Madara Sketch

"You wanted to be him," the rabbit hissed, its eyes like polished obsidian. "Now you are." Cal never meant to summon anything. All he wanted was to keep the campaign alive, to hold onto the laughter and the late-night messages. But the world he built dragged him in, and now Verek Solheim, the ruthless mage he once played, wears his skin. The rules have vanished. The monsters whisper his name. And that rabbit he sketched for laughs? It’s got horns now and asks questions Cal can’t answer. At his side: Ezreal, a warlock tethered to cursed blood. Dax, a fighter shadowed by grief. Caylen, a bard hiding too many truths. And Thimblewick, still grinning from the mirror’s edge. Together, they plunge into dream-woven ruins and face gods who bleed forgotten memories. Cal thought he was the one telling the story. But what if the story’s been writing him all along?

Iris Wren has spent years holding the pieces together—after losing her family, after watching her brother die, after becoming the adult in a home with a guardian too shattered to speak most days. The world thinks she’s doing fine. They don’t know she works three jobs, can’t sleep without the closet light on, and draws the same pair of brown eyes in every sketch. Lucian is the only thing that makes sense. He understands her silence. Knows how to find her when she hides. Says the things no one else does. They meet at the edge of her breaking point, when she's numb and just starting a new school. No one questions him. Not her teachers, not the barista who takes both their orders, not even her. But as the year unfolds, as she begins to connect with a classmate who refuses to let her vanish, and as Lucian begins glitching in ways that feel off, Iris starts to question what’s real. The truth is simple, devastating, and silent. Lucian never existed. But the pain he helped her survive? That was always real.

*CHARLOTTE’S WEB** *A Darkly Witty Mystery Thriller* --- ### **BOOK DESCRIPTION:** When Detective Alex Carter finds a dead girl on the railroad tracks with a single red rose on her chest, he knows this isn’t just another murder—it’s a message. Nineteen-year-old Charlotte Greene was rich, brilliant, and hiding something big. Her diary is filled with Latin riddles, sketches of roses, and a chilling warning: *"The Gardener is watching."* Teaming up with razor-sharp Detective Julia Moreno and guilt-ridden best friend Lila Hawthorne, Carter unravels a conspiracy where the Greene family’s world-famous roses hide a deadly secret. But the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes—Charlotte’s death was just the first bloom in a garden of poison. With a killer who leaves roses as calling cards, a controlling father drowning in regret, and an ex-partner who knows too much, Carter must confront his own past before The Gardener’s thorns strike again. **Think *Gone Girl* meets *Sherlock Holmes* with a twist of deadly floristry.**

It may sound strange, but that's what it's like to be reincarnated as Madara Uchiha and no, that's not the worst, since in my past life as Tamara, a biochemist who died after being murdered by the government for finding the cure for cancer, I admired and loved Madara. Uchiha, but now he is like him, but not like him. , but like her, it devastated her. It was actually a woman. They changed the sex of their beloved Madara but it was actually her!.. All rights to Masashi Kishimoto, the development and the story as well as some characters are my authority, I hope you enjoy!.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

The sky shimmered with twin suns, casting warm hues over rolling hills and ancient forests. The air itself buzzed with an unseen energy, and the very ground beneath his feet hummed faintly, as if alive with secrets waiting to be unraveled. He blinked against the unfamiliar light, confusion etched across his face. But confusion quickly gave way to awe. A bird soared overhead, trailing glimmers of blue light in its wake. Nearby, a child pointed a finger at a fallen branch, whispering a single word—and the wood floated into the air, spinning gently before settling neatly into a bundle. Magic. It was real. Tangible. Everywhere. In that moment, a hunger was born in him. Not a hunger for food, nor for wealth or fame, but something far deeper—a yearning. A need. An obsession. The magic of this world, this radiant, endless force that danced in the air and bled through every leaf and stone, had sparked something inside him. And each passing day only fanned that flame higher. His only goal became understanding Magic and growing in Magic. It consumed his thoughts. He chased rumors of ancient scrolls, watched from shadows as mages cast their spells, and spent sleepless nights sketching symbols he didn’t yet understand. He would kneel before old statues and listen to forgotten songs, desperate to catch even a whisper of arcane truth. Because he knew—knowledge was the key. The key to understanding this world. The key to understanding Magic. And knowledge… was the key to understanding the Universe.

