This story is something that the people who follow me will write. I will write the first few pages so they understand what it is supposed to be about. Then we write it together, so let's do this!

"I was mercilessly abandoned by him." She closed her eyes, slowly lay back on the chair, and said. "That's all."

It's time to accept it.

My nightmares have become my obsession.

His name is Jase Deriek.

A dangerous, secretive boy in the back of my psychology class.

Darkness swarmed around him like he was the center of the hurricane, and I hadn't noticed him.

Until he saw me.

The moment he flashed me his dangerous smile... I just knew.

I knew what he did, the things that he hid, and the people he hurt... but I couldn't look away.

I always told myself that there's nothing wrong with fire, just don't get too close or it will burn you.

But I was starved, craving the heat.

The dangers of Jase Deriek.

​​​​​​​completed on Dec 16 2024

Two months ago, Megan found a genie. Now, the bottle’s gone her wishes don’t work. Her popularity’s slipping, she’s suddenly failing all of her classes, and she's getting ready to get kicked off the track team. She hasn't used all of her wishes yet, so what could be going on?

When Jake finally shows back up at school, he’s not talking to her; he’s not even acknowledging she exists. But things had been going fine before, weren’t they? She’s not sure what’s going on, but she knows she’s going to have to fix this. If she can’t, she might be running the risk of repeating junior year. More importantly, she might lose Jake altogether. And there's only one way to do it; she's going to have to figure out who took that bottle and steal it back. She just has to do it before whoever it was makes their wishes and gets rid of that bottle for good. But was it a stranger? Or worse, one of her own friends?

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙏𝙬𝙤 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙘𝙂𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨

He will give me what I want most in the world, but in return, he will kill me.

*******

Alpha Damon was the hottest, strongest, most infamous Alpha in the entire state of Maine, but he also had a weakness.

And only I knew it.

At just six years old, I made a blood pact with Damon. I was sad and upset after my father's recent passing, and in order to make me feel better, seven-year-old Damon made a blood pact with me; he promised me that he would protect me from harm, until we found my father's killer.

But that was before he found out what I was.

It has been years... years of us apart. Not until my fateful day came, and when my life was in danger, he finally showed himself.

That was when my life took a turn, I found out what he really wanted.

And this is where the hunt began.

***** this is part of The Crush Saga but is a side novel, this can be read whenever with or without reading The Crush Saga, although Damon and Winter's story is continued in The Crush Saga****

Her father was a marine, and she decided to follow in his footsteps. Upon arriving to the base, she notices that she has room mates people to keep an eye on her. She meets Simon 'Ghost' Riley and König. They start out at each others throat and it begins to be more of a friendly romance

WARNING: This story contains graphic content and triggers. Viewer discretion advised.

He greeted me with a sweet kiss before heading to the bathroom. Just then, my phone started ringing from another room, and I rushed over to check it, half-expecting it to be Mia calling off our plans. But instead, all I saw was “No Caller ID” flashing on the screen.

I set my phone aside and let it ring- seventeen times- before finally picking up. “Hello?” All I could hear was this heavy breathing on the other end. Then a voice broke through, “Break up with your boyfriend.” My heart raced as my eyes widened in disbelief. “Excuse me?” I shot back, my mind swirling with questions like ‘Who is this?’ and ‘Why do I need to break up with Brendan?’

Without thinking too much, I blurted out, “Who is this?” More heavy breathing filled the silence until a deep, distorted voice delivered eight words that would stick with me forever: “Hello Seo, this is the Hotline to Heaven.”

...

As we reach the bar area in the basement, my mind drifts back to that night when we had a few too many drinks and ended up with hickeys all over us. But this time is different- before I know it, he grabs a bottle and smashes it against my head.I stagger back, feeling warmth trickle down from my scalp. Instinct kicks in, and I grab a shard of glass from the broken bottle. With all the strength I can muster, I hurl it at him while shouting, “Stay the hell away from me!” Clenching my eyes shut, I silently wish this was just some nightmare. Part of me braces for him to come after me again, but instead there’s nothing but eerie silence enveloping me.

When I finally open my eyes, Brendan is nowhere to be seen. Cautiously creeping behind the counter, I glance down to find him gasping for air, the piece of glass embedded in his neck. Panic floods through me. “Shit,” I say, “I just killed my boyfriend.”

THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS

That was an understatement.

Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.

He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.

By daytime, he was sitting in class, silent, and taking notes all while doing good on his tests, and by the end of class, his dark eyes were on me, with that look I couldn't comprehend.

He is not who I imagine.

I feel like I know him, and then I don't. I find his motive, and then I find I'm wrong.

But I can't focus on him right now... there's someone out there, watching me. I need to keep my guard up, but at the same time...

I have a feeling Sebastian is centered around it.

I ask him, but he just teases me, he just dodges the question.

Sebastian... can you ever stand in the light? Or is the darkness the safest place for you?

I can see in those eyes... you have plans for me.

I just have to find out what.

******this is my own original work, please do not plagerize******

It's about the twin family drama

“In the whispers of forgotten tales, I seek the lineage of my name. A journey through time, tracing threads of culture, tradition, and hidden secrets. The lost key to ancestral treasures lies in the haunted echoes of an abandoned island.”

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