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At the front desk of a women's health clinic in Seattle, I ran into my college ex, Rowan Fitzgerald, freshly back from his studies at Cambridge. Rowan's gaze dropped to the abortion appointment form in my hand, his brow furrowing. "Here alone?" "Where's the father?" Before I could explain, he looked away, his voice turning cold. "Never mind. Who you're with these days is none of my business." I ignored him and turned back to my phone, only to see a new post rapidly trending on my Reddit feed: [Urgent. Just ran into my ex-girlfriend at a clinic, about to get an abortion by herself.] [She dumped me five years ago with a single text. How should I get my revenge?]

En la recepción de una clínica de salud para mujeres en Seattle, me encontré con mi ex de la universidad, Rowan Fitzgerald, recién llegado de sus estudios en Cambridge. La mirada de Rowan bajó al formulario de cita para aborto en mi mano, frunciendo el ceño. "¿Estás aquí sola?" "¿Dónde está el padre?" Antes de que pudiera explicarle, apartó la mirada, su voz tornándose fría. "No importa. Con quién estés saliendo estos días no es asunto mío". Lo ignoré y volví a mi teléfono, solo para ver una nueva publicación que se volvía viral rápidamente en mi feed de Reddit: [Urgente. Acabo de encontrarme con mi ex novia en una clínica, a punto de hacerse un aborto ella sola.] [Me dejó hace cinco años con un simple mensaje de texto. ¿Cómo debería vengarme?]

À la réception d'une clinique de santé pour femmes à Seattle, j'ai croisé mon ex de l'université, Rowan Fitzgerald, tout juste revenu de ses études à Cambridge. Le regard de Rowan s'est posé sur le formulaire de rendez-vous pour un avortement dans ma main, son front se plissant. "Tu es seule ?" "Où est le père ?" Avant que je puisse expliquer, il a détourné le regard, sa voix devenant froide. "Peu importe. Avec qui tu es ces jours-ci ne me regarde pas." Je l'ai ignoré et me suis retournée vers mon téléphone, seulement pour voir un nouveau post qui devenait rapidement viral sur mon fil Reddit : [Urgent. Je viens de croiser mon ex-petite amie dans une clinique, sur le point de se faire avorter seule.] [Elle m'a quitté il y a cinq ans avec un simple texto. Comment devrais-je me venger ?]

"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 world of Althera was heading toward ruin. Yet no one realized it. In a small village, a young man named Ren lived with knowledge he was never meant to possess. He knew the future. He knew the tragedy that would befall the world. And he knew that by the end of the story, nearly everyone would lose something precious. Meanwhile, a young woman named Elaria embarked on a journey to change the fate that had once shattered her life. With unwavering resolve, she sought to save those she had once failed to protect. Elsewhere, a young swordsman named Leon carried wounds from the past that had never truly healed. In search of the meaning behind the strength he wielded, he stepped into a world slowly sinking into darkness. The fate that was meant to follow a single path began to change. Ancient Relics that had slumbered for thousands of years began choosing new bearers. Secrets buried since the First Era gradually came to light. And behind it all, a mysterious man named Alunaris merely watched. One who was never recorded in history. One who was never meant to exist. One who might know the origin of the entire world. As the past, present, and future began to collide, four souls who were never meant to meet would be forced to confront Althera’s greatest truth. That destiny is not something to be followed. But something to be defied. An epic fantasy tale of friendship, loss, hope, and the struggle against a fate already written. Because sometimes... The last hero is not the one who saves the world. But the one who refuses to surrender to it.

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

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

The night before my wedding, I saw a post on the "r/offmychest" subreddit. The title read: "I slept with my fiancée's maid of honor, but I still love my fiancée. I need to get this off my chest." The post got straight to the point: "I'm getting married tomorrow. And I'm heading to meet the maid of honor right now." "To be honest, it's purely physical with the maid of honor. The one I truly love is my fiancée." "This arrangement works for everyone. I have needs my fiancée can't meet, but the maid of honor... she's uninhibited." "Besides, she's her best friend. She would never hurt her." From their professions and the story of how they met, right down to the wedding venue—I knew instantly. The poster was my fiancé, Joel. This former Ivy League star quarterback once declared he would give up the world for me. He’d proven his love with countless passionate nights and waited three long years before I finally said yes. For the seven years we were together, he had loved me with a devotion that bordered on obsession, just as he'd promised. So much so that he could never bring himself to unleash his rougher side on me. On a whim, I pulled up the security camera feed for the wedding venue. Under the floral arch where we were meant to exchange our vows, two naked bodies were writhing in the dark. Petals rained down with their violent movements. The tattoo of my name on Joel's chest and the ugly scar on Maya's back—a scar she’d gotten for me—were pressed together in a sickening display of irony.