Heartbreak doesn't hit like a truck. It hits like a text from your ex in the middle of Moroccan dinner, like a stare from across Chemistry class, like a memory you can't delete. This is the story of a girl who didn't need to be saved - because she was the storm. Sharp, emotional, and sarcastic - a teen monologue-turned-manifesto.

...𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞... ⧫︎steamyromance ⧫︎officeromance ⧫︎slow-burn ⧫︎reincarnation ⧫︎GoodOmensbutSexy *** When you've lived only to suffer, you learn why some souls refuse a second chance. Clark Parker dies a Saint－ and is offered reincarnation. A perfect next life. Peace. Bliss. Everything a pure soul deserves. Everything... except a 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦. Because she doesn't have one. Or at least－ that's what they told her. But a Captain in the Veil remembers her－ a man she was never meant to forget. And to find him... she must become a 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳. #1 Veil #1 Grim reapers #1 Ghosts #1 Afterlife [First draft - Completed 11 Apr 2026] [Currently undergoing rewrites, expect the in-line comments to be gone]

At thirteen, Isla and Rowan made a promise beneath a summer sky: If we're not married by thirty, we'll marry each other. It was just a joke. A pinky-swear. A scribble in a shared notebook. Fourteen years later, Isla returns to their lakeside hometown for the first time in years-grieving, lost, and more unsure of herself than ever. When she and Rowan reunite to pack up his late mother's house, they stumble across that forgotten pact buried in a dusty attic box. Now in their late twenties and feeling behind in a world that keeps racing ahead, the two spend the summer checking off unfinished memories from their childhood bucket list-and slowly rediscovering a version of themselves they thought they'd lost. But time changes people. And maybe, some pacts aren't meant to last. A wistful, slow-burn love story about friendship, grief, growing up, and finding your way back-to each other, and to yourself.

Damian Montague a powerful CEO who thrives on control, his world dominated by business and his own rigid rules. He doesn't understand sports and certainly doesn't care about the cheerleaders who bring energy to the games. That is, until he meets Kylie Castellan-a fiery 20-year-old Dallas Cowboys cheerleader and finance college student whose undeniable charisma turns his world upside down. There's one thing Damian can't seem to shake: he wants her. Not just for her beauty or her vibrant energy, but because he craves control over her-a desire to make her dance only for him, to claim her and her attention in a way no one else can. She belongs on the field, dazzling a crowd, but all he can think about is taking her out of that spotlight and making her his. His to command. His to protect. His to break and rebuild, until the only thing she lives for is him.

After the world fell apart, all they had was each other. In the aftermath of a devastating pandemic, a group of friends must navigate survival, loss, and the quiet resilience of human connection. This isn't just a story about the end...it's about what remains, and the people who choose to stay. Disclaimer: This story may contain minor BL (Boys' Love) elements. It may also include scenes of violence, blood, and gore that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. Updates twice a month on the 10th and 25th!

When the radios go silent, survival begins. Staff Sergeant Cole and his squad were sent to guard a highway checkpoint-Amist a full scale invasion of the United States ,. But nine days have passed. No resupply. No orders. No contact. And no idea what the hell is going on. When Cole ventures back to base with a single teammate, what they find is worse than abandonment-the base is empty, the streets are silent, and something has torn through the soldiers stationed there. Then they find corporal Hallet . He swears civilians turned feral. That he saw them eating each other . Now Cole is racing against the setting sun, searching the ruins of his hometown for his missing wife and daughter. What he doesn't know is that the nightmare hasn't passed-it's waiting. Watching. Hungry. And night is falling fast. "Hey everyone, this is my first time trying to write a story. It's nowhere near finished, but I just wanted some honest feedback. I use some military lingo here and there-if you're unsure what something means, feel free to Google it. Thanks again, everyone. Hope you enjoy it! More of the story coming soon"

Psychological Horror and Slow-burn Dark Romance. 18+ --------------------------- It's been five years since that fateful Friday night. I remember it like it was yesterday. The night I was kidnapped. I was held against my will. Tortured. Starved. Broken apart, piece by piece. All in the name of "curing" me. He didn't just steal my freedom. He rewrote the rules of pain, of fear - and then, somehow, of love. If you'd told me I'd fall for the man who ruined my life, I would've laughed in your face. But reality doesn't always follow logic. He's given me this journal and I'm going to write my story. This is my truth. My confession. My war cry. Because what he did to me deserves to be known. --------------------------- THIS BOOK CONTAINS TRAUMATIC CONTENT! TRIGGER WARNINGS: Kidnapping, assault, systemic abuse, mentions of Domestic Violence and childhood trauma, phobias, blood and gore, body horror, and mental illnesses including severe psychosis. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED! --------------------------- Original: 2023-2024 Rewrite: Feb 2025 to Jan 2026 Vaguely inspired by: Fear by Lovelyseok.

In the dead of night, when darkness claims centre stage upon the world, tales of strange anomalies circulate through the masses. Within this collection, you may encounter a mixed bag of short-form content, particularly diving into horror and the paranormal. Dark myths, urban legends, and other tales of unfathomable nature shine supreme after twilight turns into the cold nothingness of the night. Welcome to Tales of Yonder, dear reader.

"Afraid of me? Why are you so afraid, princess?" He placed his hand on the wall next to her head, effectively trapping her between his body and the cold stone. "I'm not afraid of you," she lied, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "I'm not afraid of anything." He chuckled darkly. "You should be." His lips barely brushed against hers in a tantalizingly soft touch. She froze on the spot, her legs refusing to move. He took advantage of her daze, closing the remaining gap and crushing his lips against hers.