Jlenx was... dead? To millions of readers on Inkverse, he was the anonymous author behind psychological thrillers that felt alarmingly real (in an addictive way). To Amber Wilding, he was more than that. He was the only person who truly understood her. That was until a post appeared announcing his death. The internet mourns him like it's fact. Amber reads it like it's a lie. She can't shake the feeling something isn't right. Especially when one of his superfans starts messaging her. And suddenly the question won't leave her alone: Did someone kill Jlenx... or is she next? Because online, people can be anyone. And someone might already be watching her.

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?

They were always supposed to cross the finish line together... until life sent them in opposite directions. In high school, Avery Cole and Nicholas Hartley had everything mapped out: she'd escape their small town with a business degree and a corner office, he'd chase his NASCAR dreams, and somehow they'd make the distance work. Instead, he left for a career opportunity of a lifetime. She stayed behind with a shattered heart and a college acceptance letter, swearing she'd never build her future around a boy who chose racing over her. Years later, Avery is a rising corporate powerhouse, the woman brands call when they want results. Her latest project? Lead a major sponsorship deal in NASCAR. The catch: the driver at the center of the contract is the one man she's spent a decade trying not to love. Nick Hartley is now a Cup Series star with a loyal fanbase, a reputation for driving on the edge, and a "casual" situationship with the grid girl everyone assumes is his girlfriend. He's learned to keep his heart out of the car, until Avery walks back into his garage in heels, a blazer, and ten years of buried feelings. Forced into each other's orbit; lightning holds in the hauler, hotel mix-ups that end in motorcoach sleepovers, late-night strategy calls that sound too much like the past they can't outrun, and a decade of unfinished between them. But the track isn't the only place things get messy. The grid girl who wanted more from Nick, the polished ex who wants Avery back, and a gossip-hungry fanbase turn their second chance into a very public spectacle. In a world where everything is measured in laps, contracts, and camera angles, Avery has to decide what and who is worth the risk. Is Nick just the unfinished chapter she never closed, or the home she's been quietly steering toward all along?

🏆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.