Naele was never meant to survive. Ever since she was young, she has ignored the will of the gods. Not by choice, but because no priest can decipher the life path marked on her skin. Yet they all agree on one thing: ignoring it means certain death. Naele isn't planning on dying anytime soon, though. She's far too busy for that. Running a medicine shop in a bustling town is hard work. But when death marks start appearing on the skin of the villagers, it becomes clear fate is catching up with her. 🗡️𝗔 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀. 🗓️ 𝗔 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆.

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.

Hope is all we have left. No one knows how to help, where help is, or if they will ever get help. Some ask a mighty being above to help. Someone who probably doesn't exist. But it gives us hope and the courage to keep moving forward. Four months. That is how long Harlow has survived the rotting remnants of the world alone. Four months of carrying the crushing guilt of a best friend's ultimate sacrifice. Survival is a lonely, brutal routine-until the day the infected corner Harlow, and a scruffy stranger named Ed intervenes. Ed is an older man with a hollow look in his eyes, haunted by the recent loss of his own family. In an apocalypse where the living are far more dangerous than the dead, a fragile alliance forms. Trapped together against the horde, both must face the deadliest question of all: In a world gone mad, can you truly trust a stranger with your life?

Genevieve Aldridge has it all-money, looks, popularity, and the kind of rebellious charm that makes her the queen of the high school scene. Her life is perfect-or that's what they thought. She's bold, impulsive, and always chasing the next thrill. And when boredom hits, nothing's off-limits-not even a reckless little bet. Ethan Carter is everything she's not. Quiet. Brilliant. Mysterious. The kind of guy who keeps his head down, his grades high, and his heart locked up tight. While others are partying, he's planning his future-far away from high school drama and girls like Genevieve. So when she makes a bet to get the school's most untouchable nerd to fall for her, it's just another game... at first. But the more time she spends around Ethan-the more she sees beyond the books and sarcasm-the harder it becomes to remember where the act ends and something real begins. He wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to feel anything. And love? That was never part of the plan. But some games have unexpected endings, right? ⸻ Just a heads-up: English isn't my first language, so there might be a few small mistakes here and there. Still, I hope you enjoy the story-and feel free to let me know if anything sounds off!

🏆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.