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Ella Chen, a gifted portrait artist, devoted seven years to Kylan Chase, the heir to a tech empire, believing she was guarding the heart of her late first love. When she discovered the heart's origin was a lie and resolved to escape, the obsessive Kylan swore to stop at nothing—even seizing the very heart that truly carried her beloved's heartbeat—to keep her trapped.

"Manon's dream of becoming a bestselling author just took a sharp turn into a real-life thriller! One minute she's battling writer's block, the next, a mysterious, ornate bracelet gifts her with the power to write words that shimmer into reality. But this magic comes with a price: she's plunged into a dangerous mystery surrounding 'Over the Moon,' a stolen fantasy novel rumored to hold powerful secrets. At a glamorous costume party, a crucial chapter of 'Over the Moon' vanishes, and Manon finds herself kidnapped and left for dead. Waking up with cryptic messages and a pounding headache, she's determined to uncover the truth. But things get even more complicated when a masked blonde stranger keeps appearing, his intentions as unclear as his identity. And to make matters worse, she suspects her secret crush, the aloof Robin, might be connected to the theft. Now, high school isn't just about surviving pop quizzes – it's a race against time to recover the stolen chapter, decipher the cryptic messages, and figure out who she can trust. Can Manon master her newfound powers and unravel the mystery of 'Over the Moon' before her own story ends in tragedy? Or will her dream of becoming a writer become a deadly reality?"

The God of War from the world of Efra, Roki, sets his eyes on Earth and begins the process of invasion. The dormant gods of our world stir for the first time in millennia to call forth mortals to push back against the inevitable. Roseandra Atherton was a librarian working for a college in Seattle; though that was only a recent development in her life. When she was younger, she fell in with a burgeoning blood cult deep within the pine forests of Eastern Washington. A year or so after this cult was broken up by the FBI, and since then, Roseandra has left that portion of her life behind, or so she thought. On December 22nd, and 12:00 AM she dreams of entering the vaunted halls of a Grecian temple. There, the Goddess Hecate initiates her as one of her Daughters, in order to fight against this threat. This is a story based around my Patreon patron, Yaeltra's, OC, Roseandra Atherton, and exists in the same world as my other fiction. If this world interests you, take a look! Patron stories will be updated every Monday and Thursday in a cyclical fashion, and please consider becoming a Patron! I'm trying to make this a full-time thing.

Clay Somers is a student at Brookshire high school and a failed lacrosse player. When Clay finds out the truth about his birth, it leads him to study more and he finds out about a Monsters Convention being held in Slidore Academy for the Arcane, a boarding school for mystical creatures like himself.

Fourth book of my Desire Series. --- Callum Stride an author of many books but yet to upload any of them is an anti-social but social when needed, high schooler that goes through life, one step at a time. The only friend he has is his best friend Chelsea Martin who always gives him a headache. What Callum doesn’t know is that he’s caught the attention of one of the jocks at school who is silently stalking him. A love that starts online between the author of his favourite book Tales of Lore and Lies and himself. What happens when they find each other? Reviews and comments welcomed. Cover art by: the_nerd.artist On Scribblehub & Inkitt

Orion Blackwood once loved me. I remember it all too well. When a rival at a dinner party sneered that I had slept my way to the top of the art world, Orion immediately bought out her commercial contracts for the entire next year, making it clear to all of Seattle who reigned supreme. When I complained that a certain type of out-of-production black and white film was discontinued, he pulled strings to buy the entire remaining stock from a fallen European aristocrat. That was the man who had once treated me like a treasured jewel. Yet, on the opening night of the most important solo exhibition of my career, he projected the digital graffiti of another woman—Scarlett—onto the museum's exterior wall for all the guests to see. Scarlett was the up-and-coming artist Orion claimed to be "sponsoring." Under his protection, she was convinced that I was the only thing standing in her way. In her narrative, I was cast as the villain—the jealous wife using her fading fame and powerful husband to sabotage a rising “genius.” Orion assured me it was just "performance art," meant to create buzz for my exhibition. But when a famous collector asked him to sign my work's bill of sale as a guarantee, he instinctively pulled the nearby Scarlett into his arms—a purely protective gesture. In that moment, I understood. His sanctuary was no longer for me. The perfect statue he had so carefully sculpted had finally cracked. It was time for me to shatter it with my own hands.

Welcome to The tortured writers. They are not as perfect as they seem.

THERE are tragic writers who live out in the world they are the Gods tv destined to die again and again tragically forever

Writer: "Hello, there." He said to you—reader. "Don't worry. This whole 4th wall-breaking thingy, won't be the main theme of this novel. I promise" he said winking. "And like your first time, it's gonna end real quick." He said holding his laughter. "Anyways, If you are looking for a novel: full of bad parodies, jokes that don't land quite right, and gore scenes that might make you question the author's sanity. And of course, without forgetting to mention, a bunch of Jojo-like characters, meaning: Hot, and beefy dudes—by the way, I'm one of them.—that will make you question your sexuality, I can assure you that. And all of it covered with cringe; and when I say cringe, I meant it, a lot of it. If you are looking for that, and somehow, wasn't locked up in an asylum yet. Oh, boy! Do I have a novel for you? Oh! I almost forget to say; so I'm gonna say it now, for some reason, the author of this "thing" decided to only introduce me—the main character—in the story later on. So it gonna take some time for your boy here, to show up. But don't worry, I will show up—inevitably, at some point, I think. And one more thing, my name is Writer and the author calls himself Author; so if it gets confusing in the future, blame that uncreative pile of garbage, not me."

"literature is more important than many think"- the head of L.A