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Edited version of "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know"

"I never knew you would be so... wild." Hriday raised an eyebrow. "Wild?" "Yeah," she said, smiling a little. "The kiss... it was sweet. Like you, sweetheart." Her words made him smirk. "And mine?" he asked, leaning a little closer. "Did you like it?" Gauri pretended to think, tapping her chin lightly. "It was... okay." Hriday stared at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. Mischief. He could see it clearly on her face. "Oh, really?" he said slowly. She nodded, trying to hide her smile. "Okay." He leaned closer, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm. "Then we have all night to make it perfect... don't we, sweetheart?" Her breath caught again. "You do know..." he added, a faint grin forming, "how much of a perfectionist your husband is." Gauri looked at him, her heart racing-but this time, she didn't look away. Because somewhere between the fear... and the uncertainty... She had started to trust him. And maybe... Just maybe... To fall for him too. He was a man of sharp intellect, a mind filled with strategy, control, and quiet danger. A man who could read people like open books... yet kept his own emotions locked away. Cunning. Precise. Unpredictable. And she- She was his complete opposite. Soft. Innocent. Unaware of the depth of the world she had stepped into. A heart that trusted too easily. A soul that loved without calculation. He was a devil in disguise. She was an angel without defense. And now- Fate had brought them together. Bound them in a relationship neither had chosen... But neither could ignore. What happens when a devil falls for an angel? Will she fall too? Or will she try to fly away before his darkness consumes her? To find out... You'll have to read their story. Available on Scrollstack.

Their ancestors hid the family magic so well they forgot it existed. Eight grandchildren. Two sets of quadruplets. Romani blood. A grandmother who sings songs she was told never to sing to children. Something is waking up. Updates weekly - every Monday.

!!! DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY IS A FIRST DRAFT !!! AIITBS is a story inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, starting in Boston Massachusetts in the year 1934. It starrs young scholar and occultist Nathaniel Butler, of the obscenely wealthy Butler family, who's dealings in magic and alchemy force him into misadventures of the certainly eldritch variety. This story is quite a ways from being finished but I already have an ending in mind, so I am confident that it will be in time. Please be patient and I hope you have fun while reading! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Yours truly, Creaturefromtheattic

"I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me?" says Arjun "I'm not doing anything, Arjun," she hissed. "It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me." In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Updated twice a week!

Starting college was supposed to be simple. Classes, late nights, gaming breaks - and learning how to share a room with someone he barely knows. But as the semester settles in, Alex starts noticing the small things about his new roommate that linger longer than they should. Balancing school, friendships, and shared space becomes more complicated when emotions don't come with clear explanations.

Haymitch Abernathy fic ----- Sunrise on the reaping Maren Rosewood was never supposed to belong to the Districts, especially not 12. Raised in the Capitol's light and torn into the dark when her father's betrayal destroyed everything she knew, she arrives in the poorest district with something most tributes don't have... training, pride, and a refusal to be reduced. Haymitch Abernathy is the opposite of everything she represents. Born into 12, sharp edged and quietly observant, he knows the Games are not about strength alone, but survival, strategy and sacrifice. When the Reaping forces them onto the same stage, something unexpected begins to form between them, understanding first, then trust, and something far more dangerous neither of them name. But the Hunger Games don't care about connections. They only care about who is left standing. And in the end, only one of them will survive. update every fridaayyyy

During a chance encounter with the a malevolent deity, a group of trick or treaters who are scared and left within an unfamiliar world; must adventure throughout the city streets in order to defeat Samhain, the God of Halloween. This short Novella-style 12 Chapter Adventure is Book One out of Two, so look forward to more when the sequel arrives; but for now chapters will be released weekly on Fridays!

I'll be posting weekly quotes to motivate you through the week :) Hope you like them. And please don't forget to vote and comment =] Cover by the amazingly talented @LittleVee ❤️

In a land of shifting sand dunes and winds that never seem to settle, a solitary boy lives on the edge of something far larger than himself. Isolated among the endless desert and the strange, half-wild growth of trees that twist through the dunes, he survives by instinct rather than comfort-watching, waiting, and learning to exist in a world that feels quietly wrong. Everything changes when he becomes aware of something watching back. Deep within the warped landscape, a shadowy presence begins to reveal itself-barely visible, yet undeniably real. It clings to the shadows around him like a thought he can't escape, its glowing green eyes piercing through the stillness. It does not speak. It does not move like anything living should. But it is there... and it is aware of him. As the boy struggles to understand whether this entity is a threat, a guide, or something far more dangerous, distant echoes of another world begin to surface-whispers of a place ruled by fear, where a girl named Nell is bound to forces beyond her control and a figure known only as the Lord tightens his grip through his guards. Unseen connections begin to form between the boy in the dunes and a fate he does not yet understand. And in a world where even silence feels alive, being seen may be the most dangerous thing of all.

Aaron Warner x OC What if Juliette died in the asylum before she was released? Aaron Warner Anderson, the chief commander regent of sector 45 was not known for weakness. Lyra Roberts, an eager young apprentice to the powerful Paris Anderson, may be his Achilles' heel. When secrets are revealed and schemes are planned, Aaron and Lyra will learn where their loyalties lie, as well as the lengths one will go to, in order to protect who they love. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE QUEEN TAHEREH MAFI, EXCEPT ONE'S THAT I HAVE CREATED. The cover is not mine, I found it on pinterest. All credit for the front cover goes to the original artist.