A failed fashion designer opens a controversial nude figure drawing school in Tokyo. Students come to confront trauma, identity, and intimacy. Every sketch becomes a window into repressed desire—and every pose, a confession.

Rowan Takeda expected a quiet freshman year—maybe some sketching, maybe some girls, definitely no weapons-grade AIs. But that was before the ICS Lightning chose him. Now he's Avalon Naval Institute’s first male Captain in over a decade… and his life is a full-blown firestorm. At Avalon, the cadets are the weapons: beautiful, brilliant, and bonded to living warships with more firepower than most nations. Rowan just wanted to keep his head down, but after crash-landing (literally) into the wrong dorm room—occupied by a half-dressed German dreadnought—he's declared a pervert, challenged to a formal duel, and suddenly has the entire academy watching his every move. The good news? He’s got Lightning: a flirty, high-spec AI with a taste for chaos and an unhealthy interest in his love life. The bad news? Every Captain here is armed to the teeth, emotionally volatile, and drop-dead gorgeous. And some of them are starting to take a little too much interest in the new boy with the killer instincts and the soft heart. Explosions, duels, emotional confessions, and skin-tight sync suits—Rowan’s going to have to fight to survive, outmaneuver old rivalries, and figure out if falling in love with a battleship is more dangerous than war itself. This is college. This is combat. This is My Life as a Collegiate Battlecruiser.

Arthur was just a lowly bartender — a nobody mocked as the “useless son-in-law” after a one-night stand with a billionaire’s daughter led to an unwanted marriage. Trapped in a life of scorn and ridicule, he endured endless humiliation from his cold, arrogant wife and her powerful family. Until the night he had the vision. "Mankind will be turn to Zombies in the next three days, stock up supplies, gather as many survivors as you can. You are only mankind's savior!" In his dreams, he saw the world’s end: a horrifying virus would strike at midnight, turning all men into rabid undead monsters while leaving women behind in a collapsing world. Arthur could see exactly how everyone around him would die. Friends, strangers, lovers… even his enemies. And no matter how hard he tried to change their fate, death in the apocalypse proved inevitable. A curse he could not undo. A horror he was forced to watch, again and again. He tried to warn the world but they refused to listen calling him a cursed omen. That same day, Arthur was fired from his job, thrown out of his wife's house and left to roam the street, and he had to seek refuge in his grandmother's house and began to stock supplies. Day after Day, he stayed in his grandmother looking through her sketches of the last Apocalypse that took place in 1999. And then the D-day came — the clock struck midnight. The one thing no one thought could happen was a Zombie Apocalypse! The zombie virus ravaged the earth, infecting every possible man, woman and child, until he’s the last man on Earth — the final sperm-bearer of humanity. Desired not just for pleasure, but for survival, bloodlines, and legacy, he’s suddenly the most sought-after prize alive. Arthur discovers a mysterious “Harem Investment System", Arthur must earn Life Points to stay alive. But this system is more than just pleasure and power — it’s economics. Arthur can invest Life Points into real estate, trade routes, security, and the women themselves, turning loyal followers into long-term assets that generate passive income, upgrades, and protection. He can save loyalty, collect interest from devotion, and withdraw power at will. The more he invests in a woman — emotionally or physically — the more she yields. And there’s only one way to do it: conquer women, dominate their loyalty, and expand his influence. Married or not, no woman is off-limits — in fact, the more forbidden, the greater the reward. Every interaction with women — trade, trust, or touch and sex — earns him Life Points, resources, and influence. Women who betray him or refuse loyalty? He takes what he needs — then eliminates them. To survive, Arthur must build alliances, seduce war-hardened survivors, and invest in his rising empire of women — all while uncovering the truth behind the system that brought him here.

