{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠 } Hudson Tempest's an enigma nobody's capable of solving. Darkness has been moulded into his skin, running through him as easily as his blood. More than he's ever allowed anyone to see. Swept up into a world of sin and deviance, Hudson Tempest was broken as a boy and shattered several times over the course of his life. Made to be cruel and forced into a pool of self-destruction, a life that will only ruin him if it continues. Death has been the only thing in sight to him, for a long time. But how hard it is to save someone, who wants to let themselves drown. Val Emerson's the embodiment of light. A heart that outpours warmth like she was made to love, from the very moment she was born. The sunny side up sort of girl with an affinity for the sea, and smiles. When the cruelest of them all and the happiest of them all collide. When her hatred turns into a desperate desire to save the most broken of them all, far past salvation. When his hatred morphs into something he promised not to feel. Opposites. Dark, to light. Whole, and broken. Rivals, in all they do. Until somewhere along the way, they find themselves falling into each other's arms. Somehow, into each other's clashing hearts. <3

Julianna Bailey is a 15 year old who is struggling to keep her badass party girl nature in check when it comes to not getting in trouble with her 3 older brothers Jeremy (24) James (21) and John (17) as they don't have parents because they died when Julie was 9.

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

Aya has always carried her world alone-quietly, obediently, invisibly. Until the heartbreaks stacked too high. Until Raz left her feeling unworthy. Until her family's silence felt louder than screaming. Until the weight of life finally pressed her under. After nine interrupted attempts to disappear, Aya chooses her final one with precision: open water, midnight, three heavy stones in her backpack. No witnesses. No more mistakes. Only peace. But the water refuses her. And so does the last man she ever expected to care. Haze-her distant, perfectionist neighbor who never spared her more than a passing glance-appears out of the darkness and drags her from the water, furious and terrified. Aya begs him to let her go. Haze refuses. What begins as an unwanted rescue becomes a collision of two damaged lives. He carries his own buried past; she carries her unread letters of goodbye. And somewhere between all the hurt and all the breaking, they start to pull each other back to the surface-slowly, painfully, imperfectly. But saving someone isn't the same as loving them. And loving someone isn't the same as staying. Will Haze be the anchor Aya has never had? Or another wave waiting to drown her all over again? A story about the heaviness we hide, the ache of being forgotten, and the terrifying tenderness of being seen. A romance carved out of survival-messy, real, and heartbreakingly human.

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

#1 on Absurdism Hashtag 13/02/23 #1 on Eminemfanfic Hashtag 24/02/23 #1 on Nihilism Hashtag 24/02/23 #1 on Existential Hashtag 12/03/23 Marlow Rosenberg is a music producer under her father's label, Def Jam Records, as well as an abrasive criminal. She's the absurdist antihero of the new millennia. Paul Rosenberg's child is the definition of an eccentric pessimist, sharing her father's impatience and passion for music. So naturally they're inseparable, making things interesting when a childish, broke white boy with box-bleached hair is Paul's passion project. There's very little going for Marshall, but he keeps pushing anyways, often making a fool of himself. Paul spends most of his time with the up and coming rapper, believing that if he works hard enough and introduces him to enough people, someone's going to pick up the pasty white rapper. Marlow and Marshall are very well acquainted, and though Marlow is a few years younger, Marshall's boyish personality makes it incredibly hard to tell. It's hard to decide who's the lesser of two evils between them. A consistently high, widely disrespectful, crude rapper in his early twenties, or an eighteen year old chain-smoking blackmarket criminal whose life purpose is to create chaos? Yeah. Think on that for a bit... It's the year 1999, and things are about to get completely out of hand when a famous rap label takes interest...

-𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 evelyn manages to get the revenge she deserves, but not without consequences. "𝘿𝙤 𝙞𝙩! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙!" book 3 of 3 𝘛𝘏𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘚 𝘹 𝘖𝘊 𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦

❝And she did the drugs for fun But now she does them just to stay up❞ --------------------------- I'm a half smoked cigarettes girl, a tiny tops and eye glitter girl, a quick and cheap girl. The female version of a playboy. Sexy, sweet, sour, anything they want. I'm a Pink Whitney girl and a football players bitch. I'm the sob story, the "dead by 27" dead eyed future druggie. Otherwise known as Kaitlyn Thomas. I suppose this will either be my story, or my obituary. #1 in musings #2 in alcoholism # 282 in high # 191 in beauty # 98 in addiction # 28 in sensual # 9 in playgirl # 101 in drugaddiction # 172 in highschoolsweethearts # 164 playboy # 224 in teenpregnancy

No one expects a winner from an outlying district. Their district partners are weak. They have no sponsors. No strong allies. Some don't even have mentors. But when Lara Foraye is thrown into a wild game of survival, she's determined to show the Capitol that she won't go down without a fight. "Let the real games begin." PREQUEL TO PAWNS | FINNICK ODAIR

"You wanted to charge through the Capitol on a suicide mission just to find me?" He shrugged, "I wanted to see you again." Lara Foraye and Finnick Odair have always been an unstoppable force, even when they were torn apart. As the rebellion grows, the pair join the war effort in an attempt to get their revenge on the hypocrisy and manipulation of the Capitol. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 76th Hunger Games." FINNICK ODAIR X OC MOCKINGJAY PART ONE & PART TWO