Weeklyupdates Stories

Haymitch Abernathy fic ----- Sunrise on the reaping Maren Rosewood was never supposed to belong to the Districts, especially not 12. Raised in the Capitol's light and torn into the dark when her father's betrayal destroyed everything she knew, she arrives in the poorest district with something most tributes don't have... training, pride, and a refusal to be reduced. Haymitch Abernathy is the opposite of everything she represents. Born into 12, sharp edged and quietly observant, he knows the Games are not about strength alone, but survival, strategy and sacrifice. When the Reaping forces them onto the same stage, something unexpected begins to form between them, understanding first, then trust, and something far more dangerous neither of them name. But the Hunger Games don't care about connections. They only care about who is left standing. And in the end, only one of them will survive. update every fridaayyyy

Aaron Warner x OC What if Juliette died in the asylum before she was released? Aaron Warner Anderson, the chief commander regent of sector 45 was not known for weakness. Lyra Roberts, an eager young apprentice to the powerful Paris Anderson, may be his Achilles' heel. When secrets are revealed and schemes are planned, Aaron and Lyra will learn where their loyalties lie, as well as the lengths one will go to, in order to protect who they love. ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE QUEEN TAHEREH MAFI, EXCEPT ONE'S THAT I HAVE CREATED. The cover is not mine, I found it on pinterest. All credit for the front cover goes to the original artist.

"I just can't think straight when it comes to you, Deepika. Why do you do this to me?" says Arjun "I'm not doing anything, Arjun," she hissed. "It's you. You're the one confusing the shit out of me." In one sudden movement, he pulled her close. Lifted her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Updated twice a week!

!!! DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT !!! AIITBS is a story inspired by the works of H.P. Lovecraft, starting in Boston Massachusetts in the year 1934. It starrs young scholar and occultist Nathaniel Butler, of the obscenely wealthy Butler family, who's dealings in magic and alchemy force him into misadventures of the certainly eldritch variety. This story is quite a ways from being finished but I already have an ending in mind, so I am confident that it will be in time. Please be patient and I hope you have fun while reading! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn! Yours truly, Creaturefromtheattic

I'll be posting weekly quotes to motivate you through the week :) Hope you like them. And please don't forget to vote and comment =] Cover by the amazingly talented @LittleVee ❤️

Carter Arts University is a coming-of-age sitcom that follows Yarnise Jones, a talented but sheltered music student attending the fictional Carter Arts University (CAU). Raised to believe music is her entire world, Yarnise arrives on campus expecting discipline, structure, and clear rules only to find friendships, chaos, romance, and self-discovery waiting for her instead. Through late-night rehearsals, questionable decisions, and an eclectic group of classmates from every artistic discipline, Yarnise learns that life and her future extends far beyond sheet music. As she navigates independence for the first time, Carter Arts University explores finding your voice, breaking out of expectations, and discovering who you are when the spotlight isn't just on your talent, but on you.

A brilliant Black American hotel designer takes a career‑defining leap to Seoul-where luxury is a language and power is inherited. Her mandate: reimagine a global brand from the inside out. His reality: the city's most photographed executive, a man whose smile sells skylines and whose every move feeds a machine. In boardrooms made of glass and lobbies made for performance, a slow, undeniable pull becomes impossible to ignore. Image and ambition collide with a longing that feels like truth. But in a world where legacy is scripted and love is leveraged, choosing each other could cost everything. © _RelleLebby_// R. L.

During a chance encounter with the a malevolent deity, a group of trick or treaters who are scared and left within an unfamiliar world; must adventure throughout the city streets in order to defeat Samhain, the God of Halloween. This short Novella-style 12 Chapter Adventure is Book One out of Two, so look forward to more when the sequel arrives; but for now chapters will be released weekly on Fridays!

POV: ATEEZ bought you from your treatment center! A tantalizing love story between you and the entirety of ATEEZ. Full of heartbreak, drama, and drug induced dog comas! Weekly updates! ENJOY!!!!!!

Edited version of "I Sold Myself to the Devil for Vinyls... Pitiful I Know"

Long before Bheem drew his first breath, the land that would become Dholakpur held its own. Before his fists spoke, swords clashed. Before our beloved, temperate King Indraverma, there was Suryaverma - a young king determined to carve his name into history and leave a legacy for generations yet to come. Before Bheem and his friends could rise, there was a tale buried beneath silence. This is that story - the one that came first. The one no one ever told

In the midst of celestial war, soldier April Haltriks is betrayed by those she trusts most, shattering the life she once knew. Stranded behind enemy lines, she must shift loyalties and forge uneasy alliances in a dangerous search for the truth that could end the war or cost her life.

