"That was ages ago, how do you still remember that?" "Because when I walked into that room, I was mesmerized by the image of you. That was the most beautiful sight I have seen in my entire life. A moment so special it made all of my senses come to a standstill. I just couldn't look away. If I had snapped a photo of you back then, you probably would have thought I was an odd one, so I didn't. But god, I wish I had. I remember walking back into my room that evening and cursing my hands for not being able to draw. If I ever learn how to-which I will-that memory will be the first thing my pencil will mimic on paper." • 𖤝 • Daisy had her life back in order-or so she deluded herself into thinking-until one reckless mistake has her spiraling out of control again. Now she's stuck sharing an apartment with her brother's best friend for a year. Living with him would've been fine-if she hadn't sent him that damn nude. The one he left on read. Her plan to avoid him doesn't last long. She's sunshine and chaos, desperate for conversation. He's walls and silence, determined to keep her out. The harder she tries to break through, the more she realizes that beneath his cold exterior is the one person who might actually keep her grounded. But just when she starts to believe things are falling into place, her worst nightmare crashes back into her life-threatening to destroy everything all over again. • 𖤝 • Completed ✓

#1 in Teen Fiction - 26.03.2020 #10 in Romance - 04.10.2020 #1 in Unrequited - 21.02.2020 #1 in LoveTriangle - 01.01.2020 # 14 in Angst - 20.20.2020 Loving someone who doesn't love you is hard... But watching someone you love, fall in love with someone else, is harder... Serena was waiting for the moment that Liam would notice her. She was his neighbour since he'd moved into the house across from her, and she's been in love with him since he crashed his bike outside her house. What she didn't expect was that the moment Liam said the words "Hey, Neighbour", he was about to shatter her heart into pieces... *** *Requires Some Major Editing (hopefully I'll get to eventually) and Also Contains Some Swearing*

Loving someone who doesn't love you back show us that unrequited love is extremely painful but it can also help us grow...... *************** This story is work of fiction, names, character, places and incidents are either a product of author's imagination or used fictiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead events or locales are entirely coincidential. This story is written in Taglish and has major major errors, typographical and grammarical. Please be considerate. I'm not fluent. NOTE: PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!!!!

A triangle love Part 1 of 2 *************** I suddenly pecked his lips and smiled confidently. He just looked at me and didn't say anything. I smiled and said,"I like you Luke,and I see you for who you are". He didn't respond and I said,"Earth to Luke!Luke!". He finally got out of it and said," Huh?". I smiled and repeated myself to him,I said,"Will you be my boyfriend?",I said as I smiled softly. He nodded and I smiled brightly and kissed him passionately as I hugged him. He actually kissed me back. I could tell he hasn't been kissed like this. My heart dropped as I saw how cute he reacted. I suddenly kissed him from his lips all the way down his neck and made marks on his neck and smirked. He blushed and I said,"your mine now~",as I winked. *************** Just as I'm about to head through my house door, my phone buzzed. I checked it to see that I got a message from Ethan. My eyes welled up, because it was Brittany with another guy. I still ended up calling her to make sure it wasn't a photoshop or a lie. She picked up and said "I'm leaving you." My tears finally ran down my face. I'm glad my parents aren't home. I don't want them to see me like this. **************** When I almost walked off I felt someone grab my hand. My heart skipped a beat when I turned around. Sam was holding my hand and her lips touched mine. I had no reaction but happiness. Why is she kissing me? Without thinking I kissed her back. I moved back and looked down at the floor nervously laughing. I rubbed the back of my neck apologizing but she cut me off. " I-I'm sorry I just really like you and I-i uh didn't mean to." Sam said about to close the door in embarrassment. I grabbed her hand again pulling her into a small hug. My heart was racing and my face was really red. It was burning and I could feel it. What just happened!? I kissed Sam's cheek and me being scared I said it. ***** Small parts from the first three chapters ;)

-- "You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's. "I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it. "You're testing my patience, princess." He admits as his hands lay lazily on my neck, I smirk at his sentence. "You're either leaving this place with a black eye or a hickey" He announces. "You wouldn't dare to kiss me." I bark back, his smirk growing as mine fades away. "Try me, Rora." He states, with the goddamn nickname. ---------- !! - It does contain mentions of sexual references, mature themes and strong verbiage. UPDATED WEEKLY!!!!! ---- #1 IN SECRECY (10/18/24) #3 IN COLLEGE (03/20/25) #1 IN HOCKEYPLAYER (07/31/24) #3 IN HOCKEY (10/06/24) #2 IN ENEMIES (03/28/25) #1 IN TEASE (09/03/24) #8 IN BAD BOY (10/06/24) #6 IN ENEMIESTOLOVERS (03/27/25) #3 IN RIVALRY #2 IN FRIENDGROUP

He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.

You and Auston had been friends since you were in kindergarten. You were close. Maybe too close from the outside looking in. But that was just you and Auston, never separating, never leaving from the others side. How many times did you have to tell people, "No, we're not a couple." And how many times did your heart burn wishing that you were. You were in love with him, at the very least, and you thought you did a good job at masking it from him. But apparently everyone else saw right through it. (1st person pov, (y/n) main character)

Sometimes I catch myself wondering how I ended up juggling early morning swim practices, a full course load, and the whirlwind of campus life-all while carrying the weight of expectations from a dad who once dominated professional hockey and a mom who's a force in the fashion world. Maybe that's why I'm so good at keeping my guard up, hiding behind perfect times in the pool and a quick, practiced wit. I first crossed paths with Cam Reid after being dragged to a party the night I moved into my freshman dorm. He was everything the rumors promised: a hockey phenom with a magnetic pull and a reputation for effortless charm, especially with the ladies. But after a horrible pick-up attempt, I did what the rest of the girls at the party would deem unthinkable-I turned him down, making it clear I wasn't interested in being just another story for him. But instead of turning away, Cam proved himself to be more than a headline or a rumor. We built something real-a steady, solid, and surprisingly uncomplicated friendship. But that's the thing about lines drawn in friendships-they're not always as permanent as you think. One night, everything changed, and the laughter and late-night talks began to blur into something I couldn't quite define, and suddenly, every instinct to keep things platonic began to feel impossible to follow.