For the ships that never sailed, for the stories that were never told. Give me a word, a thought, a feeling - and I'll turn it into something that breathes. A memory. A heartbreak. A beginning that almost was. Because I believe that behind every vision lies a story - and every story deserves to be heard. #1. Interactivefic 18.10.2025

Hiatus !! ( but I promise I am coming back ; see the last chapter ) 20.12.2025 Some storms come and go. Raven became one. Raven Storm has learned to survive in silence. At home, she hides bruises behind bandages and fear behind a blank stare. At school, she's the outcast-judged, hated, blamed for something she couldn't control. The world turned its back on her. So she did the same. Then came him. The boy who won't stop talking. The one who looks at her like she's worth seeing. The one who says he understands-but never says why. Thrown together for a class project, Raven and Adrien are forced into each other's lives. She just wants to stay invisible. He's hiding something beneath every smile. They were never meant to trust. Never meant to care. Definitely never meant to fall. But fate doesn't ask. And secrets don't stay buried forever. Because Adrien isn't who he says he is. And Raven's father isn't just a monster-he's a target. In a world of lies, violence, and betrayal, the only thing more dangerous than the truth... ...is the way they're starting to feel. Well, I am shit at writing summaries or something like that so I asked my bestie Chat gbt ; so yeah! Enjoy! BTW: I going to be completely honest I reread the first few chapters and they may be a little rough to read in terms of grammar and so on but I promise it gets better in the further chapters. I apologize beforehand.

They were raised in the same house. But they were never meant to belong to the same world. Born into wealth and power, Ares carries the weight of a dark family legacy and a secret that still haunts him in nightmares. Cold, confident, and untouchable, he's learned to keep his distance from everyone. especially after falling for a girl that used him for his money and broke his heart then refused to let go of him. To Ares, Miki has always been Nevolja, his childhood troublemaker, his constant, the one person he lets his guard down with. But as Miki grows into the woman he never saw coming, dangerous feelings begin to surface feelings neither of them can afford. Miki, the granddaughter of a traitor. The daughter of a woman forced to work for the mafia, because she knew too much to walk away. Her mother serves the family that once murdered her own parents, paying for a betrayal that happened before Miki was even born. Forcing Miki to fight her way out through a scollarship and a dream. In a world where everyone walked over her and prayed on her downfall Ares had always been there for her. He was her protector, her shield, her shadow. She had always looked up to him since they were younger he had a strength that was admirable. She had always looked up to him and loved him in a way that runs deeper than words, in a way that even words weren't enough to describe what she felt for him. She never had a place to call home, but when she was with him it felt like the world belonged to her. Because he was her world. Tradition demands loyalty. Family demands sacrifice. And love? Love is the last thing they're allowed to have.

When Sloane Carter returns to our hometown after her twin sister's death, the last thing she expects is a reunion with old friend-or the strange box she finds in her sister's room. At first, the cabin trip feels like a chance to reconnect. But when the box opens on its own, revealing a card that reads "HIDE AND SEEK", the night takes a haunting twist of events

This is not a love story. Isola is for the girls who never bowed. For the ones who were called too sharp, too much, too clever - and stayed that way. It's for the ones who made men sweat with a single look, and then looked away like nothing happened. This story is a slow unraveling. You'll meet Seraphine Belrose - they call her dangerous, unnatural, a witch in all but spell. And then there's Lucien Thorne - a crown prince made of steel and sin, who learns the hard way that power bends for no one... except maybe her. If you're here for soft hands and sharp tongues, stolen glances in candlelight, betrayal dressed in velvet, and kisses that taste like defiance - welcome. This story is not about happy beginnings. It's about the long ache between what was taken and what was claimed back. It's about names: the ones whispered in the dark, the ones said like vows, and the ones that were never meant to be spoken at all. If you like slow burns that burn slowest when the hands never touch. If you like flirtation as war and power as seduction. If you crave characters who undo each other with words before ever laying a hand- Then welcome to Isola. Again, I reiterate, this is not a love story. This is what survives after. I won't promise you comfort. But I will promise this: The ache will be worth it. xo, Strawberry Cin x