Zara Reed has been hopelessly in love with Nathaniel since the moment she hit him on his motorcycle. But getting his attention is proving impossible. Enter Liam-Nathaniel's charming best friend-who's been pining after Zara's fiercely independent older sister, Maria. When Liam suggests a secret alliance, Zara sees her chance: she'll help him win Maria's heart if he helps her get close to Nathaniel. What begins as a simple favor quickly turns into a tangled web of stolen glances and unexpected feelings. Nathaniel barely seems to notice her... until he does. Liam might be the perfect wingman-or the one person who could ruin everything. In this sweet, swoon-worthy YA romance full of meet-cutes, sisterly drama, and star-crossed tension, love isn't just complicated... It's a game where the rules keep changing. Will Zara's plan bring her closer to the boy of her dreams, or will it cost her everything? Perfect for fans of accidental love stories, sibling matchmaking, and slow-burn tension. #1 reallove March 27th, 2026! #1 YARomance April 26th, 2026 #2 in weekly updates, March 31st, 2026! #3 in Meetcute March 24th, 2026! #7 Starcrossed April 10, 2026 #13 Sisters April 25th, 2026

In a vast library of thought, where every word and book ever written or spoken is held. Every action or inaction filed not as evidence of its consequences, though they too are logged, but in perpetual evidence that creation did live on. Somewhere deep within that library at its centre, you would find a single table, boring in fashion but of sturdy construction with a high backed chair resting beside it. On the wooden surface of the table, lay a typewriter, a pencil for notation and a single unused eraser. The words being typed by some unseen librarian are thus ... --------------------------------------------------------‐------------- Writers note's , this is a work in progress inspired loosely on a painting "Archeological Reminiscence Millet's Angelus" by Salvador Dalí More chapters to come ..... This is the current piece I'm working on. All others are on pause for now .... however the first four chapters of this new (hopefully) full length fantasy anthology. I aim to finish chapter 2 "the one in the shadow" by the end of the week , and that chapter will span over "Jannis's" entire life . (There will of course be time slips , check out the first 2 echos of jannis in chapter 2 , OUT NOW!!!!)

Long before Bheem drew his first breath, the land that would become Dholakpur held its own. Before his fists spoke, swords clashed. Before our beloved, temperate King Indraverma, there was Suryaverma - a young king determined to carve his name into history and leave a legacy for generations yet to come. Before Bheem and his friends could rise, there was a tale buried beneath silence. This is that story - the one that came first. The one no one ever told

A girl named Amelia moves to Manhattan in an attempt to leave her past behind. However, things take a turn for the worse when she realizes she's in the same situation again. Eventually, she has to make a difficult decision between starting a normal life with her family and Ethan, or ensuring everyone's safety.

She was never supposed to be found. But they found her anyway. Three brothers who don't let go. One fiancé who won't let her run. The deeper she's pulled in, the tighter the thorns become. And the most dangerous part? She's starting to want it.

Beck, a beautiful and privileged young woman, reflects on her past with a mix of self-awareness, entitlement, and vulnerability. She's always known how to play roles-whether it's the dutiful daughter, the high school queen bee, or the object of desire for classmates and admirers. Her beauty has always been her currency, and she's wielded it to secure attention, favors, and even academic support. In college, though, Beck meets her match in Jackson-a brilliant, awkward, and socially unaware freshman who doesn't fall at her feet like the others. He's kind, intelligent, and emotionally sincere, which both intrigues and confuses her. Used to being worshipped, Beck finds herself thrown off by Jackson's emotional intelligence, his refusal to be manipulated, and the way he sees through her confident facade. Their connection unfolds with complexity. Beck is initially drawn to Jackson because of the intrigue surrounding his rumored sexual prowess (shared between girls in her social circle). What she finds instead is something much deeper-someone who treats her like a human being rather than an icon. Jackson isn't the typical college guy; he's nerdy, direct, and wildly intelligent, often using metaphors and logic to explain everything from accounting to emotional dynamics. Their budding romance is filled with awkward starts, miscommunications, and moments of surprising emotional intimacy. Beck, for the first time, begins to experience love and connection not based on status or seduction, but on respect and vulnerability. As she drops her performative layers, she discovers what it means to be truly seen. ------ Ebook will released in June 30th in this year and a physical copy will coming soon.

MEMENTO ​"No memory is greater than today." ​In the United Reign of America, the past is a luxury no one can afford. Every six months, the Sovereign activates The Clearing-a pulse that wipes the nation's slate clean. Families are forgotten, sins are erased, and the world begins again at zero. ​Dylan is a glitch in the machine. A "murderer" who remembers the face of the sister he lost and the blood on his hands. Trapped in the wasteland of the Oasis, he has nothing left but a titanium locket he can't remove and a burning need for vengeance. ​Lyra is the Sovereign's golden child. The Governor's daughter. A girl living in a glass cage of silk and lies. She is the face of the "perfect" future, until a phantom pain in her leg and a stranger's face in her mirror change everything. ​Bound by a neural link they never asked for, Dylan and Lyra can feel each other's screams, each other's heartbeats, and each other's secrets. As the clock ticks down to the 200th Clearing, the Governor unveils Project Gift-a protocol that doesn't just erase the past, but rewrites it with a deadly lie. ​In a world where your own mind is a weapon used against you, how do you find the truth when you can't even trust your own memories? ​The clock is at 00:00. Do not forget. Book 1 in this fascinating trilogy New chapter every Saturday

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*ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ x ᴏᴄ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ--ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ* ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔸𝔼𝕋ℍ: (𝕟) 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 ᴊᴏɪɴ ʜᴏꜱʜɪ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ. **ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.** {ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴄ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ} ||ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ||