Morrigan Crowe

Hi everyone,
          
          I hope you’re all doing well and staying cozy this season. I wanted to give you a quick but important update. Recently, my name was taken and used online by another user, and honestly, I don’t want to spend my energy getting dragged into a legal mess over it. On top of that, some of my stories were stolen and posted on websites that take people’s work and information without permission.
          
          Because of all that, I’ve decided to continue writing under a new name. It just feels safer and cleaner for me going forward.
          
          I’ve also turned all my current works into short stories for now. I’m going to write them fully, complete them at my own pace, and then submit them once they’re truly finished and ready for you.
          
          Thank you for sticking with me through everything. Happy holidays, and may your days be filled with love and cookie crumbs. Just so you know, this page is currently under construction and will have fillers installed.
          
          — Nia Lenai (but soon under a new pen name!)

The ride home was as lively as our town's graveyard. I was glued to the door the entire time, ready to jump out the minute we got to my house or just in case he decided to bring up what Dream Hero had had no problem discussing. I clutched the door handle like it was a lifeline and prayed it wouldn't result in me jumping out of a moving car.
          
          Hero didn't seem to notice. 
          
          It was clear that his mind was somewhere else. He didn't try to talk to me like he had done back in class which was good because all that I could think about was the fact that he had friendzoned me and that he had gotten Melissa's name wrong.
          
          I wanted to correct him so bad that I just—
          
          "It's Melissa." I blurted out the minute I got out of the car. "The girl Donovan's with, her name is Melissa. Not Melinda."
          
          "Okay? Potato Tomato." was his response. He looked at my hand that was still clutching the car door before looking back at me. "Can I go now?"
          
          "It's actually," I chuckled nervously, letting go of the door. "It's, um, tomato—Potato Potato and Tomato Tomato but I get your confusion—"
          
          "Harley."
          
          "Hm?"
          
          "Close the door." He muttered and I scrambled to do just that before rushing to get inside so that I could scream into my pillow at how ridiculous I had just been."Harley." He called out once more and I screeched to a halt like an unoiled robot, waiting for him to speak.
          
          "Check your messages once in a while." He mumbled. "Otherwise exchanging numbers would be pointless, wouldn't it?"
          
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          For your next read❤️
           https://www.wattpad.com/story/377348659-Socially-Awkward 

So… I have some bittersweet crumbs of news —I won’t be posting again until summer starts! I know, I know, cue the dramatic gasps and the sad violins 
          
          But don’t you dare hit that unfollow button! I promise when summer rolls around, I’ll be dropping a LOT of content. Like, “your phone battery won’t survive” levels of content. 
          
          Right now, I’ve gotta focus on school (ugh, the academic struggle is real) and my personal social life (which shockingly exists???). But don’t worry—this is just a study-season break, not a goodbye.
          
          So, stay cozy, stay awesome, and have the happiest of holidays! I’ll see you all when the sun is out and my brain is free from homework.
          
          With love, laughter, and cookie crumbs 
          — nialenaiwrites

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Hey everyone!! ✨
          
                  I’m honestly so blown away by how many new friends have joined us lately—welcome, welcome, welcome!  It means the world to me that you’re here, whether you’ve just started reading my books or have been following along for a while.
          
          I want this space to feel like a cozy little corner where we can share stories, laugh, dream, and cheer each other on. That’s why I’d love to hear from you—what do you want to see more of? Behind-the-scenes thoughts? Random writing rambles? Fun polls or story sneak peeks? This is as much your space as it is mine.
          
          I’d also be over the moon to see more book recommendations on the message board. There’s something so magical about discovering new reads through each other’s eyes. 
          
          One little thing—I’m not really a fan of vote-for-vote swaps. They make me feel rushed and keep me from giving your stories the full attention and love they deserve. I’d rather read your words slowly and truly enjoy them.
          
          So, let’s make this space shine!  I’m wishing—no, manifesting—at least 136 replies, even if they’re just a few quick words. I want to hear from all of you. Let’s make this corner of the internet a place where stories and readers feel at home.
          
          Love and cookie crumbs,
          nialenaiwrites ✨

Hey the new chapter for the Occult is out now!Go check it out!

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✨ Writers Unfolded is Looking for Judges! ✨
          
          Hey amazing writers and readers! 
          
          We’re excited to announce that Writers Unfolded is looking for judges to help review the interviews and pick some of the most aesthetic and creative submissions. This is your chance to get involved, have fun, and help celebrate the incredible voices in our community! ️
          
          If you’d like the chance to be a judge, comment below with your Wattpad account name and your Discord handle so we can reach you.
          
          We can’t wait to see who wants to join and help make this project even more special. 
          
          Thank you for supporting Writers Unfolded — your creativity and enthusiasm make this community shine! ✨
          
          With love & cookie crumbs ,
          Nia Lenai (@nialenaiwrites)

✒️ Hey Writers & Readers!
          
          I’m so excited to finally announce that Writers Unfolded is here! 
          
          This is a special interview project where writers from all over can share their journey, process, inspirations, and stories. Whether you’re a new writer finding your voice or a seasoned storyteller, this is your chance to unfold your story and be featured.
          
          Here’s how you can join:
          
          Check out the Google Doc we’ve prepared with all the interview questions.
          
          Make a copy and answer the questions in your own words (please, no AI!).
          
          Style your interview however you like — rearrange questions, add your own flair, and make it uniquely yours.
          
          Submit your completed interview via the Google Form link provided.
          
          We’ll also be featuring the most aesthetic interviews and giving prizes for creativity, so this is your chance to shine! ✨
          
           I can’t wait to see your interviews and celebrate your voices. Be sure to follow @nialenaiwrites so you don’t miss any updates, and spread the word to other writers who might want to participate!
          
          Thank you for being part of this journey — your stories make this community so special. 
          
          With love & cookie crumbs ,
          Nia Lenai