Hfn Stories

"Fake dating your family's bitter rival is hard. Doing it across eleven countries while trying not to actually fall for him? Pack a bag, because it's going to be a long summer..." Sterling & Cross Capital is officially celebrating its 20th anniversary. To mark the milestone of their biggest corporate deal yet, the company drops the ultimate reward: an all-expenses-paid, 11-country world tour for the entire team for the duration of the summer. Mabel Martinez is forced to pack her bags and tag along. Her parents are desperate to project the image of a flawless, picture-perfect family to the executives, hoping to secure a career-defining job position. But behind closed doors, they are anything but perfect. Enter the De La Cruz family. Cunning, cold, and calculated, they have been the Martinez family's bitter rivals for years-and Theodore De La Cruz's parents want that exact same job position. To make matters worse, Mabel's boyfriend abruptly dumps her right before the tour. His reason? He wants to 'live a little' before college, leaving her branded as too uptight and boring. Trapped on the same global itinerary with the infuriatingly protective Theodore-now a sharp, third-year college student-Mabel finds an unexpected ally. Together, they hatch a plan to post carefully staged, adventurous pictures on social media, pretending to date to drive her ex crazy and keep their competitive parents distracted. But as they fly from continent to continent, the boundaries of the deal begin to shatter. Lingering touches start feeling all too real. Late-night conversations shift into deeper, darker territory as social pressures and hidden family problems tighten around them. When the summer ends and the corporate battle reaches its boiling point, will they remember the real reason they started this game-or will their fake alliance turn into something they can no longer control?

(Book 1) Night is a city of many names. It's a home to some, refuge for others and a glittering cesspool where monsters and humans live side by side. Join the semi-functional NCPD Cryptid Unit as they fumble their way through supernatural crimes by night while producing Canada's best/worst TV show by day. When a woman is found murdered on a construction site, the NCPD teams up with a ghost to catch a monster before it kills again. But behind the cameras, the cast and crew butt heads when pranks go too far, and signals get crossed. Newly Edited with 'added' parts Come be a part of our disaster family and add Night Beats to your universe's shenanigans! https://nightbeatseu.ca/ Sign up for the monthly newsletter that includes author interviews, book reviews, beta samples, book themed recipes, and feline photos to brighten your day. Night Beats in every-verse! Part 1 in my Night Beats series! Content Warnings: Moderate, very occasional violence/gore and course language WC: 50,500

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short sequel to Forging Bonds: On a weekend getaway, Jonathan and Sock run into past personal problems that put a strain on their relationship. And hopefully draw them closer too.

"What is it about you?" He questioned in that rhetorical way. "Every time I see you, you become all I can think of. His eyes searched my wide gaze as I melted against him. Was he really talking about me? My heart gave a flutter of joy that he could feel something for me. "You..." the words stuck in my throat and I cursed myself for being such a dork whenever he was around. He chuckled again. "I'm going to kiss you." As impossible as it sounded, my eyes became wider and my breath came even faster. ***** My day started with a tag on some stupid little mermaid story. I hate that redheaded princess with every bone in my body and I'm not afraid to say it, Ariel. It's enough to have me want to call up a hurricane to put several humans out of my misery but I didn't. Funny things about stories that get told over and over again, people begin to believe them. If you met sweet Ariel you'll probably be fooled into thinking she was the best thing since sliced bread. But if you want to know the truth, here's my story, read it and if you want to continue being deluded then don't, doesn't matter to me. My name is Urselina and they call me the Seawitch. The Seawitch ruined the bond I should've had with my sweet princess and I'm going to make her pay. It's time the twin cities of Oceania got out from under her shadows. With a team of mages trained just for the purpose of killing her, I'm coming for her. I'm prince Eric of Atlantis and ding dong this witch is dead. For the rest of the story please visit https://www.patreon.com/tjkash "If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you're very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you."

"Since it looks like I'm fated to death, seems only fair to mess with it..." Before, Ashley Wolfe lived in a cave, loved by her parents. Cared, protected, and nurtured. However, when they died years ago, things slowly started to crumble. Ashley doesn't know what to expect outside of the only home she's ever known. Now, she's packed and ready to go, because the longer she stays, the higher the chance of her wimping out like a coward and dying a slow and painful death. So when she stumbles upon a group of men, they bring her to Arca; an underground civilization with deep tunnels and cavernous rooms. But, when she arrives, the high council forces her to take an evaluation every 20 year old takes to show where they fit into the community. A test that measures your magic, because every survivor that hasn't fell into illness of the pandemic that killed humanity and turned them to mindless monsters, is a descendant of an Olympus god and has their blood running through their veins that makes them able to live longer, immune to illnesses, have enhanced abilities, and able to do lesser magics. When Ashley's results turn to Aegis-High-Elite Gaurd, she's thrown away into a lethal academy where she must survive deadly initiations, vicious recruits, and a super powerful and brutal instructor. In a world of magic and death, betrayal and secrets, war and monsters, can Ashley uncover what's beyond the deep tunnels and what secrets hide in the dark, all while standing on the thin line between life and death? Well, I guess were about to find out... ("Perfect for fans of Fourth Wing and Blood of Hercules, this relentless romantic fantasy features a deadly war academy where survival is the only option.")

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It's my first published story, feedback is very welcome! *** Post doesn't just show up in Rowan Mirek's seaside city; it modifies reality. Saying "thank you" makes everyone happy. A map acknowledges that it is lost. The changes are sustained by witnesses. Nudges are more appealing to Rowan than storms. Then he discovers a letter to himself in the future, which he declines to open. Dr Idris Valente, the archivist at Lighthouse, is aware that undeliverables select their audience. For reasons of its own, the Dead-Letter Office loudly concurs and starts sending the incorrect letters to the correct recipients. As the stacks whisper and bureaucrats sniff around, Rowan and Idris must choose between risking their carefully guarded hearts, the truth, or silence. With a living archive and an eavesdropping city, it's a medium-low-stakes slow burn that's whimsical, wistful, and extremely queer.