'𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑..

"𝔼𝕍𝔼ℝ𝕐 𝔽𝔸𝕄𝕀𝕃𝕐 ℍ𝔸𝕊 𝕊𝔼ℂℝ𝔼𝕋𝕊" - - - "My name is Hazel, but most people call me Ze. I'm from Melbourne, and love Taylor Swift." I cringe at my own words, and think back to a time where Fletcher was one of the only people calling me Ze. "Does anyone have questions for Miss. Bolivi?" Fletcher asks, and I hate the way my father's last name sounds on his lips. Lots of students raise their hands, and I feel overwhelmed. People actually want to learn something about me? "Yes, Miss. Abbott. Ask away," Fletcher says to one of the girls who is seated at a table at the front of the class, with other kids who all look bitchy like her. "Are you related to the Bolivi brothers?" Her disgustingly sweet voice pukes out. "My last name is Bailey," I say coldly, hating how that was her only query about me. - - - Hazel Bailey. She's your typical Australian teenage girl. From going out with friends every Friday night, to crushing on university boys. But what happens when this seemingly normal girl experiences the loss of her mother? Fearing that she's going to go into foster care, Hazel begins to stress, but she quickly discovers that she's not going to go into the system. Instead, her five older brothers have gained custody of her. The same five older brothers she never knew existed. Something about them seems off, and Hazel can't help acting wary. But they're not the only ones with secrets. Join Hazel in a journey of lies, love, attachment, and humor.

I watched as it suddenly stopped its eyes continuing to stare into mine as if it was looking directly into my soul. I couldn't look away from its brown eyes despite the fear that seemed to consume my entire being. The sound of bones breaking and snapping filled the air whilst the wolf began to growl. I felt my eyes widen even more as the wolf began to shake and slowly change until a human was crouching down in its place. There tanned back on display as they stood to their full height completely naked. "Mine."

"I'm a monster!" he shouted in my face, his veins popping out on his neck. I tried to hold my tears but failed, all these months of patience and anger caused my body to shake, my heart was pounding so loud in my chest that my blood was boiling in my veins. "No Harry! You're not a monster!" I cried out loud, my chest rising and falling from my heavy breathing. He clenched his jaw and fisted his palms and in seconds, he punched the wall that was behind me right next to me, making me gasp for air. All the anger that built inside me was now replaced by fear as his piercing green eyes turned to a darker shade. "How can you say that after what I did to you?" he hissed, his hot breath hitting my swollen lips, his nostrils flaring. I took a deep shakey breath before I parted my lips to answer him. "Because I can see through you, Harry. I can see your innocence."

"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

E·phem·er·al (adj.) Lasting for a very short time ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Aurora has spent thirteen years surviving, not living. Trapped in a broken home filled with cruelty and violence, every day has been a battle against the monsters she was forced to call family. Stained by her striking appearance--skin, hair, and eyes devoid of pigment--Aurora has always stood out. But one night, when flashing lights and sirens tear through the darkness of her world, everything changes. Her nightmares have been taken away in handcuffs, and for the first time, Aurora is free. Or so she believes. Whisked away to a sprawling manor in New York, she's thrown into a new life with six mysterious older brothers she's never met, secrets buried in every corner, and danger that feels strangely familiar. As Aurora tries to rebuild, she begins to worry if the past is truly behind her, or if something even darker has been waiting all along. Meek, quiet, and resilient, Aurora is done merely surviving. She's ready to live and claim her new life as more than Ephemeral. Even if it kills her. ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⏾ The first couple chapters are short but get longer as you go.

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

OCTOBER 2022

Kalia swore she wasn't gonna fall for Namari - then she did. Problem is, he doesn't even like girls... or at least that's what everybody says. But when feelings start mixin' and Kalia steps up, takin' control of what she wants, everything gets messy real quick. "Get on the bed, back arched - and I don't wanna hear no complaints." She's takin' control this time - of her life, her heart, and him.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.