❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

[not edited! Pls don't mind the typos! Thank you!] Ambrosia died a monster. Not the kind under children's beds-but the kind of which people whispered at vampire courts in fear, the one feared for the wars she'd ceased and the lines she'd crossed. Then death did something no hunter ever could: it stopped her. But fate, ever the gambler, gives her a wild card. One chance. One choice. Live again-as the same pointy-toothed legend. or as a human, raw and mortal. She accepts the unknown. No more bloodlust. No more claws. Only a fragile form, a heartbeat she does not trust, and a world brighter, noisier, and incredibly more breakable than she remembers. Now human, she stumbles into a world that is peculiarly normal and crazy-beyond-belief beautiful. There's substance to every bruise, heat in touch, and a pulse that will not quiet. She is no longer the hunter. She's running this time. Bleeding. Feeling. But ghosts remember. Enemies prowl. And the truth she thought entombed? It scratches back with a smile. Strange disappearing acts, shared faces in odd places, and an unwilling past that refuses to remain concealed begin to close in. Old enemies don't care that she bleeds now. They've come for what she knows, for who she used to be- and for who she might yet be. She's outnumbered, outgunned, and-for the first time-afraid. Because when you trade immortality, the stakes are always on the line. And when familiar perils converge and new loyalties take their place, Ambrosia finds the deadliest wars are not always fought with claws- But with chances taken, stakes laid, and fangs that never let go.

They don't follow rules. They solve what others fear. Kim and Azra-brains, blades, and bullets.

Though anatomically same, Every heart is different- Each singing a unique song A book where stories are told in verses~

"Nightmares should end when we wake up... but what if we see them with open eyes, fully conscious?" Burdened by a fractured past, Isa had moved to a new place, hoping for peace - but what she found was far more eerie. The first time she stood before the bathroom mirror in her new home, she knew something was wrong. The reflection staring back wasn't hers. It was the bruised and broken face of a girl she didn't recognize. And when Isa screamed in fear, everything around her faded into darkness. She awoke in her bed...but the memory lingered. Again and again, she encountered the same haunting presence. Every time she looked into the mirror, the girl returned. Every time, Isa fainted. And every time, she woke up in the same place, as if trapped in a loop. Desperate for answers, Isa enrolled in a new school. But the deeper she dug, the more chilling the truth became. Someone - or something - was guiding her. Whispering through silence. Leading her toward a story long buried in shadows. As Isa uncovered layer after layer of secrets, one thing became clear: the mirror was not just glass - it was a portal to a past soaked in suffering. And the truth waiting on the other side was far more terrifying than she ever imagined. AWAKEN SECRETS is a chilling tale of lingering spirits, unraveling mysteries, and the darkness that clings to the forgotten. ------------------------------------ 🏳️‍🌈 🌈 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT 🏳️‍🌈 🌈 🏳️‍🌈 🔪 Murder 🔪 🕵️‍♀️ Strong Female Lead 🕵️‍♀️ 🎢 Emotional Rollercoaster 🎢 ------------------------------------ This Novella is exclusively available on WATTPAD Copyright, 2025 © S. K. Taylor All rights reserved. Publication of this work or parts of this work to any other site or forum, either on Wattpad or anywhere else, without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. Thank You 🌹🌹🌹

A positive test is always supposed to be something good; it's written in its name. But the plus sign was all it took for Milly to know her life was over. Milly was never the star student or model daughter. She wasn't the person others wanted around, in fact, she was the girl who always found herself in trouble. This time she is facing the ultimate punishment for a teen: unwanted pregnancy. It didn't take long for the world she knew to tumble down and be crushed into a million pieces with her still in it. The people who should have supported her have all turned away. With no parents, no father for her unborn child, and no place to call home. Left with nothing, Milly must find a way to survive in a world that despises her. Content Warning: Emotional abuse, teen pregnancy, abortion related trauma, verbal degradation, and intense emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. This is my original work(both the story and the cover art) and is protected by copyright. Please do not copy, repost, or share it without my permission.

[🏆 15 Awards Winner] "When obsession learns the language of love, every 'I love you' is a chain" Riya laughs the loudest and bleeds the quietest. Scarred by an emotionally distant childhood, she hides behind wit and sarcasm-but her eyes always give her away. College is supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to breathe. But then enters Raghuveer-silent, intense, and fiercely focused. The class achiever who never lets anyone in. But something about Riya stirs the parts of him he's kept buried. He swore he'd never fall again... but some promises break too easily. On the other hand there's Rohan-the golden boy, the sweetest guy and Raghuveer's rival. Untouchable but sweet, he never fell for a girl until he notices Riya, for the first time. But what does he really want-her love, or something far more dangerous? As obsession blurs into affection, peace shatters. With betrayals, buried pasts, and someone determined to erase her,Riya is no longer just a bystander. In a city that sees everything and a war no one speaks of, survival comes down to one thing: how far she'll go when love turns lethal. "I didn't want to love you. I wanted to own you-tear you apart and put you back together, so you'd never breathe without remembering who you belonged to" #🎖️1 in Enemies to lovers section Graphics credit: @-DeeIsDead-

Oozed out in blood, my words seep slowly onto drifts of white paper. What soil will I flood when springtime comes to dance? What flowers will feed from this dying pool? What poems will scream as they gasp their first cold air? Looking for more unearthed poetic arcana? Passion? It's here. This book is a sort of dark sister to Excavations. The poetry in it is old, like what I published in Excavations. It's a little edgier, a little more raw. Here is what lies underneath. As in Excavations, some of the poems have been previously published under the pen name Sarah Maddox. They are also available in the commercial edition of Excavations. I retain all the rights to my published poetry. Mildly explicit. Mature readers only.