In a high school where popularity is cutthroat, two best friends - an inquisitive brainiac and a clumsy wannabe actor - team up with the school's most notorious troublemaker in the hopes of climbing up the social hierarchy to impress their popular crushes. ---------- - featured on the StoriesUndiscovered "Teenage Dreams" reading list - featured on the official TeenFiction profile "Funny Bones" reading list - 2020 Editors' Picks List - featured on Wattpad's #CelebrateBlackWriters reading list

Sanders Rush has a routine. His routine every morning before breakfast has been the same for two, going on three years: pray, take a shower, jog around the block, drop by the convenience store to buy almond milk, wake up Becks, and tell her he loves her. Sanders has a routine. But when Maxon Finlay, Becks's first and unrequited love for four years and counting, apparently, walks in with his swagger and ruins it, Sanders can't help but resent the guy. Sanders is suddenly fighting someone else for Becks's attention. He's never had to before. And he might be on the losing team, but his moms didn't raise a quitter.

Sometimes love can be simple, and sometimes our hearts can begin again. For Evie Porter, her new beginning came in the form of mysteriously handsome Miles Lively.

❝ beware of those who enter the forest. ❞ They are creatures that born from the sublime and haunt those who wrongs them. It was the written rule the Nascherein was built upon, but to Leon Kiesinger, it was much greater than the imperial soldiers could hold. Sheltered away from the war and its decaying matter, he finds himself unable to avoid death, his haunting dreams told him to follow it, to see where it would lead him to. But it comes with a price, something that calls for a ghost among trees. © arden reni 2017 ― Featured as 'Hot Off the Press' | 04.18.18 ― Wattys Longlist | 08.31.18

When Venus Wilson is found dead the day after her annual Halloween Bash, everyone assumes it was a tragic accident. Except it wasn't. And those who know there was foul play involved aren't enthusiastic about speaking up. + + + There were about forty people under the same roof as Venus Wilson the night she took her last breaths. Four people found her lifeless body, and all four ran in the opposite direction. The beginning of the end started for them when they failed to inform anyone about the body. Now, left alone with no one to talk to, the four must put the pieces together to determine the culprit, before their past deeds catch up to them. Despite desperate attempts at returning to normalcy, every night in the loneliest hours they find themselves asking the same question a mourning town does, What happened to Venus Wilson the night of her Halloween Bash? [EDITOR'S CHOICE 2020] *cover by @claraelisibeth*

There's only one thing Colin hates more than Sadie-- Seeing Sadie cry.

❝I think you're more of a goddamn female than I am, James.❞ | ❝Pfft, don't you know? The only thing straighter than me is my parking, Janice.❞ | Copyright © 2015 Sarena Akhter. All Rights Reserved.

For Eloise Park, the lines of glittering love and golden jupiter always seem to blurred. Maybe Jonah Kim can help find what's missing before it's too late.

Nora Blake repels ordinary. Adam Clarke is constructed entirely of ordinary. ● ● ● "I don't want to share you with the galaxy, Nora Blake," he says quietly, and all at once, all the stars inside my chest are being flung across the universe at full speed and for that particular moment, I am untethered. Unrooted. Flowing. Floating. Something. He doesn't have to, I think, instantly. I am vaguely aware of the fact that I am a kind of traitor: but there is no heavy stone of betrayal in my chest. The galaxy will wait. It will wait until this beautiful boy flings my fragile heart across the universe at full-speed, but right now, I'm so full of it that I don't even care. Look at that. Nora Blake gives up the galaxy. I look at him, then, and there's so much color oozing out of his perfect, jagged cracks that I feel like I'm in one of Nadia's Leonid Afremov paintings and there's a supernova in my chest. "You don't have to," I tell him, so quietly that I don't think he hears. His delicate rose-pink mouth is curved into a kind of frown and his baby-blue gray-flecked gaze is lost somewhere far, far away from the devoid town of Enfield. I recognize that much, and I wonder momentarily if he has his own galaxy somewhere. I don't want to share him either, I think.

Didn't you know? Destructive youths with killer tendencies and magic in their veins are the best kind. book i, first draft © 2019, arkhaic