Belac POV The scent of baking bread has always been with me since I can remember. The cooling loaves sit on the counter, waiting to be...

“Caleb, come here, please.” Mom’s voice goes right through me. I know the sound. I need to think about what I did. I’ve got nothing.

Dreams of holding hands leave mine empty in the morning. The lukewarm coffee sits undrinkable on the desk. What the fuck am I doing?

Meals have become the center points of each day, breakfast, lunch, and dinner—a trinity we all have in common. Eat your breakfast, finish...

Valentine’s Day unraveled the minute my eyes open when I turn to the right. No one is there. Five letters stuck in my throat before it’s...

(Pronounced: Som-eer-ine) Your name is beautiful. What does it mean? My name means “Let me not eat alone,” which is a direct translation,...

Please tell us a little about yourself... I’m originally from the Land of Headhunters: Borneo. It is an island in the Malay Archipelago...

Dallas POV Rya looks up with her shoulders still curled over a ledger and a pen in hand. I look away as the heat creeps against the back...