** THIS STORY HAS MOVED** The full novel of Love Is is now available (as of 12/20/2020) on my profile and in the link of the first part! There are new chapters and 30k words of extra content to check out. Thank you so much for all the love and support! Find the new story here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/251887344-love-is-the-novel-new-release - After the loss of her mother, Emily Hutchinson is struggling to cope with her grief and keep her mother's legacy alive at Dana's Diner. Concerned about her wellbeing, diner regular and lumberjane Kit Acker opens an invitation to Emily to spend the holiday season with her. Together, they'll find what it means to make a house a home, overcome grief and enjoy the little things in life.

Once upon a time, a fairy stole the name of a little girl. Now, everyone thinks she's a boy - and she must quest to restore her name to its rightful place.

Juliet Caster had always dreamed of getting out of Pine Point, just like every other teenager from a small town. For a while, she was content with rebelling the normal way; dying her hair, listening to music too loud, quietly writing opinion pieces for the school newspaper. And then three things happened all at once: She was offered a chance to apply for the journalism internship she'd been vying after since she learned about true crime. Karina Moon moved to town, seemingly torn right out of Juliet's dreams, a cluster of black, screeching birds trailing in her wake. Two girls went missing, and were presumed dead, details mirroring a cold case from decades earlier. Suddenly, Pine Point didn't seem so boring.

He isn't being reserved on purpose. Questions just aren't something he trusts. Maybe she's not a cop trying to lock up another homeless kid or a suspicious clerk at a roadside gas station wondering why he's paying for Slim Jims in grubby singles, but she's still an adult, and he's still a transient and a teenager. Sixteen is the age where everyone suspects you of something. Though for him, big, brown, and ungroomed, it started much earlier. When she turns back to him, her eyes are tired. She can't be more than thirty-five, but her lips, her hands-they've seen more than what three decades should hold. "What you're running from isn't gonna stop. Someday you'll tire out, and Bryce, whatever's chasing you... won't." Bryce can't think of anything to say to that.