My eyes flashed to his chest briefly, but unfortunately not briefly enough. Thank God for giving the six-foot-something manchild with daddy issues a six-pack and dimples. A grin tugged at Seb's lips as he moved closer. "You have to be crazy, or else you were serious about the four grand." "I was," he said. "I have a proposition." I laughed once. "No." "No? It's four grand, hear me out?" I didn't reply. I just looked at him. Sebastian King continued anyway. "You pretend to date me this summer, I pay you four thousand dollars cash." ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Liana Burke takes a summer counsellor job at Camp Kingatoa because UBC is expensive and being poor doesn't come with a grace period. She expects mosquitoes, sticky kids, and minimum wage. Instead, she gets trapped for eight weeks with: › Carter Wright - the golden boy she's loved since they were kids sharing free school lunches › Sienna Monroe - the girl who can turn humiliation into entertainment › Sebastian King - the rich bad boy who once proved, in one casual sentence, that she belonged beneath him Then Sienna cheats on Seb. With Carter. Seb wants revenge. Liana needs money. So he offers her a deal: Fake-date him for the summer. Make them jealous. Get paid. Liana knows better than to trust a King. But tuition is expensive. And Camp Hustler has one rule everyone learns eventually: Everyone has a price. The problem? The longer Liana pretends to be Sebastian King's girlfriend, the harder it becomes to remember which parts are fake. ── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── ✎𓂃𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚂 Fake Dating Bad Boy x Good Girl Rich Boy x Poor Girl Enemies to Lovers Summer Camp Romance Revenge Deal Jealous Exes He Falls First

A collection of short stories based on my very vivid dreams and nightmares that overly attached itself to my waking moments giving me enough time to write it down and make a whole plot out of it, crafted to make it make sense and sometimes combining 2 dreams from nonconsecutive days to make it more interesting. TLDR: I unconsciously witnessed cosmic transcendence and now I make stories inspired out of it and showcase my capabilities in writing different styles. CURRENT CONTENT: Dystopian with a bit of steampunk and zombies with lots of surviving and escaping.

🏆x3 Awards! ✨️Second Place for Best Cover in the Cassiopeia Mini Awards. Proud to say What Was Held made the short list in The Original Muse Awards! I'm Liliah. Sixteen, almost seventeen. I hate being me. Why? Ten reasons: 1. I'm stuck in Muxleigh - a suffocating seaside town. 2. My mum only cares when it affects her. 3. My step-dad runs our house on fear. 4. I'm failing the person I love most: my six-year-old sister, Forsythia. 5. I don't know who I am... or why I'm here. 6. I attacked the worst boy in town - now I'm hated, and he's still worshipped. 7. My vice? It's leaving scars. 8. My mental health? Apparently I belong in a psych ward. 9. Bexmoore was meant to be a fresh start. It wasn't. 10. I had two chances at something real... and I ruined them both. I'm at breaking point. Hiding in the dirt, literally, I'm not joking. What I hate the most? How alone I feel. Maybe telling my story means someone else won't feel like this. Before it's too late.

He was sent to save humanity. No one ever warned him he would fall in love with it. Anael, an angel sent by the Creator, descends into a world consumed by war, hatred, and despair during the time of the Crusades. There, he meets Escarlet, a young woman whose kindness challenges everything he believed he understood about humankind. As faith is turned into a weapon and betrayal threatens to destroy everything, Anael must face an impossible choice: fulfill the purpose for which he was created... or follow the path his heart has chosen. Because even an angel can fall. And sometimes, the fall is the greatest act of love. A historical fantasy novel filled with romance and drama about faith, sacrifice, and the true meaning of humanity.

A world where croaky voices, loud sneezing, and loose change falling out of pockets are considered laughable is not a man's world. But here we are. In this world, men undergo voice breaking once a month for several days due to a cyclical decline in testosterone levels. The associated prejudices have meant that men rarely pursue public professions, with less than 20% of politicians, business leaders, or television presenters being male. Beau wants to change that. His confidence grows when he is hired as a staff member on a presidential campaign that has the historic goal of bringing the first man into the highest office. A small step for Beau, a giant leap for mankind. Little does he know that his presence will ruin everything. PROMPT: Self-love often starts small, like planting a single seed. With time, patience and a bit of light, it will blossom.

Hi, my name is Mira and I'm entering a new phase in life. I wish it was as smooth as it sounds. I wish it was, hmm just so normal. And then there was that book. A dusty, untitled thing. As a newly heartbroken girl, I just wanted a distraction, something I could get lost in and daydream about(I almost did, until that deflecting idiot). But it messed with my head so much over time, that I can't possibly explain but I can definitely show it. What I realized is that some stories aren't just stories... maybe they're just someone else's stage entirely. PS: The author is so cruel to make me go through it all, painfully slow. A/N: This story is intended for audiences(18+). Some chapters contain strong language, alcohol use, references to self harm and mental health, sexual content and suggestive themes. Reader Discretion Advised.