Abid Hasan, a lonely 22-year-old art student at Bangladesh Art University, lives a quiet and colorless life after losing both his parents. With no family, friends, or future prospects, he buries himself in manga and dreams of a better life—one filled with creativity, recognition, and freedom. One rainy night, as he's sketching manga panels alone in his small dorm room, a strange holographic screen suddenly appears before him: [Welcome to the Ultimate Manga Selling System!] [Congratulations! You are now authorized to distribute Earth-origin manga to another world.]

Maya used to dream in colors—until life dimmed everything to gray. Haunted by silence and the weight of her past, she retreats from the world, her voice buried beneath trauma and fear. But when a quiet stranger named Luca notices her in a small café and leaves behind more than just a kind smile, Maya is pulled into an unexpected connection—one that stirs something long lost inside her. As sketches bloom on her forgotten pages and hidden talents awaken, Maya begins to rediscover not only her art—but her courage. Yet Luca carries a secret of his own, and their stories may be more entwined than she realizes. In a tale of healing, hidden strength, and second chances, From Broken to Brave – A Story of Quiet Strength explores the power of silent resilience, the magic of being seen, and the hope that sometimes finds you when you least expect it.

The rain never ceased. It fell in glittering sheets across a shattered landscape, soaking ash-covered ruins and roots that remembered too much. Long after the Garden devoured itself, and the Hollow King faded into rot and stillness, something ancient began to wake beneath the dirt. Kaien was born from that silence—branded, forgotten, and buried by a past he can't outrun. He has no legacy, only a sword that should no longer exist and memories that don't belong to him. When he joins paths with Eris, a survivor marred by the Garden’s corruption, and Ilya, a girl who sketches what hasn't happened yet, their fates begin to intertwine beneath the black rain. Something is drawing them east—through the remnants of the Sovereign’s vaults, past fields of salt and memory. Whispers become louder. Pendants bloom like seeds. And under every foot, the dirt remembers. This isn’t a story of heroes. This is a story of what rises from the wreckage. Of those who choose what to bury—and what to become.

In a fractured sky where floating continents drift over the endless void, memory is no longer permanent. Kael Virex, a quiet boy who sketches reality into being, and Zayen Thorne, his electrifying and impulsive brother, live on the scrap-isle of Kairoth — until a living crystal crashes into their lives and shatters everything they know. Touched by the unknown, they begin to unravel the truth: their world is not only broken, but forgetting itself. With every island that vanishes, with every person who blinks and forgets, the brothers grow stronger — but also less themselves. Hunted by the mysterious Pale Order, chased by assassins who erase laws of nature, and entangled in mysterious romances — one with a girl made of memories, and the other with a rebel courier who might not be real — Kael and Zayen must uncover the truth behind the “Pulse” that links them… before they forget who they are.

[WARNING] ****** /THIS NOVEL CONTAINS TOO MUCH EXPLICT SEXUAL CONTENT, CURSE LANGUAGE **** * ** ******* * AUDIENCE DISCRETION IS ADVISED #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE So, there was this teacher I often sketched. Sometimes the sketches were... less formal than others. One time, she happened to notice. I was fully expecting a stern lecture when she called me to her office. Instead, the conversation took a completely unexpected turn, one I definitely hadn't prepared for. #HAREM, #R18, #ECCHI, #SMUT #ROMANCE [PLEASE NOTE] [THERE'S NOT A SINGLE NTR IN THIS NOVEL UNLIKE THE FIRST ONE.]

Satya, a talented sketch artist, begins drawing a mysterious girl he’s never seen, only to realize she appears in his dreams. He believes they shared a connection in a past life, where he was Veer, a royal artist who loved a girl named Meera. In the present day, Saanvi, unaware of her past life, unknowingly leads Satya on a search for answers. Through dreams and clues, Satya uncovers fragments of their shared history but struggles to meet her. After multiple twists of fate, Satya finally encounters Saanvi in Jaipur, and they begin a conversation centered around their mutual love for sketching. As they grow closer, Satya remains patient, letting their connection develop naturally, while Saanvi starts to sense a deeper bond. The story explores reincarnation, love beyond time, and the power of art to reunite souls.

