ꗃ 𝐞. 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟎/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟑/𝟎𝟖/𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 !𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

☆ AVAILABLE FROM AMAZON ☆ ↳ DETAILS ON MY AUTHOR'S WEBSITE [ 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖 ] ❝ Some pasts are better left buried. ❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ The only thing that lazy liberal arts graduate Maya García can find any purpose in, is video games and her part time position at the Mexican Society of Archaeology. Since she was born, she has had the strange ability to sense buried things. Cursed to, she would say. From lost keys buried by overexcited dogs to dinosaur bones from the Jurassic period, Maya can find anything, anytime. An abrupt invitation to a potential site near Aztec ruins then pulls Maya to Isla Cozumel, just off of the coast of the mainland. But there's something off about the eerie vegetation and crumbled temples. Something sinister, festering and impatient. The ancient warning texts are enough to unnerve her. Worse, the jade snake that haunts her dreams has begun to leak into the real world. For the first time, Maya has found something that she shouldn't have. [ WORD COUNT : ~ 21 000 ] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ Where mysterious magic waits for a curse to awaken, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 meets 𝘛𝘰𝘮𝘣 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳. ____________________________________ Copyright © 2020 Stacey Willis, Ear to the Serpent. This is the beta version, and not the final book. ____________________________________ • Cover ; by sarabatdesigns

☆☆ Watty Award Winner 2020 ☆☆ Cooper Daniels lives next door to a psychopath. He just can't prove it...yet. When the most popular girl in high school is murdered at a Halloween party, Cooper's suspicions become a reality. He knows exactly who did it. But how is he supposed to prove his charming neighbor is a killer? Meanwhile, Calla Parker is waking up with blood under her nails, and she has no idea why. Unable to remember the night before, Calla begins to suspect herself of murder. She's relieved to find out the police have zero evidence to go on. Yet she can't help but shake the feeling she's being watched - very closely. And she knows why. Cooper Daniels knows her secret. ☆ Cover by @CarKann ☆

In a world of black and white, seeing colour is achieved only through physical contact with your soulmate. A pendant acquired at birth has the first words said to you by your soulmate. That's how the world works. Amber Paisley doesn't care for any of this. That is, until she bumps into someone on the street, and colour blooms before her eyes. It's breathtaking, and being without it - it hurts. She is amazed, until she sees who it is that the world tells her is her soulmate. She'd have anyone else, anyone. Just not him. ------------------------------------------------------ #1 in colour #1 in color #1 in prompt #5 in fiction *Contains infrequent mild language* EARLY WORK AND NOT YET EDITED (please excuse any mistakes / a lot of cringe but do still read if you wish!) Cover by @IndigoBunting

η. olive juice [ol-iv-joos] a term commonly mistaken for the words "i love you" when silently mouthed to another * * * Four people. Two boys. Two Girls. One year. A Companionship. In a society where prejudice and exclusion are the roots of all evil, Olive rotates through groups of four called Companionships every year. Befriending the randomly assigned Companions in your group is expected. Befriending anyone else, the Outsiders, is punishable by death. But, when Olive meets a boy outside of her Companionship, she starts to realize everyone should have a choice.

Leaving behind everything she's ever known, Emilee enters a world of high glamour and even higher stakes. The new freedom that comes with being a part of the Famoux is intoxicating, but behind the perfect image lies an ugly truth - being popular is a matter of life or death. ***** Out of the wreckage of environmental collapse, the country of Delicatum emerged. Its most popular celebrities are the Famoux, uniquely beautiful stars of a reality TV show called the Fishbowl. In a world still recovering from catastrophe, they provide a 24/7 distraction. Sixteen-year-old Emilee Laurence is obsessed with the Famoux - they provide a refuge from her troubled home life and the bullies at school. When she receives an unimaginable offer to become a member herself, she takes it. But soon she realizes that fame can be deadly... Content and trigger warning: This story depicts mental health issues and contains scenes of violence. [[word count: 350,000-400,000 words]]

Tuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own burdens to bear) that she begins to learn how to navigate the tumultuous waters of college, friendship and love once more. ★ WATTYS 2019 WINNER: Young Adult ★ ★ 3 TIMES FEATURED: Homepage banner & Wattpad Picks, Editors' Choice x2 ★ ★ 1ST PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Constellation Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE GEN FICTION: The Rising Star Awards 2018 ★ ★ 2ND PLACE TEEN FICTION: The Annual Medley Awards 2018 ★

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

A collection of Samuel Morgan (young Sam Drake) one shots Warning: Swearing, smut and more can be involved in some of the stories

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]