Beechwood Island is where the rich spend their summers. Golden skin, perfect smiles, curated dinners-and secrets too heavy to stay buried. Juliette Maroon wasn't born a Sinclair, but she was one of them. She belonged to the island, to the friendship, to the boy she wasn't supposed to love. Every summer, they returned: Cadence, Johnny, Mirren, Gat-and Juliette. They called themselves the Liars. But one summer, something broke. And then came the fire. Now, the island remembers the smoke. The silence. The missing pieces. But not Juliette. Because some stories get rewritten. And some girls burn too fast to leave a trace. THIS BOOK INCLUDES SPOILERS!! SO IF YOU DONT WANT TO BE SPOILED READ OR WATCH THE BOOK/SERIES!!!!

charlotte ames came from money. old money. though, that money really never did too much for her. charlotte was born to pure elegance, yet raised until the age of nine by her opioid addicted mother. when everyone has left her behind, only her family's closest friends, the sinclair family, are left. between charlotte ames's golden hair, tall stature, and monumental trust fund, she fits perfectly into the lives of this coastal, cashmere-soft family who spend their summers on their private beechwood island. in fact, she fits in even better with the "liars," cadence, mirren, johnny, and gat. charlotte has spent her years, and especially summers, indulging in sinclair summers, parties, and even skirmish bickerings. she is one of the "american royalty" who live in this perfect, perfect world. well, perfect until you look closer. there was an accident the summer of sixteen. exactly what, charlotte cannot seem to remember, as she does her best to drown herself in pills and flickerings of memories. what she can remember: being desperately in love with johny sinclair; reckless, impossible, and as carved into her as the shoreline. their story has always felt written in salt air and champagne bubbles. but when the lies they've all been telling start to surface, charlotte must untangle the truth from trauma, memory from in-between the pills, and love from legacy. when she returns to the island summer 17, charlotte finds herself in a haunting romance steeped in vintage linen, beach lilies, seashells, and the ache of trying to remember the fire she may have started. charlotte will soon learn beautiful people do terrible things, and old money can't fix burns this deep. season 1 // female oc x johnny sinclair childhood friends to lovers

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛; 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏. 𝚂𝚘 𝙴𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢. In every universe, Esmeralda Merrick deserved better. Because in every universe, she and Johnny Sinclair would fall in love. But worst of all, in every universe, he wouldn't make it in time. And in every universe, Esmeralda Merrick would die alone. Just as she'd always feared. (We Were Liars) (Johnny Sinclair x Fem!OC) (Enemies to lovers)

Riptide | We Were Liars From the tortured life of being a Rothschild, to the calming rippled waves of Beechwood, Blair had received a welcome escape from her everyday life every summer since the age of eight. Beechwood was nothing short of magic to her, and the friends she had made through it were no exception. The Liars ; Cady, Johnny, Mirren, Gat, and Blair were inseparable. The Sinclairs had their secrets and flaws, but Blair was a Rothschild ; surely it couldn't get much worse than it already was, right? [What To Expect] We Were Liars Fem OC x Johnny Sinclair Chapter Format Best Friends Friends to lovers [Highest Rankings] #1 in Johnny Sinclair #1 in Cadence Sinclair #1 in The Sinclairs #1 in Riptide #1 in WWL Started : 25th/June/2025 Finished : (Ongoing) Edited : (Ongoing) EscapeIntoOblivion

Marlowe Wurthington had spent every summer since she was six in Beechwood Island. Home of the Perfect Sinclair family. The Wurthington and Sinclair patriarchs had always been business friends but when their eldest grandchildren were all born within a year of each other that only grew. Every summer the Wurthington family would vacation to France- until they didn't.