In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

They were supposed to be forever - until he shattered everything with a single decision. Delilah and Aiden spent three years building a love that felt unshakable. But when Aiden suddenly announces he no longer believes in marriage, Delilah walks away - heartbroken and pregnant. Aiden isn't ready to let go. As he fights to win her back, old wounds reopen, lies unravel, and family ties twist into threats. Can love survive when trust is gone? Or is their bond already broken beyond repair?

Tasha Kwan runs on sarcasm, caffeine, and a toddler named Ollie who calls her "Tashie" like she's both his nanny and his sidekick. Ghost-Axel's right-hand man and the Iron Vultures MC Vice President-runs on silence, control, and loyalty. They're complete opposites. They don't even know each other yet. But when the worlds of bikes, betrayal, and blanket-fort "church" collide, the chaos is inevitable. From a carpark meet, to a storage closet, to a life none of them expected... this is the story of what happens when caffeine meets control, sarcasm meets silence, and a tiny toddler wingman accidentally engineers the greatest love story in MC history. ⚡ Part of the "Sorry" Universe (spin-off of Sorry, I'm an Idiot (And You're My Wife)) 💀 Dual POV (Tasha + Ghost) 😂 Heavy on sarcasm, comedy, chaos ❤️ Found family, MC drama, slow-burn romance, and five kids later... New title covers coming your way soon 👀 And yes, before anyone else decides to cry "AI!" - let's be real. If AI could procrastinate as well as me, forget its own plot twists mid-chapter, or type with biscuit crumbs in the keyboard while humming along to bad 2000s playlists... then sure, maybe it wrote this. But no. It's just me, a chaotic brain, too much caffeine, and Wattpad's draft button judging me silently. 😂

Finding out we were going to be parents was supposed to be the happiest time of our lives. Instead, I feel my husband, Ethan, drifting away from me a little more every day. He's late coming home from work, he disappears for long periods of time, he's irritable and closed off, and nothing I say or do seems to reach him. As tensions between us mount, I'm discovering parts of my husband's past that I never knew existed. And when everything comes tumbling down, I'm forced to ask myself: how well do I really know the man I love?

Fern thought marriage meant partnership, love, and the quiet safety of family. For four years she's tried to believe that-tried to ignore the sharp edges of a mother-in-law who never wanted her, an ex who had moved too close for comfort and a husband who is always looking the other way. But when her husband's negligence leaves their little girl in a hospital bed with burns on her hand, Fern can no longer swallow the excuses. She is done being the afterthought in her own marriage. Her husband Conner insists he loves her, but love doesn't keep a child safe. Love doesn't silence a mother-in-law's whispers or stop an ex from poisoning the air of every family gathering. Love isn't enough-not when Fern's entire world has been built on the shaky ground of compromise. And as the fractures in their marriage widen into fault lines, Fern has to face the question she's been afraid to ask- What if walking away is the only way to save herself and her daughter?

💔 She lost everything to her sister once. This time, she's not giving it up. ✨ Sorry, You're An Idiot (And So Is My Sister) ✨ A spin-off of Sorry, I'm An Idiot (And You're My Wife) - full of family drama, messy romance, betrayal, and the revenge glow-up you didn't know you needed. Update: New covers are dropping soon, and I can't wait for you to see them. Now, onto the "AI" comments. Let me be crystal clear: I write every word myself. If you think a robot could pull off juggling school runs, lesson planning, late-night coffee binges, Wattpad updates at ungodly hours, and still slip in sarcasm that cuts deep - you're giving AI way too much credit. I'll take your accusations as a backhanded compliment. If my writing feels "too good" to be human, then maybe that just means I'm doing something right. ✨

📢 Final polished copy now on Kindle pre-order! Releases Oct 1st, 2025 (paperback soon!) 📖✨ Emily Carter thought she had it all - a husband, a home in LA, and a hilarious three-year-old son. Then she walked into her guest room and found Jake naked with his assistant. Now Emily's out for answers (and a little revenge), armed with sarcasm, a "stupid evidence folder," and Ollie, her toddler sidekick who blurts out every secret he overhears. Jake might think he can win her back with roses, date nights, or karaoke ballads, but Ollie's truth bombs - and Emily's razor-sharp wit - prove otherwise. This isn't just a story about betrayal. It's a romantic comedy about strength, second chances, and the hilarious honesty of kids who always say the quiet part out loud. Because in Emily's world, one thing's certain: Memily always wins, and Ollie always gets his nuggies. As for the handful shouting "AI wrote this!" - kindly fuck off. I know it's easier to assume a robot is behind my work than to admit a human being out here with a job, a family, and zero sleep is still more creative than you. But trust me: this mess, this madness, this weird blend of comedy and heartbreak? 100% human-powered. If AI ever learns how to write Wattpad stories while half-laughing, half-crying over its own characters, then maybe I'll worry. Until then, take a seat.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

Zach Westbrook was my best friend-and the boy I'd secretly loved since forever. Until he said the one thing I was never supposed to hear. So I did what any heartbroken, humiliated girl would do. I ghosted him. Ditched the university we both planned to attend. And left without looking back. Our friendship ended the day I left town. Or so I thought. Three years later, I'm back. Not because I want to be, but because family comes first-and unfortunately, that means transferring to Ridgewater University. The same school Zach owns like a second skin. Still hot. Still cocky. Still the campus golden boy with a hockey stick. And still the last person I want to deal with. But I'm not the shy, awkward girl he used to know. I've changed. I've moved on. I'm no longer the girl who used to follow him around like a lost puppy. This time, I'm not the one getting benched.