He told himself it was nothing. Just a phase. Just someone to text. But somewhere between late-night chats and quiet promises, he started building dreams with a girl he could never have. A girl outside his faith. Outside his future. And yet... inside his heart. This isn't a love story. It's a quiet war between desire and discipline, loneliness and loyalty, temptation and truth. 💭 What happens when the one you want... is the one your soul says you can't keep? Told through the voice of a boy with no name, this is a story of softness, guilt, longing, and quiet surrender. Will he hold on to her? Or finally let go of everything but the One who never leaves? This time, you are the witness. This time, you decide if it was love... or just a heart looking for shelter. 🫣💔

The year is 1988, and Finn, Ronan, Becca and Jasper are spending the summer at a reformatory camp located deep in the Alaskan wilderness. The camp, named Lightlake, is the last chance the teens have to get their lives back on track, but changing for the better isn't easy - and especially not at a place like Lightlake, where secrets outnumber the campers and myths have a way of coming to life. This story is now free on Wattpad. [[word count: 200,000-250,000 words]]

The Legend of the Surfer Dude The stadium lights are blinding and the pressure is crushing. In Sandpoint, Idaho, the Sanders name is a legacy. But Bradley Sanders? He isn't following the script. He's rewriting it in permanent pink hair dye. Fourteen-year-old Brad-aka the "Surfer Dude"-is all in. He doesn't just enter a room; he enters a stadium. He doesn't just play guitar; he jazzes it up until the church band plugs their ears. Living up to the Sanders name is a full-contact sport. While his brother Chip is the perfect star quarterback, Brad is the firework everyone calls "weird." Between winning over a girl with the strictest dad in Idaho and proving he's more than just a "punk" with $3.52 in the bank, Brad is determined to find his own way to the Hall of Fame. Summer is over. The Surfer Dude has arrived. Sandpoint will never be the same.