In the late nineties asexuality is all but ignored as an orientation. Jess doesn't understand her complex array of emotions or why she finds it so hard to relate to her fellow classmates. Catholic high schools and churches simply don't address the issue, and the internet is still nascent. Jess can't tell anyone the truth. Not even her best friend Care. Instead, she hides behind the guise of faith. Behind a mask of celibacy. Until she meets Eric, that is. He lets slip that he's asexual, and Jess wants to learn more. --- Watty Winner 2021 for best cover, best YA, and the Wattpad Books prize! --- Status: completed and unedited Rating: PG-15 for moderate language and frank discussions about sexuality Genre: teen fiction romance featuring two heteroromantic ace characters --- Cover designed using Canva Pro August 2020 --- Please note: This work is a teen fiction novelization of my multimedia novella "Mask of Celibacy".

A Wattpad exclusive backstory behind The Boy, in theaters January 22nd.

After being abducted by a sadistic sociopath, Reign O'Connor devises a plan to make her captor's son fall in love with her in order to aid in her escape. Nineteen-year-old Reign O'Connor has begun to rebuild her life after her mother's death-thriving as a dedicated student at the San Francisco Art Institute, shining on stage in theatre productions, and basking in the warmth of her adoring boyfriend. But when she steps out of her dorm one innocent Sunday morning, she has no idea fate is about to upend everything she knows. Reign is abducted by Dane Donavon, a sadistic collector of young women he calls his "dolls." Imprisoned in Dane's basement-forced to endure isolation in individual, chained rooms-Reign becomes one of many victims under his cruel control. Dane's twenty-year-old son, Avery, acts as both caretaker and captive; while Avery's chains are psychological, he remains powerless under his father's authority. Gentle by nature, Avery seeks to comfort the imprisoned girls, quietly insisting he is nothing like Dane. Reign, determined to survive, sees Avery's vulnerability as her only hope and crafts a daring plan: make Avery fall in love with her and secure her escape. But as their bond grows, Reign must face the reality that darkness runs deeper than she ever imagined-and that the line between savior and captor may be more blurred than she's willing to believe.

Inspired by true events || Brandon and Lyla are just a normal couple. They love date nights. Whether its going out to get something to eat, going to see a new movie, or spending the evening at the warehouse, slaughtering their newest guest. The normal romantic things. Brandon has always had an obsession with death and murderers, Lyla is just in love and finds herself getting caught up in the massacring.

Things seemed to be getting better when Giselle, an outcast in Ashmoure High, finally found herself a friend -- a girl who saved her from her bullies. Except that wasn't the case. Unexplainable murders were occuring in the school she was in-Ashmoure High. Nightmares started to haunt her in her sleep. But then they came even when she was awake. What will you do when your nightmares didn't just stay as nightmares? "Don't act like you forgot about everything." A voice whispered in the dark. "Because I haven't." ══════ • ══════ Highest ranking: #104 in Horror

Maya and Dominic are a young, happily-married couple. With successful careers, and a beautiful house in an upscale community, they seem to be living the dream. Funny thing about dreams, though -- they have this way of ending abruptly...just when everything seems perfect. Cover art by @SparKling_DeWs

Aria, a culinary student with anxiety issues, becomes a crew member of Cotton Candy Kids, a band she idolizes. While the struggles of budding fame are in full effect, the last thing the band needs is tabloids ruining the image they worked so hard to produce. Stuck around an overly charismatic male lead, a secretly sad singer, a fiery bassist, and a recluse drummer, Aria feels the pressures of tour. Alison, a singer with a secret, ends up in trouble as she disguises herself into a "normal" girl named Alex. Dancing between two faces can put her at risk, in both personal life and in the eye of the public. As soon as she meets a boy, an aspiring photographer named Nick, life gets a bit more complicated.

Sometimes the first step is realizing that some things just aren't that easy.

Nora Blake repels ordinary. Adam Clarke is constructed entirely of ordinary. ● ● ● "I don't want to share you with the galaxy, Nora Blake," he says quietly, and all at once, all the stars inside my chest are being flung across the universe at full speed and for that particular moment, I am untethered. Unrooted. Flowing. Floating. Something. He doesn't have to, I think, instantly. I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am a kind of traitor: but there is no heavy stone of betrayal in my chest. The galaxy will wait. It will wait until this beautiful boy flings my fragile heart across the universe at full-speed, but right now, I'm so full of it that I don't even care. Look at that. Nora Blake gives up the galaxy. I look at him, then, and there's so much color oozing out of his perfect, jagged cracks that I feel like I'm in one of Nadia's Leonid Afremov paintings and there's a supernova in my chest. "You don't have to," I tell him, so quietly that I don't think he hears. His delicate rose-pink mouth is curved into a kind of frown and his baby-blue gray-flecked gaze is lost somewhere far, far away from the devoid town of Enfield. I recognize that much, and I wonder momentarily if he has his own galaxy somewhere. I don't want to share him either, I think.

"Now you owe him an apology," I said seriously as my eyes scanned the room for Brent. Unfortunately, he was nowhere in sight. I was starting to feel uncomfortable from Evan's hold on me, too. "Remind me to thank that rabid monkey some time," he murmured into my hair. I could feel him smiling. I frowned. "Brent is not a rabid monkey!" "Yeah, whatever. I think a banana would do," he whispered, nuzzling my neck in an attempt to distract me. I elbowed him in the stomach, trying to break free from his hold. "Ow! What the hell? I want to sleep. Plus, a deal is a deal," he said lazily. I looked up at his face, almost straining my neck in the process. "I'm hungry." "You're lying, you just had lunch," he said in a bored tone. "No," I huffed, trying to push him away. He didn't budge. I continued to stare in an attempt to annoy him. Suddenly, his lips tugged up into a mischievous smirk and his eyes lit up. "How about some ice cream, monkey girl?" ~*~ #15 in Humor Copyright © Dark_Starlet. All Rights reserved.