Khan, a reclusive college student, lives a life of quiet routine—until fragmented hallucinations and inexplicable blackouts shatter his reality. Haunted by visions of fire and a shadowy figure he can’t name, Khan dismisses it as stress… until he wakes to cryptic sketches he didn’t draw and news reports linking his unexplained actions to a string of violent crimes. As Detective Lucy closes in, investigating a decades-old conspiracy tied to a ruthless syndicate, Khan discovers a terrifying truth: he is not alone in his mind. Fragments of strangers—a fierce protector, a cunning strategist, a volatile enigma—surface to guard secrets buried in his past. But when their clashes threaten to consume him, Khan must confront the darkness within before a mysterious puppeteer manipulates his fractured psyche into unleashing chaos on the world. Blurring the lines between savior and destroyer, this psychological thriller explores the masks we wear, the shadows we bury, and the terrifying power of the selves we dare not know.

After leaving behind the pressures of city life, 24-year-old Maya returns to her late grandmother’s quiet coastal town and reopens her old teahouse in search of peace and self-discovery. As the rainy days pass, she finds comfort in daily routines, the gentle rhythm of tea-making, and the quiet stories of her regular customers. One day, Hiro—a young illustrator escaping his own burnout—wanders in, and their soft connection unfolds through tea, silence, and sketches of life’s subtle beauty. When Hiro eventually leaves, Maya doesn’t crumble; instead, she continues weaving new stories into the warm walls of the teahouse, having found healing in the sound of tea and the quiet joy of simply being.

The Warrior of the Dragon Spirit After a thousand years of peace, darkness rises once again in a distant world. The people of the four realms know the age of demons only through fading legends, and the names of ancient heroes are slowly slipping into oblivion. In this world lives Haruki, a dreamy yet dutiful young girl who resides with her father in an isolated farming village on the edge of a vast forest. Her days are made special by a love for nature, deep respect for the elders, sketching, and secret exploring trips. But everything changes when a mysterious explosion in the mountains sends a shadow creeping toward her village. The destruction brings forgotten truths to light: a powerful dragon spirit from a bygone era awakens within Haruki, bearing the legacy of an ancient warrior. Chosen by fate, she must seek out the heirs of four legendary blades once left behind by the dragons—and stop the rise of demonic rule. Accompanied by her childhood friend Daiki, Haruki journeys across the four realms. Along the way, she must learn to control the spirit within her—and confront the fears within herself. As the secrets of the ancient world unfold, Haruki must decide: will she bow to the fate laid before her, or will she forge a new path and rewrite the course of history? It is a tale of bloodlines, forgotten responsibilities, and the making of a warrior worthy of her inheritance.

"She was the mystery the world ignored. He was the prince it couldn’t stop watch." Vedant Nagar had it all — money, parties, a perfect Instagram life, and a girlfriend every guy envied. But everything crashes when his so-called “perfect” girlfriend dumps him for a nobody — a nerdy literature senior... and worse, that guy is the cousin of Aira Rajput, the new scholarship girl everyone seems to adore. Aira Rajput, the quiet storm. She sketches graffiti in the back of her math notes and knows how to navigate cities with just a compass and curiosity. She’s not from his world — no branded shoes or imported perfumes, but there’s something about her that feels... threatening. And when Vedant learns of Aira’s link to the heartbreak that made him a joke, he makes a silent promise: ruin her.

At an open university where judgment whispers through hallways and conformity is quietly enforced, Emily keeps her head down, trying to blend in. She has secrets—feelings she doesn't fully understand and fears she doesn't know how to face. Her quiet life begins to shift when she meets Riley, a confident transfer student with sharp eyes, bold sketches, and a presence that challenges everything Emily thought she knew about herself. As Emily is drawn closer to Riley, her world begins to crack. She must navigate her growing attraction while facing rejection from classmates, and the society Fading Into You is a raw, realistic novel about identity, love, and the courage it takes to be seen. In a world that demands silence, two girls find something powerful in each other—a love worth risking everything for.

