Asahi was your average 16 year old boy with dreams of adventure. In a place like the nexus that's almost guaranteed. But Asahi isn't special it would take a miracle. Said miracle presents itself a tournament with a wish on the line. Can Asahi pull through or is there much more than meets the eye?

In a kingdom where flowers hold magic, Olive-the spirited daughter of a humble herbalist-was born with an unusual blessing: every part of her seems touched by the shade of olive. Her hair curls like leaves in the sun, her eyes gleam green-gold, and the olive flowers she tends bloom brighter at her touch. To her, olives are a symbol of love, peace, and promise. Ashton, the crown prince, despises olives-not just the taste, but the sight and scent. To him, they're the emblem of a prophecy that doomed his family. When fate forces him to seek Olive's help in breaking a curse that threatens the entire kingdom, their clashing hearts spark both rivalry and reluctant fascination. But as they journey through enchanted groves, battle ancient guardians, and unravel a love story from centuries past, Olive begins to wonder-can a promise rooted in peace bloom between two hearts so bitterly opposed? "She was born of olive magic. He swore he'd never touch it. Destiny had other plans."

ASH FALLS EVERY MIDNIGHT. AND EVERY MORNING, SOMEONE IS FOUND DEAD. Lyria Arden has spent her life trying to outrun her past. But when a series of ritualistic murders begins-each victim carved with symbols she's seen before-she becomes the prime witness. And then she meets him. An immortal man with ash-white hair, gold-ringed eyes, and a voice that feels like a warning. He knows things about her that no one should. He knows the symbols. He knows the killers. He knows the ancient world buried beneath their city. And he knows her real name... the one she has never told anyone. As Lyria is drawn deeper into the hidden truth-a forgotten realm, a cursed library, and a kingdom that once demanded blood-she must uncover a mystery older than humanity. Because the ash isn't falling because of the dead. It's falling because of her. A story of shadows, desire, ancient magic, and a truth that can ruin worlds.

Aubrey Wilson has the heart of an angel. As the type of person to always trust in others, she's admirable to peers. A total darling, but with a sadness that encases her heart. Anyone could shrink down in fright at the receiving end of Luke Taylor's infamous glare. Tall, muscular, dark-haired, and handsome, he's no stranger on or off the field. Not a kind stranger either. A total brooding asshole, but with a sadness that encases his heart. --- "You didn't have to hit him or anything," I lie my head on his broad, strong shoulder. "He shouldn't have touched you like that," he tucks a curl behind my ear. ~Strong Language~ ~Mild Violence~

Grayson Summers has loved Talia Chase since kindergarten-but while she barely remembers him, he's never stopped watching from afar. When fate brings them closer after a championship night, long-buried feelings begin to surface. *** Sometimes, the guy falls in love first. Deeply. In kindergarten, she gave him a flower. She forgot her kindness, but he would always remember. No matter how many girls Grayson Summers dates or hooks up with, he can never forget Talia Chase. Accidentally labeled as the high school's womanizer, he continuously collects more and more problems. Too scared of rejection, Grayson has never asked Talia to be his, and only spends his time hopelessly dreaming. Talia is confused. Her friends have told her Grayson Summers is not a guy who smiles or is kind, but Talia swears she has seen him act both of those ways before. The universe has plans. After the night of the basketball state championship, Talia finds herself questioning Grayson's true reasons behind his actions as the two grow closer together. *** Warning: this story contains strong language, alcohol and drug use, and sexual content

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)