#Annabelle-Sunshine

[saintmeghanmarkle]

AITA for bankrupting a global conglomerate? by u/Annabelle-Sunshine

AITA for bankrupting a global conglomerate? I am the child of biracial parents. I grew up poor in a very affluent neighborhood. All my life, I fought injustice. I studied international relations at a prestigious university. Then, against all odds (and against all sense), I landed a role on a hit cable show—despite having the acting range of a damp sponge.I thought my life was set. Then I got the chance to destabilize an entire institution. And I did it! Unfortunately, I soon realized my husband was already unstable before he met me. Still, I played my part.We moved back to my hometown, millionaires despite having no discernible talent, charm, or self-awareness. Naturally, I wanted a new challenge. Destabilizing a monarchy? Child’s play. Next up: bankrupting a global media conglomerate—just to make a point.Phase One: The Podcast DebacleThey paid me millions to make a podcast. Everything was going great—until they expected me to actually create content.I said no.They assigned me a team of professionals. I fired them all.They pitched ideas. I rejected every single one.My husband and I came up with proposals so absurd we knew they’d get shut down. His best idea? Interviewing world leaders about their childhood trauma. Imagine Putin weeping over his lost teddy bear. Then he suggested interviewing actual successful people about why they’re evil. Picture us calling Mark Zuckerberg a sociopath to his face—and expecting him to say, "You got me there, Megs!"How my husband suggested this with a straight face, I’ll never know. (Probably all the diazepam, weed, and dog food he consumes.)Phase Two: The Netflix HeistWe hit the jackpot. Netflix gave us millions for a documentary where we got paid to repeat the same old sob story. Meanwhile, my husband convinced a few posh mates to ride horses and called it "polo." (Yes, horses, you filthy-minded cretins.)But my crowning achievement? My greatest scam?I tricked them into airing the most ridiculous DIY/lifestyle show ever created.Phase Three: The Satire That Wasn’tI made a mockery of home improvement and cookery shows—while pretending it was serious. And they let me!First, I made popcorn. Not just any popcorn—revolutionary popcorn. My secret technique? Put it in a bowl. Mind-blowing.Then, I "harvested" honey. From a beehive. (Side note: Just buy it from the store. It’s, like, a dollar. My expensive stuff tastes the same, I just buy it for the aesthetic.) But why stop there? Instead of wearing proper beekeeping gear, I wore half the outfit. Did anyone say anything? No.Did I even use the honey? Also no. I made candles instead. (Reminder: You can buy those in the store, too.)Then came my masterpiece: Cooking.I needed to keep it simple—but not too simple. A sandwich would’ve given the game away. So I picked spaghetti. Not Bolognese. Not Carbonara. Just… spaghetti.I enlisted a friend to help, assigned him the easiest task—cutting tomatoes—and we manufactured drama. He pretended to cut his finger. I then demonstrated how to put on a plaster, as if this grown man, who uses his hands for a living, had never encountered a Band-Aid before. They included it in the final edit.At this point, I started to suspect Netflix wanted me to ruin them.The AftermathEach episode was equally banal. I made Epsom salts by… pouring salt into a bowl. I made a "gift bag" by putting pretzels in a plastic bag and tying a bow on it. A bow. On pretzels.Episode two? Spaghetti. A man faking a tomato injury. A plaster tutorial.The result? One of the worst-rated shows in history. And I pocketed millions.So, dear Reddit, AITA for bankrupting a media empire? post link: https://ift.tt/3EhOZL7 author: Annabelle-Sunshine submitted: March 05, 2025 at 03:33PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[actually-rj]

I love book fandoms so much but also omf sometimes the overlap of names and acronyms makes my brain hurt. like I’ll start reading a post about tsc and im playing russian roulette on whether it’s about The Shadowhunter Chronicles or The Sunshine Court. someone mentions The Raven King and I have to figure out if they’re talking about the emotional devastating conclusion to one of my favorite series or the second yet equally emotionally devastating book in a different series. i’ll see a post about a Magnus that seems wildly out of character, make it to the tags, and have to reread it all over again because ‘omg they meant Chase not Bane’. hearing mention of Annabel Lee and I can’t tell anymore if people are referring to the actual Poe poem or to Annabel Blackthorn or Alecto.

I love it but omg am I perpetually confused a majority of the time

[atalante2o]

Every friday is a blessing with Nevermore

for some reason nevermore feels like it takes longer than any other of my webtoons to update and it’s driving me insane

like i literally like UNORDINARY how am i more patient for that then for nevermore? it’s usually only a week wait? is my lesbian brain so deprived of lesbian content that it’s starting to make me lose time but only for nevermore?

[starchytart]

Captain Annabelle Cheddar and Duchess Primsy Coldbottle, or i like to call them sunshine and sunshine protector.

This is my gift for @itsbeepbeepsart following @d20exchange event! Annabelle and Primsy are probably my fav npc from acoc, dare i say fav npc from whole dimension 20, so happy i get to draw them, i hope you like it (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

[expired-crow]

Another headcanon of mine is that the deans sometimes let them visit each others dorms (A.K.A. sleepovers) and each group has a different way of spending it. ~

Annabel: We have to start planning ahead. Lenore and her friends are beginning to gain the upper hand.

Prospero: I agree, we need to work together on this.

Montresor: Sure! What do yall got in mind?

Ada: I think we should get rid of one of them. Perhaps a certain French man.

