Rachelle Morelle spent her whole life obsessed with The Vampire Diaries while everyone around her mocked it like it was "just a phase." Her love for vampires? A phase. Her chaotic lack of coordination? A phase. Her anger? A phase. Apparently even dying was too. After a horrific car crash caused by her own parents slamming into her rose gold Lamborghini while she was rewatching Lexi's death scene, Rachelle wakes up inside the world of Mystic Falls itself. And she's furious. Because Lexi Branson deserved better. Far better than betrayal, abandonment, and a wooden stake through the heart. Now armed with future knowledge, a second chance gifted by Fate itself, and a strange pull that makes Damon Salvatore obey her without hesitation, Rachelle is determined to rewrite everything. Save Lexi. Destroy destiny. And maybe accidentally steal the hearts of the very vampires she swore she hated. Mystic Falls is about to become chaos incarnate. 🖤

Amelia Gregora never expected to stand inside the blazing kitchens of Hell's Kitchen. Cooking at home while watching the show from her couch? Easy. Cooking while being screamed at, timed, burned, exhausted, and surrounded by chaos? Absolutely horrifying. And somehow... she keeps winning. Even when her dishes aren't finished. Even when they should fail. Even when other contestants clearly did better. Nobody understands why Gordon Ramsay keeps saving her. Except Amelia does. Because this isn't the first lifetime he's loved her. Behind her soft smiles and fake confusion hides a truth older than creation itself. Amelia Gregora isn't human. She is Fate. Destiny. The ancient force that has watched every soul, every death, every love story for over ten billion years. And Gordon Ramsay? He has belonged to her in every lifetime. Now trapped together inside the madness of Hell's Kitchen, Gordon's cold walls begin cracking for only one woman while contestants mysteriously feel an overwhelming need to protect Amelia at all costs... as if failing her could destroy the world itself. Because maybe it could. And Fate has finally come for the man she loves.

Maria Veilbourn died screaming. One second, she was driving home while ranting about how First Kill deserved better... and the next? Metal. Blood. Darkness. Then she wakes up in Savannah, Georgia. Inside First Kill. Maria already knows how the story is supposed to go: Juliette Fairmont falls for Calliope Burns. Love turns into betrayal. Families become enemies. And everything falls apart. But the second Juliette sees Maria, everything changes. Because Juliette was never meant for Cal. She was meant for her. Now Maria is stuck inside the supernatural world she used to binge-watch from her bed, except this time the monsters are real, the danger is deadly, and fate itself seems determined to push her toward the vampire girl who looks at her like she hung the damn moon. And somehow? Even Cal Burns - legendary monster hunter in training - becomes fiercely protective of Maria like an older sister willing to burn the world for her safety. But changing fate comes with consequences. Because the more Juliette and Maria fall for each other, the more the world around them begins to unravel... and some destinies were never supposed to be rewritten. Especially not by a human girl who already died once. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ [Book 1 of 2 of the FATED Series]

What happens when every choice feels absolutely impossible? 😭💀 From hilarious chaos to emotional betrayals, supernatural madness, cursed decisions, romance disasters, and downright feral dilemmas... this book is packed with the hardest Would You Rather questions imaginable. No safe options. No easy answers. Just pure suffering, laughter, arguments, and "WHY WOULD YOU ASK THAT?!" energy. 🖤 Prepare to question your morals, friendships, sanity, and maybe even your survival instincts.

Connie McGrath spent the last years of her life dying slowly in a hospital bed. Cancer ate away at her body while the people who were supposed to love her called her a liar. Attention seeker. Faker. Even as she took her final breath with The Vampire Diaries playing quietly in the background, her family stood over her screaming that nothing was wrong with her. But Connie knew the truth. She had always been real. Too real for a world that never deserved her. Then she wakes up again. Only this time? She's waking up in Mystic Falls... inside the body of Bonnie Bennett. And Connie refuses to let Bonnie suffer the way she did. No more being the backup friend. No more dying for people who barely notice. No more sacrificing herself for Elena Gilbert and her constant chaos. This Bonnie remembers what it feels like to be abandoned. Used. Ignored. And she will never allow it again. Especially not when Stefan Salvatore starts looking at her like she's the only thing grounding him to this world. Now friendships are changing. Secrets are unraveling. And for the first time ever, people are beginning to see Elena Gilbert for who she truly is when Bonnie stops shielding her from the consequences of her actions. Meanwhile, Bonnie finally finds something she never had in either life: A home. A love that stays. And people who choose her first.

