Anastasia always wanted love, the type of love she would see off of movies. Growing up she never got to experience it. Till one day , She was grouped up with a boy that could possibly change her life. Kon was never the relationship type only his best friend Cooper. Kon only wanted to focus on basketball. Till he was partner up with a girl that could change his mind about relationships.

The forest behind Whitechapel looked different at night. Darker. Like the shadows were alive. Amaya Sinclair stood barefoot in the cold grass, her breath fogging in the air as the wind pushed through the trees. She didn't remember how she got there. One minute she had been asleep. The next... she was here. The moon hung full above the trees, glowing like silver glass. Something inside her chest pulsed. Slow. Then faster. Her hands trembled. "Okay... that's not normal," she whispered to herself. A strange warmth spread through her fingertips. It crawled up her arms like electricity. The wind suddenly picked up violently, swirling leaves around her feet. Amaya gasped. "Stop... stop...!" But it didn't stop. The branches of the trees bent toward her as if pulled by invisible strings. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Then- A voice. Not loud. Not quiet. Just... there. You are waking up. Amaya's head snapped around. "Who said that?" No one answered. The wind roared harder. A glowing symbol suddenly burned into the dirt beneath her feet - a circle made of strange symbols she had never seen before. Her stomach dropped. "I didn't do that..." But deep down, she knew the truth. She did. The wind exploded outward. Leaves blasted through the forest like a storm. Amaya stumbled back, terrified. Then everything went dark. ⸻ Miles away, in a quiet house in Whitechapel... Ethan Morgan bolted upright in bed. His chest heaved. Another vision. But this one was different. He had seen vampires. Ghosts. Monsters. But never this. In his mind he saw a girl standing in the woods. Wind spinning around her. Magic glowing beneath her feet. And one terrifying thought echoed in his head: She's coming to Whitechapel.

a girl who had to move from Hawaii to California because her and her brother could feel like "Normal Teenagers"

Johnathan Byers always felt like an outcast, freak even. He never understood why people thought so weirdly of him until one day he saw her for the first time.. He didn't know who she was until Will told him about her. Lucas older sister Lottie. Lottie Sinclair was never the one to care what others thought about her. Yes she was popular and people did think she was supposed to be the queen of Hawkins High but she never wanted that title. Till one day she meet him, Johnathan Byers, Wills older brother.

The first time Theodora McLaughlin met Owen Cooper, the room smelled like cheap coffee and nervous dreams. It was an audition building in Los Angeles-one of those bland studio offices where hundreds of teenagers lined up with printed headshots and forced smiles. Theodora sat curled up in a chair in the waiting room, knees tucked to her chest, headphones covering her ears. Her dark sweater sleeves swallowed her hands while a tiny spiral notebook rested on her knee. She wasn't studying lines. She was drawing. Strange little sketches filled the page: crooked houses, eyes watching from windows, birds with too many wings. People had always called her weird. She didn't mind. Across the room, a boy laughed. Not a fake laugh-the real kind. Theodora looked up. A tall boy with messy brown hair leaned against the wall talking to another kid about a movie. He moved his hands when he talked, animated and bright, like the world naturally revolved around him. Theodora watched quietly. She liked watching people. The boy noticed. Their eyes met for half a second. He smiled. Not the polite Hollywood smile actors practiced in mirrors. A real one. Theodora quickly looked back down at her notebook. Weird girl, she thought. Across the room, the boy nudged his friend. "That girl's drawing monsters." "Dude, don't stare," his friend whispered. "I'm not staring." He was. Minutes later, a casting assistant stepped into the hallway. "Theodora McLaughlin?" She stood. "Theodora?" The boy spoke suddenly. She turned. "Your drawings are cool," he said. Theodora blinked. Most people didn't notice things like that. "Thanks." He stuck his hand out. "Owen." Theodora hesitated, then shook his hand. His grip was warm. "Theodora." A casting assistant called again from the door. "McLaughlin!" Theodora walked toward the audition room. Just before disappearing inside, she glanced back. Owen Cooper was still watching her.

In a kingdom where power is loud and love is political, she was never meant to be seen. Aurelia Vale has spent her life in the shadows of the palace walls - soft-spoken, observant, and underestimated. But what no one knows is that silence has always been her greatest weapon. When Prince Kaelis Ardent - heir to the most powerful throne in the realm - begins to notice the girl who never speaks above a whisper, the kingdom shifts. Because the prince is promised to a warrior queen. And Aurelia carries magic the crown would kill to control. In a world of arranged marriages, blood-bound loyalties, and ancient prophecies, Kaelis must choose: The throne. Or the girl who was never meant to stand beside it. And this time... He chooses her.

When Alice Gilmore moves from New York to Denver, she feels like an outsider. Everything is quieter. Slower. Lonelier. Until she meets Vance Hopper - the boy everyone warns her about. Vance is angry at the world. But Alice notices something nobody else does: He's not cruel. He's hurting. As Alice photographs life around North Denver for the school newspaper, she slowly captures moments of Vance that nobody sees - the quiet boy underneath the anger. But their growing relationship causes problems: • Arthur thinks Vance will hurt Alice • Rumors spread about Vance • Old trauma keeps Vance from trusting love And Alice must decide if loving someone broken is worth the risk.