It started on Wattpad but now is EVERYWHERE! With a bestselling book by WWBG, a captivating Webcomic on Webtoon, and a film adaptation by Wattpad WEBTOON studios, you can read, scroll, or watch - there's an experience for everyone to dive into Waverly and Blake's journey. ***** In order to fit in during her summer visit to a beachside town, Waverly must take swimming lessons from Blake, the moody (but gorgeous) lifeguard next door. ***** Seventeen-year-old Waverly Lyons is from Alaska. She doesn't do sun. But after her divorced parents can't agree on who gets to have her for the summer, Waverly gets shipped off to Holden, Florida, to spend a couple months with her aunt, Rachel. There's one minor hiccup: Blake Hamilton, Rachel's seventeen-year-old neighbor. He's athletic, outgoing, arrogant, tan, and pretty much Waverly's exact opposite. She's eager to avoid him at all costs, hoping to fit in with the other kids in Holden without drawing too much attention to herself. But when Blake discovers that Waverly has been hiding the rather embarrassing secret that she can't swim, he does the unthinkable: He offers to teach her. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Julian Vane and Clara Reed have been at war since orientation. He thinks her teaching style is "unstructured chaos"; she thinks his tie is tied too tight for his own good. They are locked in a ruthless battle for the "Highest Class Average" trophy, but they've overlooked one thing: their students. Tired of the bickering, the junior class starts a viral "ship" campaign. From "accidental" lunchtime encounters to fan-fiction in the school newspaper, the kids are determined to turn their teachers' rivalry into a romance. Julian and Clara are horrified-until they realize that pretending to date might be the only way to get the students to actually focus on their exams. But when the fake smiles start feeling real, the lesson plan goes out the window. ONC 2026 ENTRY 🍁PROMPT 55🌸 ROUND 1 AND 2 QUALIFIER THANK YOU JESUS

She crossed her arms sternly but her eyes kept tracking the muscles of my chest. "You're crazy. And bleeding in my shower." "Then come in here, clean it and kiss me better," I purred and stepped closer to the glass door. My gaze locking onto the form of her aroused nipples, visible through the towel. "The water's warm, darling. Might cool some parts of you down." She looked down and followed my gaze. And fucking blushed. How adorable. All for me. "And there's plenty of room too." "I am not getting in there with you," she snapped, breath hitching as she took a half-step back. "But you want to," I murmured, my voice dropping as I reached out, catching the edge of her bathroom door to keep her from running. "Come on. It'll make you feel better. I'll make you feel better, Riah. I know you're sore so I promise not to fuck you against the wall." She bit her lower lip, glared at me, blushing even more deeply. Neriah Lancaster doesn't do emotions. She ignores them until they stop. Perceived as the genius, the rich meangirl, she maintains that image. Nobody really sees girl under the mask. No one except for Lucien Devereux. The devil. Her enemy, bully and something more. The bad boy next door who was always obsessed with her. They don't get along; Never really did. They shouldn't want each other. She knows better than to trust... Especially after the monster from her childhood. Until they're stuck together in one apartment, one room, one bed. And she realises that she can't escape the devil. Because she is his after all. 18+++ ✔️ Enemies to lovers ✔️ Bad Boy Next Door ✔️ Morally Black Hero ✔️ Antiheroine ✔️ Only One Bed ✔️ Touch Her and Die ✔️ #1 in real life situations #1 in parent issues #1 in antiheroine #1 in based on a true story #1 in goth girl #1 in life #1 in melancholy #1 in teen writer #2 in only one bed #4 in bad boy next door #4 in psychotic #10 in morally grey hero

"𝘾'𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨" 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖"

Seventeen-year-old Avery Carter is expecting a quiet summer when she's sent to stay with her grandmother in a small coastal town. She plans to keep to herself, enjoy the ocean views, and count down the days until she can go home. Then she meets Dean Bennett. Charming, adventurous, and impossible to ignore, Dean is everything Avery isn't. What starts as a reluctant friendship soon turns into late-night adventures, beach bonfires, and feelings neither of them expected. But summer doesn't last forever-and neither do second chances. Some summers change your life. Some people change your heart.

He's the billionaire heir who has everything. She's the scholarship girl who has nothing. I was content with my quiet life. I asked for nothing and expected even less. Then Adrian Hawthorne set his eyes on me. He decided I was his. His new project. His unwanted obsession. He says he'll ruin me. He promises to tear down my world until he's the only one left. What he doesn't know is that I'm already broken. And he might just be the one to shatter completely. A dark billionaire romance with a possessive hero, a "touch her and you die" vibe, and secrets that could destroy them both. "His to Ruin" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is part of the book series "The Hawthorne Legacy #1" ______ "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Lilia. When I'm done with you, the memory of my touch will be a brand on your skin. The sound of my voice will be the only thing you hear in your dreams. You will crave me. You will beg for me." My breath hitched, my entire body frozen in a state of horrified paralysis. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, the contact sending a bolt of pure, unadulterated electricity through me. "And the best part?" he breathed, his voice a silken, venomous promise. "You're going to love every second of it." He pulled back, his eyes blazing with a triumphant, predatory fire. He had seen the flicker of response in my eyes, the traitorous shiver that had run down my spine. He knew he had struck a nerve. That was what finally broke the spell. Rage, pure and absolute, surged through me, burning away the fear. I yanked my hand back, my palm connecting with his cheek with a sharp, satisfying crack that echoed in the silent aisle. He didn't even flinch. He just stood there, a slow, terrifying smirk spreading across his face as he gently touched the reddening mark on his cheek. "There's that fire," he murmured, his voice filled with a dark, appreciative hunger. "I can't wait to taste it."