The world didn't end with a scream. It ended with a queen. Riverna Thorn has ruled the infected long before humanity realized it had already lost. Ancient beyond myth-50,000 years old, untouched, unbroken, unkillable-she is what the apocalypse quietly bows to. They call her a goddess of the undead. She doesn't correct them. Not because it's true... but because it's useful. The zombies obey her like a hive that forgot it ever had a mind. She doesn't command them with rage-she guides them with something far worse: gentleness. And Riverna has a problem. Not morality. Not mercy. Stealing. If it catches her eye, she takes it. No guilt. No hesitation. Guns, watches, knives, uniforms, lipstick, identities-she "borrows" anything she likes and forgets where it came from like the world exists to restock her boredom. Then she meets her. Rain Ocampo. Bitten. Dying. Human. Slipping. Everyone else sees a lost cause. Riverna sees something else. A choice. So she does what she has done for millennia without permission, without shame, without fear: She leans in and bites her anyway. But this bite is not death. It is ownership. It is salvation. It is a bond carved in blood and ancient hunger. Rain Ocampo will not become a zombie. She will become something worse. Something eternal. Something hers. And Riverna Thorn-unstoppable, untouchable, ancient beyond comprehension-finally finds something she didn't steal... a mate she was always going to ruin beautifully. Fastburn love. Apocalypse royalty. Blood devotion. And a world that should have never looked directly at a goddess who was bored enough to fall in love.

Violet Everglades didn't get a soft life. She got war. Loss. Silence that screamed louder than gunfire. A female veteran. A service dog handler. A survivor held together by discipline and the quiet presence of her massive black Great Dane. And when her body finally gives out? She doesn't pray for peace. She makes a wish. To live again. To be somewhere else. To be with him. Carlisle Cullen. Death answers. Violet wakes up in Forks as Violet Swan-Bella's younger sister. Blonde. Ethereal. Unnervingly composed. And carrying the mind of a soldier who has already died once. She recognizes them immediately. The Cullens. Him. And the moment her eyes meet Carlisle Cullen's? Something snaps into place. No slow burn. No confusion. No hesitation. Just instant, undeniable connection. Carlisle feels it too. That pull. That wrongness. That need. Because Violet Swan doesn't look at him like a stranger... She looks at him like she's already chosen him. Esme notices. Bella resents it. Renee doesn't understand it. But Violet? She doesn't care. She didn't fight through one lifetime of pain just to step aside for someone else's love story. This time, she takes what she wants. And Carlisle Cullen? He's already halfway gone for her.

Revera Franco never did anything halfway-especially not love. A gothic, sharp-tongued outsider with a dangerous edge, she spent her life obsessed with one thing: the world of Dirty Dancing. The music, the tension, the passion... and him. Johnny Castle. So when her heart gives out mid-scene-right when Johnny's eyes burn through the screen-it feels like a cruel, ironic end. Except... it isn't the end. It's a beginning. Revera wakes up in the very world she worshipped, not as a side character-but as herself. Flesh. Blood. Real. And Johnny? He's not surprised. Because Johnny Castle has always known her. Always watched over her. Always protected her-even in a world where she couldn't see him. What Revera thought was obsession... was actually a bond. What she thought was fantasy... was fate. And that "heart attack"? Not death. A call home. Now thrown into a reality where the lines of the original story begin to blur, Revera must face the truth: Johnny was never meant for Baby. He was always meant for her. And this time? He's not letting her go.

Rebecca Maine was just a girl with an obsession... An obsession with The Walking Dead. With the quiet, broken archer everyone underestimated. With the blonde girl who deserved so much more than a tragic ending. Beth Greene was never supposed to die like that. Not when she and Daryl Dixon had something real. Something unfinished. Rebecca believed that with her whole heart. ...until her heart literally stopped. Now she's waking up in a world she knows too well- in a body that was never meant to survive. Beth Greene. And the first thought in her mind? "Oh shit... I'm gonna die again." Except... she doesn't. Because this Beth? This Beth has fangs. This Beth doesn't break. Now armed with memories of the future and powers that shouldn't exist, Rebecca refuses to let history repeat itself. She's not dying in a hospital hallway. She's not leaving Daryl behind. And Daryl? He's not as human as he seems either. What starts as survival turns into something deeper... darker... inevitable. Because maybe this wasn't a second chance. Maybe it was fate finally getting it right.

Diana Winters has spent her entire life being called delusional. Obsessed. Selfish. Crazy. All because she refuses to let go of the one truth she's always known deep in her bones-she belongs to Michael Jackson. While the world mourns a legend long gone, Diana doesn't grieve... because she knows death has never been the end. Not for him. Not for her. Mocked by her own family, dismissed by everyone around her, Diana stands alone in her devotion-beautiful, untouchable, and dangerously certain that one day, she will have him. What no one knows? Diana Winters is no ordinary woman. She is ancient. Ten thousand years old. An immortal primordial witch with limitless power, no weaknesses, and knowledge that stretches across all of time itself. She has watched empires rise and fall. She has rewritten fate with a whisper. She has bent reality to her will. And now? She's done waiting. Because when a woman like Diana wants something... she doesn't wish for it. She takes it. Even if it means defying death itself. Even if it means tearing the universe apart to bring him back.