❝whenever i see you, my heart bursts.❞ ❝and whenever i see you, my heart aches.❞ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ where fawn knox endures eighty days of heartache, only to fall in love. ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ BLURB INSIDE ORIGINAL IDEAS ANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THIS BOOK & OTHERS ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. ©2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ [please bare in mind this is my first draft for this novel. many chapters will be given 'face-lifts,' as i call them, but the skeleton of the novel will always remain the same.]

❝your heart is like a volleyball. it's about to get spiked.❞ 　　　　　　▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ in which edith olsen finds herself falling in love with her school's volleyball captain & best player; will smitt. 　　　　　　▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ BLURB INSIDE. ORIGINAL IDEAS. ANY SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THIS BOOK & OTHERS ARE PURELY COINCIDENTAL. ©2020 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

On the highest peak of Mount Olympus where the sky touches the earth and the clouds hover over their heads like halos. They bleed nothing but ichor. With pomegranate-stained fingertips and ambrosia pursed lips, out of pure boredom, the five greek gods pondered on a means to pass the time. What will satiate their blood-thirsty lust? The answers lies behind a diabolical game of depravity and corruption. all rights reserved ©wreckeds

"GOD SAVE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN HER WAY." Even the painters couldn't capture the kind of darkness with which she made an empire bow. • winner of thefaefolk's book of the month • © sianna okaat 2017 • 284 in fantasy • 5 in #tarot •

modernity quivers in the shadows of antiquity's gods • © sianna okaat 2017 • p744-130917

Welcome to West Mines,Vermont. A hauntingly beautiful town of cobblestone pavements and museums exhibiting ancient relics.The rich reside yet the poor hides. The town is known for many things; prestige and its timeless beauty yet the last thing the citizens ever expected was the cold brutal murder of the son of an important influential family. Who did it? Who could have done something so vile and so sinister? The answers create a trail that leads up to none other than a tightly knit group of pretentious classic literature enthusiasts and scholars who favor each other's company to anyone else's, shutting themselves off from the rest of the world. However, new members joined the midst, expanding their circle of troubled, wild souls. No one is who they seem. The secrets that everyone holds have sharp edges. The past never stays buried. Trust is nothing but a myth. The thing is about the past, it always surges back with a sweet vengeance. all rights reserved ©wreckeds

❝The Beautiful are just virtuous petals yearning to be ruin as the Damned are just shriveled petals desiring to be whole once more. ❞ In which I give you a glimpse of 10 lives who either experience love, loss, and death. • • • • Extended synopsis inside Started: 12/25/17 H.R.#031 Short Story | Romance | Teen Fiction Copyright ©damnedful

A pair of earrings. A pretty dress. A single question. That is how it starts. I remember the start as clearly as I do the end, with absolute and undying certainty that it's almost cloying to think about. I remember where I begin, and I remember where I fall apart - but everything in-between, the climax and the turning point, the hues that seep in and then bleed out, the essence of my undoing, all of that is hazy. It comes and goes in piecemeals and startling epiphanies, in hearsays and frozen snapshots of time. It exists as momentary lapses of memory - a flash of white light, the burn of alcohol, a mop of dark hair. It pieces together gradually with every small detail, and then crumbles at the revelation of more information. The truth about me is something that everyone seems to know, something that everyone seems to have an opinion on - whether it's a junior from school, or a bespectacled, beer-bellied journalist - everyone knows something. Every time I click an article or open Twitter, I see the vast and varying versions of how I came to end; some laughable and dimensionless, some nauseating and horrendous, but all of them heartbreaking. Everyone knows the quintessence of my destruction, except for myself. But if there is one thing I know, it is this.

"You bought me for a night, you don't own me." "Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?" Silk Sheets -a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else- NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT TO BE CREEPY TOWARDS BTS ITS FACE CLAIMS p.j.m. Sugar Daddy a.u. by @callmebyyourname97 The story is actually only 49 parts the rest is extra chapters, updates Cover by @TheChristianChimChim Highest rankings: #1 bangtan #7 fan fiction #11 Park Jimin

A full guide on being aesthetic cause I don't have a life! This is also kind of a life-guide at the same time so yeah. open to suggestions!