In a realm far from earth, Where humans weild ancient orbs that possess magic. However, be warned- the magic can make you as calm as a flowing river and as fierce as a raging ocean. Yet what happens when a curious girl, to whom rivers bows and oceans kneel, strays into the forest in search of someone- Her last hope? Are the orbs truly just magical or is there something far more ancient beneath ? So, I'll leave a question with you- Do you consider this tale Mythical or Magical?

Carmine Hartford is the picture of perfection at Havenwood College - wealthy parents, striking beauty, top grades, and a shooting guard position on the school's basketball team. What else could you wish for? But beneath the flawless surface, Carmine wrestles with deep insecurities fueled by her vitiligo and a restless dissatisfaction with who she is. When a devastating injury shatters her basketball dreams during a crucial game, Carmine's self-esteem crumbles, and she isolates herself from everyone and everything she once loved. Enter Aiden Ford: enigmatic, a "black cat" with a reputation for being cold, yet secretly gold-hearted, and also head of the school papers. When the principal tasks him with taking Carmine into the school papers editing work, Aiden hesitates - partly because he's drawn to her in ways he can't explain. But duty wins out, and he agrees. What begins as an uneasy collaboration slowly becomes something neither expected. Can Carmine and Aiden break through their walls to find connection and maybe even love? Or will their story be just another forgotten note in the margins? Dive into this young adult romance and experience the journey of two unlikely hearts learning to trust - and maybe heal - together.

This is not a fanfic. It's an original sapphic slow-burn featuring a barista with issues and a customer with good taste in women, ahem coffee. Any resemblance to real-life sapphic icons is purely coincidental and definitely not my fault. I was just writing. They walked in. If you see Becky and Freen... that's between you, your imagination or your Wi-Fi 😁 _______________ ☕ DeadSpresso They said it was just coffee. One order. One name. One girl with eyes like unfinished stories. But then she kept coming back. Same time. Same seat. Same drink. Dara wasn't looking for love. She was looking for the will to survive another shift without setting the espresso machine-or herself-on fire. Her secret? Well-hidden. Her feelings? Not so much. Rin didn't flirt. She just existed-quiet, unreadable, and infuriatingly composed. The kind of girl who could ruin your routine just by looking at you too long. One of them is already spiraling. The other hasn't even noticed she started the storm. There's no confession. Just coffee orders with too much eye contact, shared silences that say too much, and garlic-way too much garlic. This isn't a love story. It's emotional warfare with a caffeine budget. And if you've ever fallen for someone across a counter and hated yourself for it... Welcome to DeadSpresso.