting TW's after like chapter eight!! :) This story talks about and has - eating disorders - alcohol - drugs - violence - cursing/swearing - sexual assault/ talk of a previous r*pe - homophobia Just know in advance that this story is Mature for a reason, please don't attack me okay LOL😭😭 I do not own any of the songs used in this story. All credit goes to the owners. #1 in punk! 8/19/22 #1 in gossip! 10/6/22 #1 in New York 4/28/23

Love, a powerful force that binds two souls, came crashing down on me like a tidal wave. It was no longer just a feeling, but a verb, a doing word that demanded action. In the wake of this heartbreaking revelation, two lives, built on dreams, hopes, and expectations, were torn apart, leaving me shattered beyond words. The pain still echoes through my veins, even to this day. 💘💝 For the first time, I found myself in a tumultuous internal battle between my heart and mind, questioning what is right and wrong. My faith and values weren't something I was willing to compromise on, and his revelation had thrown everything I knew into disarray. I was lost, drowning in my own mess of emotions. 🥀 But even today, as time has passed, the treacherous beatings of my heart refuse to align with the lingering anger and disappointment that plague my weary mind. It seems that my heart has a way of disregarding all notions of hate and anger, steadfastly choosing love instead. Oh, the heart ♥️, an ever-faithful companion, persisting in its devotion even when it seems impossible to comprehend. Thus, my tale unfolds, interlaced with empathy, as if spun by the hand of an empathetic storyteller. It is a journey of healing and reassessment, a quest to make peace with the complexities of love and forgiveness. And as I traverse this path, I do so with the understanding that true love, even when shattered and scarred, has the power to inspire compassion and protect the memories of a love once cherished.💌💖 I needed help, a guiding light to lead me out of the darkness.🌻🌈🌠 Come and join me on the journey of Charis & Mizo thee Gemini & Pisces romantic pair whose stories are forever with me,etched on my being. ***All images are for illustrations only; some are googled images but most are generated via an app by myself***

Death, the truth everyone tries to ran from. So small but with a big impact. First her father then her mother. Lost and still hurting after all those years she found love, in the most unusual way - from the most intriguing girl. The most purest - Not Edited