for as long as hannah can remember, she's always had bad self-esteem. but as she's becoming a teenager things take a turn for the worse and she develops anorexia. hannah is now sixteen and nothing has changed. but can tony change her?tony has been bullied for several years, and as a result has developed anxiety and depression. his mom has had enough, and they finally move to a new town in hope that the bullying will stop. but will everything go according to plan?(lowercase intended)cover picture: lock-screenss on tumblr
Please read final chapter. This story has been discontinued.Sooooo I searched up Sheldon x Reader Fanfics and there was only one with a girl writing her name in the spots and usually it wouldn't bother me but I can't read xReader Fanfics without (Name) or [Y/N]. I just- ughhhh anyway enjoy my reader insert ( ^Ο^
She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly.Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that."I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare.A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.
nobody could be her. she has power she's americas diva don't mess with her because she can become your worst nightmare but she is gods beautiful creation. and every one wants a pice of her.
Ryan and Johnny first see each other when the sing gang is dressed up as janitors. Their eyes lock.They meet each other again at dance rehearsal where they start to talk. After ugly monkey dude makes them battle for hours, Ryan stumbles on Johnny having a panic attack.On his rare days off he like to kick back with his little 'sister' Nooshy and break dance, something kickanklobber forbids and Johnny joins into the mix.Strangers-to-friends-to-loversI don't own Sing or Sing 2 this is just a fanfic.
Lana Chapman has only one choice - and it will shatter her heart. Forced to leave behind the most precious person in her life, her little sister, Sydney, there's a secret that binds them. Seven years later, strange signs show Sydney all is not what it seems. Can Lana outrun the forces that willed them apart, and reuinte with Sydney for good? Or is all lost?
Book 2 of the Kshatrani series."A mother dies a thousand deaths the day her son is snatched from her."Abhimanyu's mother had always been fearless; he knew that. She was always his shield, her arms his fortress. Whatever he was, he was because of her. Her struggle, her sacrifice, her vision for the future. Maa; for him, she wasn't just his mother. She was his mentor, his guide, his protectress. At times, she even took the place of his father-She loved him, and so she waited for him. Yet, she never let that absence define their lives.Her courage, her resilience, her fiery spirit ran through his veins, her blood pounding in his ears as he sustained blow after blow from the relentless Kuru warriors. That day, they drained everything from him, but nothing could drain her blood from his body.She was in every fibre of his being. After all, bravery ran in their blood.Veer Abhimanyu- defined by his mother. A memoir of the woman who bore one of the greatest warriors the world had ever witnessed, the illustrious Princess of Dwarka. Abhimanyu-janani Subhadra.
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