In a land of shifting sand dunes and winds that never seem to settle, a solitary boy lives on the edge of something far larger than himself. Isolated among the endless desert and the strange, half-wild growth of trees that twist through the dunes, he survives by instinct rather than comfort-watching, waiting, and learning to exist in a world that feels quietly wrong. Everything changes when he becomes aware of something watching back. Deep within the warped landscape, a shadowy presence begins to reveal itself-barely visible, yet undeniably real. It clings to the shadows around him like a thought he can't escape, its glowing green eyes piercing through the stillness. It does not speak. It does not move like anything living should. But it is there... and it is aware of him. As the boy struggles to understand whether this entity is a threat, a guide, or something far more dangerous, distant echoes of another world begin to surface-whispers of a place ruled by fear, where a girl named Nell is bound to forces beyond her control and a figure known only as the Lord tightens his grip through his guards. Unseen connections begin to form between the boy in the dunes and a fate he does not yet understand. And in a world where even silence feels alive, being seen may be the most dangerous thing of all.

As a poet I wanted to participate in my second month-long writer's challenge, but for National Poetry Month. I will outline the rules I am following in the first chapter. Even if it isn't April, you can still follow along with me! - This cover was created through ibis paint x by me.

"I never knew you would be so... wild." Hriday raised an eyebrow. "Wild?" "Yeah," she said, smiling a little. "The kiss... it was sweet. Like you, sweetheart." Her words made him smirk. "And mine?" he asked, leaning a little closer. "Did you like it?" Gauri pretended to think, tapping her chin lightly. "It was... okay." Hriday stared at her, narrowing his eyes slightly. Mischief. He could see it clearly on her face. "Oh, really?" he said slowly. She nodded, trying to hide her smile. "Okay." He leaned closer, his voice dropping into something dangerously calm. "Then we have all night to make it perfect... don't we, sweetheart?" Her breath caught again. "You do know..." he added, a faint grin forming, "how much of a perfectionist your husband is." Gauri looked at him, her heart racing-but this time, she didn't look away. Because somewhere between the fear... and the uncertainty... She had started to trust him. And maybe... Just maybe... To fall for him too. He was a man of sharp intellect, a mind filled with strategy, control, and quiet danger. A man who could read people like open books... yet kept his own emotions locked away. Cunning. Precise. Unpredictable. And she- She was his complete opposite. Soft. Innocent. Unaware of the depth of the world she had stepped into. A heart that trusted too easily. A soul that loved without calculation. He was a devil in disguise. She was an angel without defense. And now- Fate had brought them together. Bound them in a relationship neither had chosen... But neither could ignore. What happens when a devil falls for an angel? Will she fall too? Or will she try to fly away before his darkness consumes her? To find out... You'll have to read their story. Available on Scrollstack.

Ava Kingston didn't move to Seoul to be anyone's prize-she came to build a life in her own silhouette. On day one, two very different boys notice: Seo Jihoon, a composed model‑actor with a smile that quiets rooms, and Park Minjae, an idol rapper whose baritone can set a stage on fire. What starts in school hallways refuses to fade; it grows up with them through late‑night rehearsals, movie sets, fashion runways, and the messy, beautiful ordinary moments that make a life. Hearts tangle. Ambition tests loyalty. And desire keeps asking for one more chance. A slow‑burn AMBW/KMBW Korean romance about timing, boundaries, found family, and choosing yourself while your heart is choosing too. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

Toshiko Yuka has always been able to tell the difference between bad and good. When she enrolls at UA High, she discovers things she never knew about the world and herself. What'll be her choice?

Do you have a quote from your story that you'd love to share with the world? You have come to the right place. Starting every Friday, we will publish one quote from your story. The quote can be a maximum of two lines and up to four lines for poetry. Read more to find out! Cover made by the wonderfully talented Deanna :)

Their ancestors hid the family magic so well they forgot it existed. Eight grandchildren. Two sets of quadruplets. Romani blood. A grandmother who sings songs she was told never to sing to children. Something is waking up. Updates weekly

*ɢᴀᴀʀᴀ x ᴏᴄ/ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ--ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴄ* ℍ𝕀ℝ𝔸𝔼𝕋ℍ: (𝕟) 𝕒 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕥𝕠 ᴊᴏɪɴ ʜᴏꜱʜɪ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ. **ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ.** {ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴄ'ꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴜʀᴀᴄʏ} ||ᴡᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ||