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Esme Park

Stars Hollows favorite twin

While Rory chased her dreams far beyond Stars Hollow, you chose to stay behind. At twenty, you're helping Lorelai run the Dragonfly Inn, living in your own little house, and building a quiet life surrounded by the people and town you've always loved. But when Jess Mariano returns to Stars Hollow, the boy you grew up with—and the one person you never quite managed to forget—walks back into your life older, wiser, and carrying feelings that never completely disappeared. Between family dinners, town gossip, Luke's disapproval, Lorelai's relentless teasing, and Rory coming home whenever life gets complicated, you and Jess slowly rediscover the friendship you once had—and the love that might have been there all along. Sometimes, finding your way home means finding the person who was waiting there all along.

Home Front

Your daughter, Lyla, is only four months old. Four months of sleepless nights. Four months of wondering if you were enough. Four months of learning how to be both mom and dad. At nineteen, this wasn't how you imagined your life. The tiny apartment wasn't much—peeling paint, secondhand furniture, and a crib your aunt found at a garage sale—but it was safe. Safe was enough. Your ex made sure of that. He'd disappeared before Emma was born, only resurfacing to send the occasional threatening text or demand to "see his kid" whenever it suited him. After the last incident, you blocked his number and filed for a protective order. You refused to let fear raise your daughter.

The Only Exception

Damon Salvatore has spent centuries burying his heart—until a vampire from his past returns to Mystic Falls. Y/N is ancient, untouchable, and dangerously coveted. To the world, Damon is a menace. To her, he would command the ocean.

Firefighter

You are a nurse at Locken Hospital, you are a pretty experienced even though you’re 23 years old. You recently transferred from another hospital and your still learning that ropes at locken hospital You work with both adults and children. you're amazing at your job, you have a very calm demeanor that makes people comfortable, as well as a bubbly one. you enjoy your time off reading, and sometimes your friends drag you out for nights out. You often work closely with the local firefighters and police, one firefighter in particular has caught your eye.

Maple creek inn

You never expected to inherit anything. Especially not an old countryside inn. After your grandmother passes away, you find yourself back in the small town you grew up visiting as a child, now responsible for Maple Creek Inn—a beautiful but slightly run-down property surrounded by golden fields, woods, and a small working ranch. You arrive with your infant daughter, two suitcases, a box of books, and absolutely no idea what you're doing. The inn has been in your grandmother's family for generations, and your grandmother spent her final years keeping it alive with the help of Caleb, a local cowboy who grew up down the road. Caleb knows the property better than anyone. He repaired the fences. Chopped the firewood. Fed the horses. Fixed the old plumbing. Helped your grandmother carry groceries. And when you show up after the funeral, he assumes you'll sell the place. Instead, you decide to stay

In Every Version of Us

At twenty-one, you’ve learned to build a life around chronic illness, hospital stays, and a body you can’t always trust. Then you fall deeply in love with Elliot, a boy who never tries to fix you—he simply stays. Through flare-ups, fear, college, family, and ordinary moments, you discover that love doesn’t have to cure you to save you.

Boy next door

You met when you were six. By eight, you had matching scraped knees and a secret path through the woods behind your neighborhood. By twelve, everyone assumed you'd end up together. By sixteen, you almost believed it. Life had other plans. Your diagnosis came quietly at first. Appointments became specialists. Specialists became medications. Medications became hospital rooms. Your world slowly shrank from football games and late-night drives to managing symptoms, pacing your energy, and learning that plans could disappear overnight. You got good at pretending you were fine. Most people got tired of asking. Ethan never did. Until his family moved away. You never blamed him. It just hurt anyway.

The People Who Stay

Y/N has spent her entire life being treated like an inconvenience. Born into a wealthy family that resents her deafness more than they care to understand it, she's learned to keep her expectations low and her distance even lower. At an elite boarding school filled with privileged students, complicated family histories, and people who seem to have everything figured out, Y/N plans to keep her head down and make it through graduation. She doesn't plan on him. Or his loud, infuriating group of friends who slowly make room for her in their lives, learn to communicate with her, and become something she never expected to have. A family. But learning to let people in is difficult when you've spent your entire life being given reasons not to.

