Published under Pop Fiction/Summit Media. She's rich, he's not. She's the student body president, he's struggling to pass math. She's the queen bee, he's the loner in school. Celeste Graham is on the top of the high school food chain. Students look up to her, but some just plainly feel intimidated. Being popular isn't exactly the greener side of the meadow, but just one night of getting locked into the school with a "nobody" made Celeste feel normal and genuinely happy. Both of them bring a hidden side to each other. They might disagree most of the time, but that was a little price to pay for falling for their polar opposite.

Oliver cannot erase time. All he could do was walk aimless strolls around the island of skyscrapers he calls home with a wrestling match with guilt in his head, all detailed in the name of hindsight. Midnight struck and Oliver still has no love story to tell, but he's got a heartbreaker's part of the story with him. Escape was all he wanted but what if his past feelings catches him first? A SEQUEL TO HE LOVES YOU NOT (HEARTBREAKER'S POV) but it is not necessary to read the 1st book (He Loves You Not)

cover made by the fabulous @dandielions "An invention of pure terror, the Ferris Wheel is." "But, the view is so beautiful, seeing everything from up high.." "Don't even mention the extreme heights, or I will puke." "What if I help you get over your fear?" "If you can do that, you must be a really powerful being or a stupid idiot."

"In which a young Earnest Watts drives strangers around New York, only to find that a beautiful Madelyn Moore becomes less of one." Earnest Watts has decided that there are only ten types of people in the world - that is, until the day he meets the exception. After dropping out of his sophomore year of college, Earnest becomes a taxi driver in an attempt to figure out his life's direction. There he encounters a variety of colorful personalities, all of whom prove his theory correct. However, when he unexpectedly meets rising Broadway starlet Madelyn Moore, Earnest begins to question everything he knows - especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Ranked 127 in General Fiction - 6/27/16 Second Place in @breakthecliches Metaphor Heavy Category - 8/19/2016 Full novella available for purchase on Amazon Aug 1st, 2022. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.

Seth's Place: serving dessert, coffee & hugs around the clock. ++++ He cautiously lowers himself down in the seat next to me. I use the sleeves of my sweater to violently rub the tears out of my eyes. If only they'd just stop. My breaths are ragged and I choke on my own words. "I-I I don't need a-anything, t-t thanks." My face is wet and my vision is blurry, but the look on the stranger's face tells me that he isn't going anywhere. "I'm sorry, miss." His voice is calm and soothing, as if he deals with situations like these all the time. "But it's only my first day, and it's my job to make sure that all my customers are happy and satisfied when they leave." I laugh humorlessly. "A-as if food could m-make me f-feel any b-better." I raise both hands to my face, a failed attempt at trying to cover up my hideous state. "Perhaps not," he admits. He counts on his fingers, ticking off one. "So maybe food isn't such a good idea. But how do we feel about coffee?" I finally make eye contact with him, and I can tell that he's genuinely trying to make me feel better. He's not just doing his job. I take a deep, shaky breath. "No, I don't think coffee is going to help me e-either." The stranger frowns slightly, and his brown hair falls in front of his face. "Okay, no coffee either." He ticks off another finger, leaving only one left sticking out. "So as it stands, you've said no to both desserts and coffee, which leads to the only other thing we serve." I blink back tears. "And what's that?" After everything that's happened today, I'm actually quite surprised at how well I'm doing, considering the circumstances. "Do you need a hug?" And that's all it takes for me to fall apart. ++++ In which Seth Wright spends the night trying to piece together Harper Quinn's broken heart. (cover by @SurroundedByThorns)

"You know what stood out to me when I first met you?" He asked me. I shook my head. "Most people who walk in here, I can guess where they'll go. Which genre, I mean. But you, you surprised me." "Why?" I asked. "Because you." He said. "You walked in here with a Fall Out Boy shirt on, and went straight for the classical section."

Because what's a girl supposed to do when the nation's youngest millionaire stumbles into the same elevator as you, his face lined with bruises and tears? Certainly not take him in for the night.

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect." -Anaïs Nin You know that feeling when you open a book and you read the story written in it? It feels like you've been transported to another world, a place so wonderful and liberating. Well, it's my job to make you experience that to the expense of my own life tales. Those jokes that you were laughing about as you read them? He whispered those to me in the middle of class. That bashful expression that the main character had? It was a reflection of what he looked like when he asked me out. That somewhat cheesy narration of what their kiss felt like? It was the same way I felt when he first pressed his lips against mine. If only I can do it again. If only I can fall in love with writing again. If only I can fall in love again. [This is a spin-off of Hollywood's Princess. You do not read that story to understand this]