The story of a girl, a town, and the world as they face imminent death.

beauty links arms with despair

"Being a genius is not always a good thing" ****** Esma, a 14 year old genius hasn't lived the best life. Being an orphan from the age of 5 after her parents died in a house fire. Still there is more to her then what meets the eye. After she takes down a serial killer she is kidnapped and is asked to join a school that trains the future C.I.A..

Riann Hsu's life takes a drastic turn when she got engaged to Edward Vanderbilt, one of New York's richest billionaires, based on a deal. The terms are clear, the most important one is: clear abuse allegations against Edward and rebuild his dead reputation, and he'd help her repay her mom's debts and hand her the socialite role on a silver platter. The only thing keeping her from having a peaceful marriage is the animosity between her and Theodore, her fiance's son and devil-reincarnate. They're both biding their time to destroy each other. But the line between desire and hatred blurs when, in a moment of mutual wanting and vulnerability, he shows her just what his mouth is capable of aside from throwing snark comments her way. From pushing aside her growing feelings for Theo to discovering strange clues that reveal dark secrets the family hides, she has to fight off every obstacle lining up her way to remain in the household. As she digs deeper into the family's buried past, the mystery turns out to be darker than an ordinary case of domestic violence. Everyone in the Vanderbilt family holds an agenda of their own, and if she wants to find the culprit before they target her this time, she has to pretend she is just a naive, housewife unaware of the danger lurking around. But investigating an unsolved case by herself is risky, and it's only a matter of time before someone sees through her pretense and ruins her plan. · · · [ status: ongoing ] ‣ extended blurb + trigger warnings inside

The first death was called an accident. The second, a tragedy. By the third, Morana knew it wasn't chance-it was hunting season. Someone at Blackwood Academy is killing, and each strike feels colder, smarter, closer. The question isn't who's next-it's how long before they come for her.

"and then it all went still." copyright © 2020 by aveirell

Every summer had its own rhythm, but this one felt different-like a song that one would almost remember from their childhood. The hills around Grenfell rolled out like a quilt of gold and olive, the late-afternoon sun turning every blade of grass into something worth painting. Wind carried the scent of eucalyptus and warm earth, and somewhere in the distance a magpie trilled a tune that felt older than the town itself. The house itself pulsed with noise-doors slamming, music blaring, voices overlapping as if silence might break the spell. There were too many shoes by the door, too many secrets between the walls, and too many moments that made my heart skip in ways Liviana Dahlia Rossi wasn't ready to name. And there he was. Isaac Ramirez Salvator Bortoleto, leaning against the fence as if he belonged to the sun itself, boots dusted from the paddock, that familiar smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. They'd known each other since they were kids chasing each other through tall grass and sheeps, but something about the way he looked at her now felt different-like the countryside itself had shifted. Liviana told herself she wasn't here to be seen. Isaac looked at her like he already knew that was a lie. That was the moment summer shifted. And nothing-not the wind, not the stars, not even the walls she'd built around her heart-would stay the same. --- book started: 11 November 2025 book completed:

"Why do you chase murderers like you have nine lives?" In which a heartthrob and a reporter team up to bring down Seraph City's most lethal killer.

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ Not for the faint of heart, I explore dark parts of my mind and unfurl them for your own enjoyment. All of these stories are true. You don't know me, and you're never going to. This is basically just a shitty diary of my life with very few details as to who I am, Don't want to scare you off. Feel free to read but I don't really care. I'm just a screwed up guy that everyone knows and nobody cares about really. If you can't tell I'll probably swear quite a bit in this so if you don't like that I'm sorry, but this really isn't a good read anyway it's just me complaining about the fact I still exist. Actually no, whilst I did start this to complain about my life, the stories are fluctuating, as I discover I am infact worthy of love, even I don't believe it at all times. I hope you enjoy my rantings. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️

Glase Vanderpark was promised $800,000 to play a girl she's never met. All she had to do was pretend to be Vivienne Crowe for a school year. Perfect hair, perfect student, perfect friends. But when she arrives at the boarding school full of silent glances, shady teachers, rumors of a bonfire incident, and students who magically disappear, she starts to wonder...where is the real Vivienne Crowe?