Mafia love

No one said your name above a whisper. Not because they feared you. Because they feared the man standing beside you. Luca Moretti. To the rest of the world, he was a ghost wrapped in expensive suits and old money. The head of one of the most powerful crime families in the country. Ruthless. Calculating. The kind of man who could silence an entire room with a single glance. People called him a monster. You called him your husband. No one understood why. They assumed you were frightened of him. Forced into the marriage. A pretty wife kept in a gilded cage. They couldn't have been more wrong. You had chosen Luca just as fiercely as he had chosen you. Long before the designer dresses, charity galas, and black SUVs, the two of you had built your relationship on one unshakable promise: No lies. No fear. No one comes between us.

The Castle at Lochmore

You are a 25-year-old bestselling romance author who has completely lost the ability to write. Your publisher calls it writer's block. You call it a disaster. After months of staring at an empty document, your editor sends you to Lochmore Castle, a secluded estate in the Scottish Highlands where a small group of authors are spending several weeks writing, networking, and supposedly finding inspiration. You expect misty mountains, fireplaces, good food, and enough solitude to finish your manuscript. You don't expect Callum MacLeod. Callum is the 29-year-old heir to Lochmore, though he would rather be called the estate's caretaker than its future laird. He's spent his life working the land, managing the surrounding farm, and trying to preserve the crumbling castle his family has owned for generations. He has absolutely no interest in romance novels. Or American authors. Or people arriving at his home expecting a picturesque Scottish experience. Unfortunately for him, you're all three.

Beyond the Whistle.

Y/N is a star college lacrosse player on a full-ride scholarship, balancing the pressure of being one of the best on the field with the demands of college life. When she catches the attention of a standout player on the men's lacrosse team, late-night study sessions, playful competition, and undeniable chemistry turn into something neither expected. Between game days, packed schedules, and falling in love, they'll have to figure out how to make room for each other without losing sight of the dreams that brought them here.

Contractually married to a Bridgerton

When her father’s will reveals she is contractually bound to marry Anthony Bridgerton, Y/N Ashbourne finds herself promised to a man she has never met. The daughter of a wealthy earl, she is humble, reserved, and fiercely independent—and has no intention of surrendering her freedom without a fight. Anthony, equally displeased by an arrangement made without his consent, has little interest in an obedient wife. Bound by their fathers’ friendship and a contract neither asked for, two strangers must navigate society, family expectations, and an unexpected life together. They may be obligated to marry, but falling in love was never part of the agreement.

After Hours

At twenty-two, Y/N is one of the best pediatric doctors in the city. Between demanding hospital shifts, difficult cases, and the constant responsibility of caring for little lives, she doesn't have much time for herself. So she makes a habit of stopping at a neighborhood bar on her way home. He owns the place. He's twenty-four, effortlessly charming, a little too good at making her laugh, and quickly becoming her favorite part of an otherwise exhausting day. It starts with familiar faces, late-night meals, and conversations across the bar. But somewhere along the way, the bartender who knows her usual order becomes the person she wants to see at the end of every shift. Neither was looking for anything. Neither expected to find it after hours.

The Girl in the File

There are only two people in the world who know your secret. You. And Aaron Hotchner. The rest of the BAU knows you as Agent Y/N L/N. Twenty-three years old. One of the youngest profilers ever accepted into the Behavioral Analysis Unit. A photographic memory that rivals Spencer Reid's. A degree in psychology earned years ahead of schedule. An uncanny ability to notice the details everyone else overlooks. To them, you're simply the Bureau's newest prodigy. No one questions why Hotch handpicked you. No one asks why your personnel file is sealed above your clearance level. No one realizes they've already met you. Years ago. Just not as a colleague. Seven years earlier... You weren't Agent Y/N. You were Victim Twenty-Seven. The girl found alive. The only witness who couldn't remember her attacker's face. Your case crossed the BAU's desks before you were old enough to understand what they were trying to save you from. You remembered fragments. A ticking clock. The smell of rain. A voice humming somewhere in the dark. Then... Nothing. The unsub was caught. The case was closed. Life moved on. At least everyone else thought it had. You didn't become a profiler because you wanted revenge. You became one because you remembered what it felt like to sit in an interrogation room while strangers tried to make sense of the worst month of your life. You remembered every detective who spoke about you instead of to you. Every whispered conversation outside hospital doors. Every look of pity. You promised yourself that if you ever stood on the other side of the table... Victims would never feel invisible again.