When someone dies mysteriously during a Psych experiment, Rhiannon becomes enmeshed in a conspiracy that includes both the survivors and the killer. ***** Short on cash, Rhiannon Ford signs up to take part in a social psychology experiment based on group think. But when a participant dies under mysterious circumstances, and the story surrounding that death seems mired in conflicting lies, she's quickly drawn into a web of conspiracies that merge urban legends, rivalries, and the very psychological principle the test was about. When everyone is lying, how can Rhiannon find the truth? ***** [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ IN WHICH the sky turns yellow, not the gentle shade of dawn but the sickly color of warning tape stretched across the heavens. For two days, the world watches the horizon blur, as if a giant hand is dragging sand across the sky, smearing the blue into something wrong. Then the storms arrive. Not one storm, but all of them, layered like a curse: hurricanes clawing coastlines apart, hail shattering cities, rain drowning streets, thunder splitting mountains, earthquakes cracking continents like eggshells. For a week, the world folds in on itself, scraping against extinction. Humanity whispers that this must be the end. But they're wrong. The end is only the entry point. Because when the seventh night falls, the sky shatters. Not with lightning. But with light. A seam appears above the world, glowing like a wound, widening until the heavens look stitched open from within. Something steps through. Then another. Then many. Radiant figures with wings made of storms. Shadowed figures with halos like broken rings. Beings too bright to be angels, too cold to be demons, too silent to be human. They fall. They rise. They watch. and then- ERROR ┆ ERROR ┆ ERROR ┆ ERROR // SYSTEM RESET LORE CORE: CORRUPTED ENTITY INDEX: UNREADABLE REALITY FRAME: UNSTABLE SYSTEM FAIL . . . an applyfic ✦ contains heavenly and hellish beings, unstable powers, unraveling worlds, and death weaving, suicidal thoughts, gore, religious turmoil, etc ✦ All rights reserved © d1scarded_tu1ips original application made by anaj book cover made by anaj Started: 08.11.2025 Finish: _______ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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(Book 1 of 7) *complete* I fell for Alberta Anderson when I was a teenager, she was my childhood best friend. It was a slow and steep descent into an all-encompassing love. To be Allies favourite person in the world, and yet to yearn for more...to dare to yearn for more. It was torturous, and before I would ever get to confess it, another came along who dared to be braver than me and fell in love with her and all that she was too, my older brother Ben. Ben was sensible enough to propose and claim her for eternity with a band of gold and a seal in our temple, all at the tender age of eighteen. Our church, you know that infamous one in Utah? Yeah that one. Their wedding day would mark the day I left Utah, the church and my family, the month I announced I was gay and was sent away... there was no room for gay here...and in turn no room for me. Allie wouldn't understand, my absence, or my silence...and five years would pass...painfully for us both. Allie had a child, I went to college, feelings got left buried, but thoughts were daily, and she never left my mind...not for a day, and what I didn't know was that she was in that same place...lost and waiting for me to return. And I would return... one christmas five years later... and with me every feeling and emotion resurrected. Our teens were only the beginning because the journey to Alberta was about to span through our twenties and into our thirties. A journey home. *** Willa Jameson. When I hear that name in church one Sunday afternoon, it is five years later, five years I've not seen her but the name stirs a pain inside of me still. My life starts and ends with Willa Jameson and she has no idea. Mature content marked in chapters with a * *Completed March 2022. The first of seven novels* *I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR THIS BOOK TO BE COPIED, OR ADAPTED ON THIS PLATFORM, OR ANY OTHER, BY ANYONE ELSE*

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THE SATANIC BIBLE ANTON SZANDOR LAVEY We don't worship Satan, we worship ourselves, using the metaphorical representation of the qualities of Satan.

Alice Lewis, a 17 year old teenage girl living in Durham England with her mother. Only a junior in highschool with no friends and always stays quiet. Despite the dirty looks from classmates and teachers, it never bothers her. Ever since the house fire, killing her father and older sister, Alice has been acting odd. "She used to be the brightest little girl.. but now she's just.. mad" The lady from across the street said. Realizing her problems, Alice reaches out and tries to find a way to heal after the constant pressure. Credits to the love of my life Sylver for helping me emotionally with these decisions

␥﹒This book will transport you into the nexus of 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗽𝗮𝗹 𝗙𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿-a sanctuary of 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 and 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 where the stories themselves reflect all voices like light refracted in a gemstone¡! キ We are inviting 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱-𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱-𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝘀❟ and 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻-𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘀 to bring our dream to reality, creating a stage where passions will perform and ideas will shine brighter than the spotlights‹𝟹

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