Sunday Louise Kincaid was raised on superstition and sweet tea, the kind of girl who keeps salt in her pocket and won't whistle after dark. A folklore student from the hills of Kentucky, she's come to the rain-soaked edges of Washington State to study the Quileute tribe's living legends-how oral stories survive in modern teenage mouths. She's not here for trouble. She's here for truth. But trouble finds her anyway-in the form of a six-foot-five golden-eyed man built like a war god and smiling like sin. Emmett Cullen is everything she doesn't trust: too charming, too curious, and too present. Sunday doesn't fall easy, and she doesn't fall for pretty. Especially not when the whole town seems to hold its breath when he walks by. Then come the questions no one wants to answer. The stares. The tension. The forest that feels too quiet. The stories that sound too much like warnings. And the Cullens? They're not just a strange family-they're hiding something ancient. Something cold. Now Sunday's not just collecting legends. She's living one. And she's not sure whether to run-or start writing her own.

***THIS STORY WILL BECOME FREE ON JULY15th!*** Beverly Curie only lives for herself (and maybe ice cream). When her three nieces are suddenly put under her care, she must do the impossible: think about someone other than herself. Beverly is the only member of her family left in Chestnut Ridge, where she's kept the same routine for eight years: do as little work as possible during the day, marathon sitcoms in the evening, and try (for the life of her) to get everyone to leave her alone. When she loses her position at Red Ribbon's Craft Store, Beverly is left without a job and without a paycheck. Then her estranged sister, Aimee, calls with an impossible favor: Could Beverly take care of her three nieces for six months? It's insane. But then there's the thirty thousand dollars that Aimee offers to pay and Beverly can't resist. Suddenly, she's stuck taking care of three little girls, trying not to kill the soccer moms at the snobby Percival Academy, and joining the PTO. Now Beverly--self-serving, sarcastic, and problematic--must take on the role of a loving parent. And she is anything but. This story is now available on YONDER, your next-generation reading app from the Wattpad family. Join me on YONDER today! Find it now in your app store. Cover designed by Ilafi Nastiti

This web-novel is an experiment. It overlays the text of George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four with a story set 40 years from now. Like most science fiction, this work is connected to the problems of our current day: cultural, environmental and political. The real Nineteen Eighty-Four is a book people know without having read: Big Brother, thoughtcrime and doublethink are very much a part of today's popular culture. Twenty Sixty-Four takes the original template as an internet meme, a popular image repurposed and given a different caption. It is satire and speculation, with the hope that our real future is nothing like this one. Asked about Nineteen Eighty-Four, Orwell said he hoped it would not come true, describing his book as a warning. After the recent election, Twenty Sixty-Four reimagines Orwell's classic in the spirit of keeping that intention alive. Note: The last chapter is a Glossary explaining key terms

"Chrissy! Open the door!" Just as I'm watering my beautiful kumquat and trying to distract myself, the phone beeps, and I growl as I realize that I'm not the only whose day was ruined because of Mr. fungus's annoyingness. Is this your hot boss shouting your name from the street? - Ginko Determined to rip his head for the endless hours of gossip he's just granted my neighbors, I storm out of the kitchen and stand on the single vacant tile of my jungle of a balcony. "What do you want?" I try to keep my voice as low as possible, but the windows opening across the entire street tell me that this is by no means a private conversation. "We need to talk." "You mean that you want to find a new way of sucking the sap out of me, and using me like you always do?" "I'm sorry for what happened, Chrys. I truly am!" he finally concludes, his eyes refusing to let mine go. A wave of Aws passes over the street as the single ladies strategically standing on their balconies swoon at the fit for a rom-com scene. Little do they know is that they just fell for another trick of the master of opportunism. Planning on hissing on him and going back in, I take a deep breath and brush a hand through my tangled hair. Much to my dismay, my elbow knocks one of the many aloe vera pots, and soon enough, it rains plant and flowers on the guy as the audience gasps in terror. 🍂 Human Botany 101 🍂