Short Preview: Her breath hitched as she looked up, her gaze finding Remi's face in the candlelight. The soft glow brushed against her cheekbones and lines of her scars. Nova's heart clenched, her throat tight as realization washed over her. Nova didn't see Remi as something small or distant. No, Remi felt infinite. Endless. She wasn't the moon in the sky. Or the stars. Remi was the whole damn galaxy. . . . In 2074, a catastrophic A.I. failure shattered the world. Cities crumbled, nations vanished, and what remained of the United States retreated beneath a single fortified Dome-humanity's last sanctuary. By 2242, life inside the Dome is rigid, monitored, and suffocating. Beyond its walls lies a mutated wasteland where nothing survives for long. Each year, twenty-five citizens are chosen and sent outside. None have ever returned. But this year, the Dome's perfect lies begin to crack. The Chosen are about to uncover a world far more dangerous-and far more alive-than they were ever allowed to believe. Out there, truth is poison, loyalty breaks easily, and love can become the most lethal weapon of all. Because once you step beyond the Dome, survival isn't guaranteed. And neither is who you become. . . . (This story contains a wlw/gxg/lesbian love story. It is a slow burn, but I promise that it's epic!) #1 under #wasteland 10/17/25

What will happen to Hannah Bellamy when the singular light in her life is blown out by her own questionable actions? Will she be able to rise to the occasion and play a beautiful symphony? Or will she allow the Broken Cords silence her forever?

"𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧."

"𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺' 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝖾𝗌"

"You're waking up," I whisper, my hand splayed across her chest, just above the beat she forgot to feel. "I knew you'd crawl back to me." She grabs my wrist. Hard. Pain sharp and electric up my arm. I almost laugh. "There's my sparx," I whisper. Her grip is fire now. Her breath ragged. Her skin trembling beneath mine. "I don't want this," she breathes. "Oh baby, but I know you do." ------ A sociopathic arsonist, hell bent on revenge and a sweet delusional psychopath. What more could you ask for? In order to get revenge on those who have wronged her, 19-year-old Seraphina Reed burns down her childhood home with her parents inside. She is a witty, strong-willed woman who doesn't tolerate shit from anyone, anymore. Viella Iverson, despite her kindness and sweetness, is a pushover. She maintains a facade of being a decent person, but her true self fights to come to the light. She's hiding something or is she hiding from someone? --------------- AWARDS #1 Arsonist 1/18/2026 --------------- -Mature Explicit Content -Dark Romance -Slow Burn -Criminals -Mental Hospital -Found Family -Anti-hero

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

He stops talking at the sight of me and looks me up and down, leaning against my door frame. "Damn ma you look sexy as hell." I look myself in the mirror, tracing my curves in the dress. "Thank you, Dion." "You still ain't tell me where you're going though." "I'm going on a date." I say picking up my bag and turning to him. His eyes turn dark and his expression changes immediately as he pushes himself of the frame. "You're going where?" "On a date." I repeat. "With who?" "With Devon." "Devon?!" His voice booms. "Okay, imma need you to lower ya tone." I tell him, scrunching my features at him. He gives a dry laugh and rubs his hands across his face. "Is this because I'm going over to Paige's place?" He walks closer to me. "Fine, then I won't go." ~ 25 year old Venice Carter gets into a strictly pleasure-only relationship with her colleague Dion Miller. Everything works out fine until something terrible happens to Venice's apartment, causing her to move in with him and feelings quickly start to get involved. Both doubt that the other reciprocates and the affection only continues to grow the more time they spend together. Will they admit their feelings for each other or will they continue to hide them and remain co-workers with benefits? Warning!⚠️: Contains explicit sex scenes and mature content. Read at your own discretion.