She gave up Ethan so he could have his happy ending... now it's Oatley's turn to find hers.

She ruins everyone who loves her. He's the only one who doesn't care. A beautiful, toxic love story you'll hate yourself for falling into.

In 1930s Xingzhou, a cabaret singer and a rickshaw puller find each other's hearts in the unlikeliest of places. As their worlds collide under the city's glow, buried truths rise to the surface, ones that could shatter what they're building, or make it unshakeable.

(A fanfic for How Not To Die (Probably) by Jesse Chinedu. Suitable for people who haven't read it yet) Seventeen-year-old Caiden O'Malley has one rule: don't die. It's simple. It's efficient. It's... not really working. When he's not talking to himself trying to remember human interaction, he's trying desperately to avoid being torn to shreds by an infected horde out to eat his mind. He spends his free time dodging bloodthirsty zombies, questioning why his apocalypse outfit looks like "homeless raccoon chic," and discovering that deodorant is, apparently, extinct. He's doing fine, thanks. Which basically means: eating expired canned beans, sprinting from homicidal brain-eaters, and muttering to himself like a man one "bad day" away from adopting a pet rock. What more could a guy want from life? He's seventeen, alone, and not crying about it, thanks for asking. Look, the world's ending. He's just trying not to go with it.