Blair Collins didn't come to the coast to fall in love. She came because her life back home cracked open, and everyone thought distance might fix it. She came quiet, awkward, and determined to keep her head down for one temporary summer in a town that wasn't hers. But summers don't stay quiet and the ocean doesn't let you hide. He's everything Blair isn't. Confident, reckless, impossible to ignore. A local who belongs to the shoreline like he was born from it. He was never supposed to notice her. And she was never supposed to want him. What starts as stolen glances turns into late nights, salt stained skin, and feelings neither of them planned for. As Blair begins to come into herself finding her confidence, her voice, her power she realizes something terrifying: Some loves don't ask permission and some summers change you forever. But when August ends, Blair has to go back to her real life and the ocean doesn't let you take everything with you. A story about first love, becoming seen, and learning that even temporary things can leave permanent marks.

This is a personal poetry book about people I loved, or still love and about my life. I don't go into details (cause once again, personal) but it's my pretty much first time writing poems so feel free to read it and leave critiques. The poems are completely based on emotions and not on any type of professionalism. Enjoy :)

Halloween is truly a festive time of year. Spooky stories, haunted houses and vampires that you can't help but thirst over because you're weird like that. That's why Hale Woodsen's inviting you to the Traitre Museum. You know, that weirdly atmospheric place near 86th, the one with the dome ceiling? Yeah. There'll be music. Shadows. Smoke machines. Candlelight that definitely isn't safe. Maybe even a Ouija board or two. Costumes are absolutely mandatory - don't come dressed like a civilian unless you want to be sacrificed mid-party for the aesthetic. For everyone has suffered a tragedy recently, the disappearance of Luca Almirez. For those who don't know (you're living under a rock), the basketballer disappeared a month or two ago, after the biggest game of his life. Nothing's been found about him, and to be honest? We're not sure if there ever will be. He was a best friend, a gifted sportsman, and overall a beloved member of society. Perhaps this is Hale's way of battling the grief. Since, you know, he was Luca's best friend. He's trying just as hard as everyone else to get to the bottom of this. His list of suspects is never ending, from Cady Lovaine to Ruel Cruz, to even Reverie Vale and Leslie Wilde. But they have hunches too, and so the story continues, dangerous and twisted. But that's not everything. If you want to get all the details, let's leave the Halloween party. Let's go to the 16th of August, where everything began.

''1944. War broke them. Love rebuilt them.'' In late 1944 , Polish Jewish nurse Lea Karturcz meets William Heath , a young paraplegic soldier , at Stoke Mandeville Hospital. Lea's family remains trapped in Nazi-occupied Poland , their fates unknown. As she tends to his wounds , she slowly earns William's trust -and love. When William is rejected hurtfully , Lea's love is revealed. In the aftermath of the Holocaust , they find love. Inspired by the 2012 BBC drama film The Best of Men. Cross-posted on Fanfiction.net New Chapters Posted Mondays & Fridays!

A simple collection of poetry for the readers with souls made of stars.

Sable has a cunning plan. Sable's out to get a man. More sexy than your wildest dreams, But Sable isn't all she seems... ***** Mature Content / Trigger Warnings Please read, before you start this diction. First, this is a work of fiction. Then second, just to make it clear, This tale is fifty shades of queer. Next, I should warn you this, for sure, Some of this content is mature, With characters out to seduce, Plus sexual trauma and abuse, Defilement, lust and violation, Perverted sins and exploitation. On top of these licentious needs, Indecent acts, and sordid deeds, The language used might be offensive, Though frequency is not extensive. Please heed the warnings I've supplied. The risk is yours. Enjoy the ride. ***** Acknowledgement to MichaelBN on I-n-k-i-t-t: For Michael's help with cover art, Which helped to set this book apart, This gratitude I hold within, Extends as heartfelt thanks to him.

exploring inner voices of ordinary things with a simple question "If I were a...?" This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using canava

This is about a bunch of different things, mainly writing advice. The stuff I write down in here is very blunt and things that I've thought a lot about. I am very open to suggestions and any other advice. I don't get offended... like at all. Also some of these chapters are quite long, and others are short. The type of advice I give isn't a step by step, it's almost like listening to a lecture. I will also happily explain anything that doesn't make sense. Anyways, I hope is everyone is staying safe, healthy, as well as having a wonderful day/night. MATURE FOR CURSING!!! I also put it as complete because eventually I'll run out of advice to give and I have no idea when that will be... so yea it's complete for now until I update it.

COMPLETE 🏆 8 Awards Winner 🏆 She didn't mean to fall for him. Especially not during a fake dating psych project. But feelings? Yeah, they're kind of rude like that. ...... Senior year wasn't supposed to feel like drowning-but Thea Winslow's barely keeping it together between old grief, messy friendships, and the weight of everyone's expectations. Enter Callan Everett: football golden boy wrapped in a storm, too attractive for his own good, and her partner for an annoyingly intimate psychology project on relationships. It's supposed to be fake. Strictly academic. But when late-night calls turn into real confessions, and feelings sneak in where walls used to be... Thea has to decide whether love is worth the fallout. A story about grief, growth, and accidentally catching feelings with the one person who sees through your sarcasm. ...... 🥈Second place romance in author den awards 🏅Top three best couple in the Storyteller's crown awards

This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. _________________________________________ 'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25 #4 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/11/25 #20 in short out of 160k books on 11/11/25 #7 in inspiration out of 30k books on 11/11/25 #2 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/13/25 #13 in short out of 160k books on 11/13/25 #1 in Personal out of 28k books on 11/15/25 #2 in Poems out of 222k books on 1/14/25 #1 in Poesia out of 16k books on 12/16/25