Juliette Smith is aware that everything she does is on borrowed time. Her popularity, her relationship with her father, with her friends... all of it is on borrowed time. Her existence as she knows it is so fragile. With the revelation of one secret, all of it could go up in flames, but there's never been any reason for her to disclose it, and there has been every reason for her to hide it; it protects her image. Esme Panchak is, by definition, a poison to her image. She is everything that Juliette isn't. She's undermotivated, crass, and unapologetically her own person. She's everything that Juliette has trained herself to loathe, and everything she has successfully avoided for three years... but she's enchanting, enticing. Whenever they're together, she can feel her grip slipping bit by bit. So, when Juliette ends up stuck with Esme as her lab partner, she realizes just how quickly the secrets she's trying to outrun can catch up with her.

Everything about this vacation was a cliché. I was a cliché, invited by my new rich friend to spend the summer with her. The location of her parents' Italian holiday home was a cliché. Her intimidatingly cool childhood friends who accompanied us were a cliché. My unrequited crush was a definite cliché. Age rating: New Adult (characters are 22 to 25 years old), no mature content.

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In 1968, Louise Shelton is a young woman studying who dreams of becoming a journalist, and she begins to attend the fictional all-women's college of Oak Hill; a liberal arts college in New York City. As she chases her dreams, she meets a mysterious figure within its halls. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR THIS STORY ⚠️ THIS NOVEL CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BEATINGS, EROTICA, AND HEAVY LANGUAGE. ALSO, THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO ME, THE AUTHOR; ANY REFERENCES TO MEDIA, INCLUDING POP CULTURE, MUSIC, ETC. DO NOT BELONG TO ME BUT ONLY THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS!!!! --------------------- #4 in 1968 #100 in interracialrelationship #10 in butchfemme #6 in africanamerican #2 in interracial relationship #1 in 1968 #1 in latino

In a kingdom ruled by fear and fire, knight Corisande is tasked with hunting witches-but one encounter changes everything. Nyneve, a witch bound to the old ways, and Corisande, her reluctant captor, are linked by a mysterious magic neither fully understands. As duty clashes with desire and loyalty with love, both must face the cost of their choices. In a world where every spell has a price, how far will they go to protect the one they cannot save? Chapter Release Dates October 30th - Chapter 1 - 5 November 3rd - Chapter 6 - 10 November 5th - Chapter 11 - 15 November 7th - Chapter 16 - 20 November 10th - Chapter 21 - 25 November 12th - Chapter 26 - 30 November 14th - Chapter 32, 33 November 15th - Chapter 34, 35 November 16th - Chapter 36, 37, Fin

An ambitious royal, and the insurrectionist who wants to destroy everything she stands for. They meet, unwittingly, and their stories intertwine so thoroughly that unraveling one from the other would break them. What happens when their secrets are made bare? What will become of them when their quarreling desires come head to head? completed, approx. 70,000 words, 3rd person pov --- wlw, medieval fantasy in an alternate world. no homophobia, only a judgemental in-law. mostly slice of life but like, with an overarching plot composed of a potential succession crisis and a little bit of revolution to spice it up. also another blacksmith because i have a type

Crown Princess Leonore, heir to the queendom of Dranath, likes women, obviously. The Queen Mother Carmilla marries her off to Sir Gabriel, obviously. So when she finds out Sir Gabriel is a woman... Dranath; queendom of mystique, bordered by jealous allies. To the southwest, the states of Aurune. East is the coast and the maritime poleis of Raham. To the north, the Hierstag clans. Rich in land and crop and poor in everything else, the queendom is closed in from all fronts. And when the sword of years-long grudges is brought to bear, who will play it to the hilt? ------------------------------ i wanted to say that this book is my love letter to imperialism, but it's actually lovingly crafted hatemail non-anonymously submitted to imperialism's tumblr asks. this is an exploration of how much suffering one can propagate in order to achieve one's goal, and the degree in which your decisions can be justified (even only to yourself!) before you become, essentially, irredeemable; an exercise in Is It Worth It Though yeah there's magic(k) in this one. and a lot of geopolitics! might have gotten carried away with the geopolitics. come for the gay, stay for the political machinations. or come for the political machinations and stay for the gay, i dont mind. 3rd person pov, leonore-centric, no homophobia (at least, not the kind we usually see), i want to say butch/femme but honestly it's butch gabriel/whatever the hell leonore is. folk anti-hero narrative or villain origin story, you decide