Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated...
I've deadass been struggling to write and publish stuff. I need serious help and I'm sure I'm not the only one.
We can help each other write books and give advice, share helpful sources and stuff. We can make a discord or like a group chat on insta or whatever. Let me know if y'all wanna join!
