November twenty-second was like any other Tuesday for the world, but in Valenchester, it was only the beginning of the Arcana Killer's terror. *** Ethan Covington, billion-heir and media-sweetheart is dead with a death card in his pocket - a small gift from his murderer. Now, it's up to Amara, the lead detective on his case, to hunt down the killer and bring them to justice. But what she doesn't know is that the answer doesn't lie in the present. Ten years ago, Janet Holloway, a seemingly normal seventeen-year-old, took her own life - a tragedy everyone in Valenchester desperately tried to forget. Ten years later, the town is haunted with her possible return for blood. Amara must choose which victim to side with - the man with skeletons in his closet or the girl back from the dead. But what if the truth isn't as normal as you'd expect? What if hunting for the truth leads Amara down a rabbit hole of her own past, and the hidden motives she joined the police department with? What if the truth she's been searching, has been searching her this entire time? [Updates Every Week]

"Natalie," he repeated, her name like velvet on his tongue. He seemed to like the sound of it because he repeated it again, his voice turning low. "Natalie." Leon Hughes was a mystery masked by bruised cheeks and bleeding knuckles. He was a wraith, a shadow on the walls - sometimes there, sometimes gone. Never set in stone. He showed up when he showed up, with his face bleeding, his shirt torn, his skin blistered. Natalie never knew when he'd come, but she always let him in. Originally a short story. Rankings: #2 in teenromance, #2 in goodgirl, #15 in badboy

(Watty Awards 2016) A football player struggles to uphold his unspeakable reputation when he chances upon a girl who reminds him of sunshine and flowers.

Everyone says that healing is a personal journey- that you must be self-sufficient and independent... but well- historically that just does not happen. Healing has always been done by or with a community. So, when River and Amelia are constantly pushed together by their friends- as they clash and then work to form a friendship that turns into so much more- what happens when maybe the path to healing is not so simple as ticking off Amelia's self-care checklist, what happens when both Amelia and River find themselves needing each other in more ways than one? Relationships sustain us, but they also destroy us. Can both find the trust that they need to love each other healthily?

Two lost souls meet late at night at a graveyard. Henry's story. At last. * this is the last instalment of the See Me series. The order I would recommend reading them is See Me Notice Me Trust Me Remember Me However, chronologically they occur as Remember Me Notice Me See Me Trust Me

#1 ADDICTIVE ❤️ #1 SEXUAL ASSAULT ❤️ #1 RECOVERY ❤️ #1 DEPRESSION ❤️ #1 MUSIC ❤️ #3 TRAUMA ❤️ #2 ADDICTION ❤️ #9 MENTAL HEALTH ❤️ If you were to ask Ivy what she thought of her neighbour, her response would be simple. Isaac West is a reckless, dangerous, criminal. And if you were to ask him the same thing, his response would be the exact opposite. Ivory Ferrari is a spoilt, boring, prude. On the surface, you wouldn't believe these two have anything in common. They've lived completely different lives on opposite sides of the social spectrum, with Ivy in a secluded private estate, and Isaac drifting between drug-filled homes and the empty walls of a jail cell. But not everything is at it seems. Through a series of class debates, anxiety attacks, and bar fights, the two realise that there's more to the other than meets the eye, and they may just be more alike than either of them expected. They've both been through hell and back. They've both suffered at the hands of another, they both struggle to get through a single day, and most importantly, they both share the same wish-to avoid their darkness and live in the light.

"They say life is fragile, and we're not all guaranteed tomorrows." My name is Phoenix, and despite my name being a bird that rises from the ashes, I can barely rise from my bed on a good day. I was born to be fearless, but I am in fact, a fearful wimpy girl who can't keep her emotions in check. I'm convinced God is a sadist. My life is okay-ish. I mean if you consider a suicide attempt, a coward father, my overbearing family, my brother's vengeful ex-girlfriend, my amazing best friend and her asshole of brother, okay. Then yes, I live a comfortable life. Or so I thought, until Jace Stone happened.

flicker (noun): a situation in which a light is sometimes bright and sometimes weak: the soft flicker of candlelight in which a girl with a harsh present becomes intrigued by a boy with a difficult past ~~~ Contains themes that are considered mature, read at your own risk. (For 15+) Trigger warning for anyone suffering with abuse, please read with caution and take care of yourself ❤️