[PUBLISHED UNDER POP FICTION, AN IMPRINT OF SUMMIT MEDIA] One competition, one man, twenty-five women, and a bet. Zachary Astor wanted to be the Bachelor for one purpose alone: to prove to his friends that he can ditch twenty-five women without ever looking back at any of them. But will he stand on to his words when he meets Julianne Grey, the only woman who seems to regret being in the competition? Despite what he thinks, Zachary will find his thoughts preoccupied by the weird, silent, and mysterious girl he keeps on giving a rose much to his own amazement and her disappointment.

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]]

She was born in the midst of a storm and cries of another newborn. She was as swift as the wind of a hurricane. She was as fierce as the lightning of the storm. Her once golden irises turned grey as her white sclera turned black, her position evident. Her voice BOOMED as the thunder came, causing everyone else to kneel. Her laughter brightened everyone else's day. But her disappearance caused everyone's smile to falter. She was taken in the middle of a sunny day, as opposed to the weather when she was born. Her day started with a mischievous grin, it ended with a cry for help. But that did not stop her from running. That did not stop her from fighting. She was the Heir, and no one can stop her from being who she was from the very start. ••• A/N: IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A STORY WITH GOOD WRITING SKILLS, THEN THIS IS NOT FOR YOU. I wrote this story a few years ago and over time, I've been sloppy. I haven't been writing properly because from time to time I've been losing interest in it and there are only a few times that I'm motivated to write, which is when I'm greatly pressured by my readers. There are times that I'm grateful for them because my confidence suddenly appears. I suck at ending things but I do love creating stories. Maybe, I'll be able to finish this someday but for now, it will contain extremely slow updates and it will need extensive editing in the future. Highest Rankings: #1 Blood Moon - 08/10/18 #1 Midnight - 08/18/18 #10 Supernatural - 09/05/18 Shocking Rankings: #35 Werewolf Hot List - 06/17/2019 #55 Supernatural Hot List - 06/22/2019 #6 Pack Hot List - 06/24/2019 #96 Fantasy - 08/25/18 #27 Queen - 08/25/18 #44 Wolf - 08/25/18 #121 Mate - 08/25/18 Book cover: Would you believe me if I told you "I made it"?