Harry Is Cold To His Family Fanfiction

Willa has been running for as long as she could remember along side her twin brother, West and her mother. Their Mother has always told them that a someone is after them. Life was difficult since their mother trained them to be ready for anything, even her death. Two years after their mom died, the twins luck has finally run out and they are captured but they are shocked to discover that it's their own father and brothers they've been running from. Now reunited, will the twins finally find happiness and family or will they end up being destroyed by their family's dark secret? With everyone hiding secrets, what is the truth? What is safe? The twins have only ever believed in their motto, Chaos not cash, maim not murder and each other. Can they trust anyone else and more importantly, should they?

A jong girl named Violet Hope Rossi was taken away from her parents and older brothers at a young age she doesn't remember them but they remember her and missed her. What happens when she meets her family?? Will they find out how she is?? Will she find out what their secrets are or will she reveal her truth and open up to them?? Will she ever get to meet her mother or is her mother really gone?? Find out in Family secrets Started~ 30 September 2021 Ended~ 06 December 2021

"Pervert!" Those were the words that came out of Jessica's mouth when the dashing young casanova ravaged her body with his eyes. Eight years later, she came back with twins and a deep heart filled with revenge and hidden affection. "Daddy, I don't think you are man enough," Gabby said, looking straight into Edwin's eyes with his emerald green eyes just like Jessica's. "Why?" "That's because you can't even get mummy to like you!" Abby responded, blinking her big hazel eyes just like his. Staring at his mini-version and the adorable girl version of himself, Edwin vowed to get Jessica back, the only girl that made his heart flutter. Even though he hurt her badly. What would happen when these two people finally meet amidst the grudges between them? Would Edwin Turner be repentant of all his wrongdoings and make amends with the woman he once spite? Or would Jessica Graves do all she can to destroy the only man who still makes her heart beat and the father of her kids? Or would those cute little angels bring together the enemies that happened to be their parents? The one with the strongest will wins.

After six years of bloodshed, the emperor returns. With this strong body of mine, I can defeat ruffians. I can protect damsels...

She was the pride and joy of the pack. a role model to the she-wolves her age, but that all changed when her father, alpha of Rosewood pack was killed in a rogue attack. her uncle, who was the beta of the pack took over the alpha position then kicked her and her mother out of the pack. forcing her into a life of a rogue. Anita, the alpha's daughter who is only 18 years of age, learns to live life outside of a pack, as a rogue and take care of herself and her mother. Who was consumed by the grief of losing her mate. To a point that she lost her mind and was now a useless she-wolf in the eyes of the new alpha, her uncle.

"This family is going to be the death of me," Mathéo, daddy. "You broke my heart and I stole your last name," Jace, master/daddy. "I'm in love them all, in love with their cuteness and late night sex," Callina, Mommy. "Look but don't touch, I'm a princess," Emily, little. "I'm everyone's baby," Mollis, Kitten. The world have changed, people have changed, they went from old lovers, to friends, to a family, what could go wrong? This is our story, our professional family. Warning: this is a cgl/abdl/ddlg kind of story. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

To drown away her pain from a harsh breakup, Jayda went to a bar to get wasted. She met Sebastian Miller, The multimillionaire with the worst personality but incredibly sexy. She had a one night stand with him, creating a bond that binds them forever!

Before our wedding, my fiancée, Sarah Hargrave—a professor of medieval history—held a private ceremony in a secluded chapel in the countryside. But not with me. Under the glow of candlelight, she cradled Benjamin Wheeler—her first love, his face gaunt from the cancer consuming him—in her arms. Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she murmured, "In the eyes of God, vows made before the altar are the only ones that matter. Even if the law says I belong to Daniel, my soul was never his." And so, to the faint echo of hymns and the scent of old incense, they drank from the same silver cup, exchanged rings, and stepped together into the dimly lit sacristy—their makeshift bridal chamber. I watched. Silent. Motionless. No outbursts, no demands for explanation. Just the quiet dialing of a clinic to undo the vasectomy I'd gotten for our future. From fifteen to thirty, I had loved Sarah for fifteen long years. But in all that time, there'd never been room for me. That space had always belonged to Benjamin, my stepbrother. So I let her go. Afterward, I joined a geological research team bound for the isolation of Antarctica—a land cut off from the world, quiet and clean. Before I left, I handed Sarah a divorce agreement…and a final gift to mark the end. I never anticipated that Sarah, who'd always met my devotion with frosty detachment, who'd never once glanced back as I walked away, would look ten years older overnight.

My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.

After being enslaved for fourteen months, she was chosen as the Prince's personal slave. Of course she's heard about him. The cold hearted prince the entire kingdom wouldn't stop gossiping about. Then, her fairytale world is crumbled to dust. All hope of freedom gone as hate flashes from all corners, together with pain and distress. How would she survive? Will there be a little glint of hope for her? Or maybe her hope is..... Encouragement is all need dear readers. I'm sure you can all give that. Join me in this exciting long ride. Thank y'all.