"You are the most caring, forgiving, and sweet person I've ever known when the world has been so cruel to you- I was cruel to you." ❀ Violet Gray is a poor, lonely girl with a troubled life, while her counterpart, Eclaire "Claire" White, is wealthy, popular, and athletic. Midwest's East River High has a cruel social hierarchy that thrives on drama and rumors. Based on that, the pair already has negative feelings about one another. Claire believes that Violet is an unkempt creep, and Violet thinks Claire is a stupid, narcissistic whore. However, the opposites properly meet for the first time, due to a partner project. They don't connect very well at first, but when they finally open up about their personal lives, a complicated relationship blossoms. The duo sticks together and helps each other through their vastly different issues, whether it's shitty boyfriends, dysfunctional parents at home, getting revenge on your traitor best friend, or simply just trying to be a better person. In a nutshell: Violet realizes that balancing your shitty home life, social life, and a situationship is NOT for the weak. NOTE: If you see "❀" between paragraphs, that means that it's a time skip to another scene or a POV switch! CONTENT WARNINGS: Substance Abuse Self Harm Parent Death Domestic Violence Gun Violence Drugs Implied Sex and Described Sex Scenes Depression

Twenty-four-year-old Clementine Bailey has spent her whole life working sunup to sundown on the Bailey farm. Feeding animals, fixing fences, harvesting crops, doing the work everyone expects her to. The dependable farmer's daughter with dirt on her boots, a soft smile, and a secret she's carried since she was sixteen. She's been in love with FinLeigh Drayton, pastor's daughter, town sweetheart, and her best friend, for eight long years. FinLeigh has spent her entire life trying to be perfect. The perfect Christian, the perfect daughter, the perfect fiancée. Courting Everett Bishop, the golden boy from one of the founding families should feel right. Everyone says it is. But every kiss leaves her cold, every touch makes her flinch, and every whispered prayer begging God to make her "normal" goes unanswered. Because the only time she's ever felt anything real- was with Clementine.

SCARLETT Rule number one, never fall in love with your stepsister, rule number two, definitely and I mean definitely never fall in love with your stepsister who is a diagnosed psychopath. Thankfully I will be able to keep those rules easily since I never loathed anyone more than I loathe Sloane Blackwell. What she did I can never forgive and never forget. SLOANE Obsession is such an interesting feeling, you just get hooked and can't stop fixating on your prey. Too bad for Scarlett Beaumont the prey in question is her. She hates me oh so beautifully too, I know she'll never forgive me, good thing I don't need her to. She will be mine either way, I won't stop until she is, and her hate? That just keeps me warm at night. Let the games begin, shall we?

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

Miguel Hernandez has known a few things well: the cushion of an older brother rising to stardom, basketball and sex. His reputation's whispered from the luxury corners of the Upper East Side, spanning over New York City. Debauchery's come to be his middle name. Girls are rarely pictured leaving his side. A comfortable, familiar routine that he doesn't stray from, nor does anyone expect him to. Until her. Eyes that harbour secrets, a tongue sharp enough to cut, passions she's given up and a darkness bearing on her shoulders, Malibu Adams knows nothing but survival. Unapologetic about the trail of messes she leaves behind or the anger festering within her that will only set her on one ruinous path, love had never been on her radar. Nobody knows her enough to understand her nor the pain seeping from wounds she disregards. Until he becomes desperate to. She breaks everything she touches, they say - he isn't afraid to bleed.

Lilith Hawthorne is a 20 year old psychology student with a complicated heart and more issues than she likes to admit. She feels too much, thinks too hard, and often drowns in the weight of her own empathy. She's curious, emotionally intense, and carries unresolved wounds especially the kind only a mother can leave behind. Valentina Salvatore is a 30 year old CEO. She works hard to build her career and keep things running smoothly. At the same time, she loves deeply but carefully, making sure her feelings go to the right person. She has learned to protect her heart and waits for someone who matches the way she feels. Where Lilith is full of feelings and unpredictability, Valentina has her life sorted out. They come from different worlds and have different ways of living, but what if that's exactly why they fit?

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Kali always thought she knew exactly where her life was headed. A dependable boyfriend, a predictable future, and the quiet belief that love was meant to be safe, steady, and simple. Then Avery walked into her world. From the moment their eyes met on Kali's first day at work, something shifted. What began as easy, instant friendship became a bond neither of them could ignore. For two years, the connection between them simmered beneath the surface, sparking in every moment they shared. But the day Kali got engaged was the day everything changed. Now, with promises made and feelings buried, Kali must confront the truth she's tried so hard to outrun. Some loves don't fit the plan...they rewrite it.

This story is set immediately after Lizzie and Hugh's painful breakup, and follows Lizzie as she struggle with the aftermath of her mistakes and the damage she's done to their relationship. She knows Hugh deserves better-someone "normal," someone whole-while she's trapped in her own darkness, fighting to be the best she can be but still broken inside. Hugh is trying to protect his peace, but Lizzie wonders how long she can keep herself Away from her sun just to stop her shadows from pulling him under. How long before her past consumes them both?, Lizzie grapples with her bipolar disorder, her trauma, mistakes and the added weight of breaking Hugh's heart. My TikTok: _kmsedits_ (I have some edits on there 😊)

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.