Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills. ▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024

Thirteen year old Jack Maybank knows he's nothing. Born a Pogue on Kildare Island with a troublemaker older brother and alcoholic father, Jack knows he's nothing. Destined to end up either rotting in a jail cell or drinking away his sorrows, Jack is thirteen and knows he's nothing. So why not have some fun? Days spent surfing, playing baseball, fighting, and setting fires are the only ways Jack knows to enjoy himself, before life catches up to him and he's got to be an adult. Until one summer, when a hurricane uncovers a sunken boat, it leads Jack and his friends on a winding adventure through Kildare and beyond. Jack learns about his friends, his family, his island, and most importantly: himself. So maybe, just maybe, Jack Maybank could be something.

Ambrosia never thought this could happen to her, it feels like a one and a million chance. But unluckly she got sucked into a world of lies and hurt and loneliness... Until she finds someone who knows what she is going through. Finnick x fem oc slowburn x forbidden love x frenemies to lovers *REMEMBER I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES FRANCHISE OR ANYTHING ALL CREDITS GO TO THE CREATORS EXCEPT FOR MY OCS*

𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃? In which a young girl from District Four will do what ever it takes to survive the 68th Hunger Games. cover made by vintagegrace fem!oc x odair book one pre hunger games to hunger games

IN WHICH the two worlds of humanity & death collided, leaving the tragedy of a child that was rory stavros to fend for herself and navigate her survival from not only the dead. ⁽⁠⁽i fell in love with your words, unfortunately you were a damn good liar.⁾⁠⁾ ⁽⁠⁽some children are simply born with tragedy in their blood.⁾⁠⁾ YOU LOOK so much like YOUR MOTHER in certain LIGHTS... ⁽⁠⁽am I the daughter you wanted?⁾⁠⁾ ⁽⁠⁽and how odd it is to be haunted by something still alive.⁾⁠⁾ TWD, quiet before the storm oc X oc all canon storyline tiktok - eczlipse.writess trilogy series ¹ | quiet before the storm (2 - 4) ² | the storm (5 - 8) ³ | quiet after the storm (9 - 11) all original plot owned by amc, ocs belong to me. book format | white, monospace

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐓 went Delilah Grimes' childhood and everything that would come after that. "𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸, 𝓸𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶." -𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓸𝓸𝓱 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: I do not own The Walking Dead or any of the characters in this book, aside from the characters that I make up for this story. 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒: weekly 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 2.12.24 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: 5.9.24 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 5.9.24 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃: 6.21.24

don't they know? it's the end of the world. it ended when i lost your love. lev carter had only wanted one thing in his cruelly unfair life. he didn't want the typical american dream, nor did he want the sense of belonging, or security. he wanted freedom; not from the harsh hands of a captor that locked people up. but from the invisible bars of false imprisonment that the world had built around him. he wanted his freedom to unlock the chains that pulled back the sense of life that was stolen from him so young. and, as society collapsed before his eyes, it dragged those chains down with it. ON HOLD!! （ 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 ）𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚.ᐟ𝘰𝘤. 𝘹 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.ᐟ 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝙛𝙚𝙢.ᐟ𝘰𝘤.