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Neon and Noise by Neonandnoise
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Los Angeles, 1986. The city of bright lights, big dreams, and even bigger heartbreaks. When Nina lands a modeling contract in LA, she's thrown headfirst into a world of flashing cameras, ruthless competition, and a loneliness she never expected. Then she meets Rex - the magnetic lead singer of a rock band on the edge of their big break. He's charming, reckless, impossible to ignore... and exactly the kind of trouble she promised herself to avoid. As Nina fights to survive the brutal modeling industry, builds new friendships, and tries to find her place in a city that never stops moving, one question keeps echoing through the noise: Will she be strong enough to stay true to herself - or will she lose herself in the very dream she came here to chase?
What Was Held  by EmOswellWrites
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🏆x1 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.