In the quiet coastal town of Dawnridge, grief and healing drift like the tides. Lena Hart, a once-successful painter from the city, arrives in Dawnridge carrying the weight of unbearable loss—the tragic death of her fiancé, Jeremy. Hoping to disappear into the sleepy rhythm of the town, she finds herself creatively and emotionally paralyzed. Her brushes sit untouched, her heart locked away. Enter Eli Turner, a guarded local carpenter haunted by his own past. Once deeply in love and betrayed, he has kept his distance from anything resembling emotional entanglement. He’s rebuilding more than just boats—he’s rebuilding his life, piece by piece, in solitude. When fate—or perhaps something gentler—throws Lena and Eli together, sparks don’t immediately fly. Their connection is slow-burning, filled with misunderstandings, vulnerability, and moments of unexpected tenderness. As Lena begins to sketch again, and Eli offers her quiet strength, both start to unravel their pasts. But just as their walls begin to crumble, ghosts from both of their lives return—forcing them to confront the pain they thought they had buried. A confrontation with Eli’s ex, and a visit from Jeremy’s mother, stir up old wounds. An argument drives Lena to the brink of leaving Dawnridge altogether, but a moment of stillness at sunrise brings clarity: healing doesn’t mean forgetting. And love, when it’s real, is not a replacement—but a rebirth. In the final chapter, Lena paints her first sunrise in months. Eli finishes his boat. They reconcile with honesty and quiet affection, finally allowing themselves peace—and love. The boat, named The Dawn, becomes a symbol of everything they’ve rebuilt together. In a town where the sun always rises over the sea, The Dawn is a moving story of loss, love, and the healing that only comes when we face the truth—and choose to live again.

In Paris, a messy baker named Gaesha dreams of love and a bigger shop. Across the city, a quiet architect named Kent sketches alone, craving calm. When a spilled pastry throws them together, their worlds collide—loud meets soft, chaos meets order. Through fights, flour, and a rainy proposal, they build a life—Sivan Sweets, a bakery full of heart. Years later, old and laughing, they sit on their rooftop, proving love can be messy, sweet, and forever.

An emotionally charged, slow-burn romance Amelia Hart, a brilliant but emotionally guarded artist, thrives in the sanctuary of her studio—where every brushstroke speaks louder than words. When enigmatic model Daniel Wolfe steps into her life, a canvas of unspoken desires and hidden wounds begins to take form. With his sculpted presence and quiet vulnerability, Daniel becomes both muse and mystery, slowly unraveling Amelia’s carefully curated control. But beneath the sensual tension lies a deeper storm. As their professional boundaries blur and long-buried pasts surface, Amelia is forced to confront not only her creative demons but also the craving for connection she’s long denied herself. And when Julian, a powerful figure from her past, re-emerges with unresolved claims and a possessive edge, the delicate balance between passion and control begins to fracture. Set against the backdrop of moody studios, intimate sketches, and emotionally fraught gallery nights, Craving Touch is a story of art, vulnerability, and the raw human longing for touch—not just of skin, but of soul.

MC: Rika (Femele Fujoshi in Omega Male Body) Original Life: Day job: Overworked, underpaid office assistant in a publishing firm, usually stuck fixing the copy machine or ghost-editing erotica for lazy male authors. Night job: Secret identity as @BL4geddon, a popular underground smut manga artist, known for her disturbingly accurate depictions of alpha×alpha energy. Constantly broke, so she’s forced to take boring editing jobs during the day—and draw d** jokes and breathy uke whimpers* at night. Now in the novel? Accidentally possessing Riven Zhaeris: A too-beautiful-for-this-world omega who smells like heat and sugar and says the most obscene things without knowing it. Doesn’t even try to be seductive—she’s just constantly commentating like a dirty-minded fangirl, and the alphas are slowly unraveling. Fujoshi Chaos Aura: Constantly draws yaoi doujins, makes A×A comments out loud, and thinks she's being subtle while literally eye-f**king every dramatic moment she witnesses.She still thinks like a woman—so her inner monologue is all about “these hot boys being dumb tsundere lovebirds.” But everyone else sees a smirking, seductive omega who leans in during heated conversations, tilts his head just so, and "moans" softly while sketching. This contrast between inner chaos gremlin and outer unintentional siren is what kills the alphas.

