Kia was a creature of the city-a mess of broken glass, spilled wine, and the kind of chaos only money could mask. She was comfortable in the Dust, clinging to a life that was loud, expensive, and empty. She didn't need a reason to bloom; she just needed enough distractions to keep from looking at the wreckage she left behind. But even the most beautiful storms eventually run out of sky. Exiled to a world of salt and silence, she finds herself under the same roof as a man who feels like a cliffside-hard, immovable, and dangerously still. Roland isn't interested in her rebellion or her pedigree. He is the Seawater-a cold, crushing force that doesn't bend to her temper or her tears. For three months, they are a collision of elements. One is the grit of a past she can't outrun; the other is the tide that threatens to wash it all away. In the suffocating heat of their shared isolation, Kia must decide: will she stay grounded in the dust of who she used to be, or will she let the salt sting her eyes until she finally sees the truth? Because when the dust finally settles, the ocean is all that's left.

Note: Don't read this story if you hate impulsive and flawed characters. I make imperfect ones so skip if it's not your cup of tea. Save yourself from stress. - Play Series #3 In a world where power is inherited and truth is buried, Aeris grew up under the shadow of a dynasty. Her family-respected politicians in the eyes of the public, yet feared in the corners of whispered halls-taught her that loyalty was survival, and silence was duty. She was the perfect daughter, molded to carry a name that was never hers to shape. And then came Dave-the enemy. The man her family warned her to despise, the rival whose very existence was branded as a threat. She hated him, until he spoke of something that shook her to the core. Words laced with suspicion became seeds of doubt, and doubt became the fire that burned down the walls of her blind obedience. Against the current of loyalty, Aeris found herself colliding with Dave in a dangerous pact. Together, they unearthed secrets that would strip her family of its golden mask, revealing the rot festering underneath. What began as hatred turned into awakening. What began as rivalry turned into defiance. She was no longer their puppet, no longer their heir to corruption. She was no longer bound to the script her family forced into her hands. In the end, she burned the script. She became the waves they could never tame.

This novel is a collection of short stories created to introduce and explore my future characters, offering a glimpse into their lives and roles. The updates will not be regular. Thank you for reading, in advance.