"And when I put on your letterman jacket, I still think about you." When Thea Simmons is tasked with writing an article about basketball hero Faust Carter, the story long buried in rivalry unravels, secrets that should've been hidden are revealed, and a simple letterman jacket turns to be a painful memory. And eighty days is all the time it takes. [cover by @cadetcarswell]

Mary Jane Chaucer hasn't forgotten Seth. Even when the world already has. It's been two years since he left without a trace-turned into no more than a ghost-and Mary Jane knows nothing beyond his first name, the fact that he likes scrambled eggs, and that his heart is kind and Mary Jane owes him. A lot. What are the chances that her one-night-stand, in an attempt to forget and let go for a night, hasn't forgotten Seth either? So, with his help, she looks for the boy. But perhaps she doesn't need to look far.

Rhysand, Everything is in here. I'm sorry I stole them. Your hoodie, your cologne, your earrings, your college shirt and all your other shirts, your watch. The key to this house. I'm not giving you back your lighter. Here's a lollipop instead. If I forgot anything, let me know. - Andy

Kaia Porter and Nick Peterson broke up because they no longer loved each other. But if that's true, why is Nick crying stars?

The Disease leaves no one at mercy, and Roden Olivers is no exception. Until the blood on the last petal that falls from his lips dries, Roden is faced with the decision to choose love over life or life over love. The Disease comes with a repercussion. A terrible price. Because the reason he's living is also the reason he's dying. [cover by @fartette]

❝Mysterious," he hummed in amusement. "I like it. Are you new then, mystery girl?❞ - High school is like a game of chess. You have to gamble the moves you make and risk the chance of checkmate. In Harrington, that isn't the case. No matter what moves someone could make - unless you were one of the Elites - you'll always face checkmate, just for pure pleasure and entertainment, because that's all they'll ever be; another pawn in their game. But that was before Candace. After her best friend was ripped away from Harrington due to her obsession with climbing the hierarchy, Candace knows that she has to do the same to them. One by one. And once she does, she'll finally rest. But what if destroying the Elites means destroying someone she cares deeply about too? - © Copyright 2020 of ImAWandererXO

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

Alexithymia (n): unable to express emotions Love doesn't always work like the ones we see in the movies or read in the books. When you struggle to define your emotions, you let your fears eat you whole, together with unwise decisions, happy endings seem so far away. But then again, we all suffer from alexithymia-one way or another. (#FreeYourBody; Shorty Awards; Romance)

Klexos (n): the art of dwelling in the past. For eleven years, Alexia Cadness' heart belonged to Travis Goldstein. Even after all the pain. Because that's just how love is sometimes. You can't just move on. You live with it. After all, we draw our own klexos. The art of living in the past. Sequel to alexithymia | #FreeYourBody ; Shorty Awards ; Romance |