Our MC gets reincarnated in the pokemon universe with all the items she collected in the games. She had thought of going on a journey, defeating gym leaders, becoming a champion then running her cafe. She will come to know eventually, oh boy it is not that easy as it seems to get your pokemon and run around like in the games. In this AU, everyone has to go through an exam in the nearby city after officially turning 10 to see if they are ready for their trainers' license, qualifiers were given the choice of going to either the trainers' academy, police academy, or nurse academy before leaving for their pokemon journey. Due to the sassy little Ralts of our MC, instead of the trainers' academy, she will join the police academy. It will be a hell of a ride as our MC tries to go undercover in criminal organizations, burning down these organizations to the ground left and right only in hope of early retirement. MC will interact with Ash, Misty, and Brock as in this timeline Ash has to go through the trainer's Academy. MC, Ash, and Misty will be 15 as they come out of the academy and Brock will be 18, the big brother for the trio. MC will be on her journey(burning HQs) and occasionally will travel with the anime trios. ‐-------------------------------------‐---------------------------------- Note: { Warning from the beautiful profanities my characters are going to sing in the chapters, Readers discretion is advised. } I do not own Pokémon except OCs introduced in the story. Also, I don't own the cover for this fan-fiction, all credit to google-sama and his generous image library. I will try to avoid making grammatical mistakes as much as I can, if found pls comment. let's see, MC x Misty so Yuri is happening, if you don't like it just skip the part but don't go on being toxic to other people. Romance will be slow since MC having her journey. Also, I will more focus on the interaction between MC and other characters and Pokémon. The pace will be slow. MC will challenge the gyms but as a mission from team rocket HQ. R18 scenes later down after the characters turn 18 according to the progression of romance in the story. So it is very far away. I am a newbie trying to write my first fanfiction so you know. I will try to keep updating periodically. Hope you enjoy my story.

Sage has always been a little disconnected. Not by distance exactly, but still showing up to group dinners, responding in the group chat, still laughing at all the same jokes. But different. Calmer. Quiter. Harder to read. While his three closest friends threw themselves headfirst into campus life, parties, hookups, messes, and all, Sage stayed focused. A double major in Astrophysics and Theology, with a quiet love for drawing tucked into a minor. He watches, listens, sketches, and sometimes… knows things. Things he can’t always explain. The summer before senior year feels different. His friends are all falling—hard—for people they didn’t expect. Connections are forming faster than ever. And for the first time, Sage is the only one left standing alone. Not that he minds. He tells himself it’s safer this way. Love is unpredictable. Dangerous. And he’s seen enough in dreams and gut feelings to know some stories aren’t meant to last. Then there's Luca. The charming disaster. The reckless flirt. The friend who never took anything seriously—especially not love. The one everyone thought would be the last to fall. But Luca’s gaze lingers longer now. His teasing has changed. And when he starts showing up for Sage in ways that feel too careful, too real… it gets harder for Sage to keep pretending he hasn’t seen this coming. This is The last to know by yours truly.

Seventeen-year-old Amber Winters hides behind her cityscape sketches, her confidence eroded by her mother’s critiques and a cruel high school rumor. When a new seating chart pairs her with Charles Chen, a quiet artist with a dancer’s grace, their shared table becomes a canvas for trust. As they navigate the Spring Arts Showcase—a chance at a life-changing scholarship—Amber’s precise lines and Charles’s hidden dance moves reveal truths they’ve buried. But the art room’s critique wall, scarred with anonymous barbs, whispers of betrayal. A stolen sketch, a rival’s sabotage, and a friend’s duplicity threaten to unravel their fragile bond. As Amber fights to protect Charles’s dreams, she discovers her own courage, painting a future where love and art intertwine. Charles, haunted by his parents’ unraveling, finds strength in Amber’s belief, his dance a defiant reclaiming of self. In a world where art demands truth, Amber and Charles must confront their fears, expose their enemies, and choose to be seen—together. The Art Between Us is a heartfelt YA contemporary novel about creativity, connection, and the bravery to claim your own masterpiece.