Annabel: That isn't a bad idea love.

Will: Hey guys... do you hear that?

~

Meanwhile with the Misfits...

Berenice: YOU LYING BASTARD! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!

Duke: ME?! YOU'RE THE ONE CHEATING!

Berenice: I TRUSTED YOU AND YOU DO THIS!

Duke: WELL WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD! EVERYTHING ISN'T SUNSHINES AND RAINBOWS!

Berenice: OH YOU WANT TO FIGHT?!

Duke: YEAH WHY NOT? COME AT ME!

Morella: Guys stop! You going to get us in trouble.

Lenore: Why don't we stop playing monopoly for a while...

Pluto: I'm betting on Duke.

Eulalie: Well I'm betting on Berenice.

[nevermoreconfessions]

I'm going to be honest, because I know they're out there.

If you're a: "Annabel x Lenore shouldn't happen they're too toxic/not stable enough person" I consider you an op because THIS IS NOT THE WEBTOON FOR YOU. Like the media literacy is at an all time low clearly.

I think we are all aware that Annabel and Lenore are not stable, that's kind of the point believe it or not!! There is clear development of both characters in the Webtoon and they're constantly changing as new things happen to them. If you cannot handle a lesbian couple with characters that are not perfect little sunshines with no problems even through they have deep rooted trauma and are from the LATE 1800S, please reconsider reading before I go insane.

Yes! Yes, yes!

I read Webtoon comments and I feel like I'm going insane because they just don't understand. Annabel Lee and Lenore are a traumatized pair, murdered on their wedding day, now stuck in a game of death.

The writers are obviously planning their growth over the next few seasons of the webtoon; remember, we're only at the beginning! They have so much growth to do!

God, they love each other so much. Wow. I just love them.

[vxctorx]

❝—Twenty-one!❞ She declares her age defensively, before asking for his with a manner of skepticism which attests to her still somewhat childlike nature, despite her attempts to appear more mature than the other. ❝—How old are you?❞ Warm blue eyes narrow playfully as she mirrors his gesture with the press of her knee. He is mischievously charming, and rather handsome when he smiles, yet she won't allow these facts to deter her. ❝—Do you know what I like to do for fun? I like to travel and gather new experiences, such as meeting you, and taking pictures of said experiences.❞

he scoffs -- brows creasing with the teasing jab. "how old are ya? -- why you talkin' like you aren't a kid y' self?" joe's retort comes with a knocking knee, flirtatious eyes already sinking to the swell of her cheekbones. taunting as she is, he isn't bothered, merely entertaining the half-hearted accusations with a lopsided smirk. " -- 'sides, maybe i've got reason for it. maybe i'm brave hearted n' that. y'know -- standin' up for some ol' lady -- savin' fuckin' cats from the river." he gestures to the sight before them.

[shashapato]

Being in both the PJO and Nevermore fandom is crazy

Because I see the name Will and I think OH! that’s my spineless mannequin boy right thereeee, but then the post talks about him being a sunshine in Nico’s life and I’m like HUH? OH IT’S WILL SOLACE NOT WILLIAM WILSON??

Then there’s Percy, Annabel’s suitor and the man Perseus Jackson himself 😭

And Annie as in Annabel and Annie as in Annabeth

Lenore’s alter ego Leo and Leo Valdez

BUT MOSTLY IT’S THE TWO WILLS THAT SCREW ME UP 😭😭😭 WHY TWO GAY MEN NAMED WILL

Speaking of, someone should make a PJO Nevermore AU… (I’m inspired from seeing my mutual’s posts COUGH COUGH @r0sy-maple-m0th ‘s EAH AU)

I’ve been getting back into art, but IGCSE is holding a knife at my throat rn 😭 I’ll probably have time to assign them cabins though?? I know people have done that already but I HAVE A MYTHOLOGY HYPERFIXATION OK!? LET ME DO IT AS WELL

[anniebaxterthefuture]

TEXTING: JAXXY

Annabelle: Have I ever mentioned how much I love you

Annabelle: Beautiful angel baby sunshine

Annabelle: And that the people tweeting about you should eat dick and die 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Megyn Kelly Post by u/Annabelle-Sunshine

Megyn Kelly Post For those of you who don't already watch Megyn Kelly, you're in for a treat.She and her collaborator did a parody of Meghan Markle's show. It's deadpan and she nails it."My name is Maygan. All my friends know it's Maygan. Like the month of May" said while brandishing a knife."If something gets on your clothes, just give it to your maid""My husband D is great. But I thought we'd be living in a castle. But it's fine, I'll make do with this crappy mega mansion instead."https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_Zfvh2GDDE post link: https://ift.tt/05fmoCV author: Annabelle-Sunshine submitted: April 19, 2025 at 12:25PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[whxtedreams]

The Hardest Part is Who We Are - Master List

Summary

Fate had tangled us together, like branches in a flood, with the currents of our mutual emotions and experiences swirling around us

It was you, Dean and Annabel against the dying world. Then it was you and Annabel. Until it was you, Annabel and Tommy. Now it's just you and Tommy. And Joel?

Posted on AO3 and Tumblr

Pairing: Joel x You , Joel x Reader

Current tags:

Violence Canon-Typical // Violence // Blood // Blood and Injury // Hurt/Comfort // Mentions of Past Loss // Loss // Grief/Mourning // No use of y/n // Female Reader // Gunshot Wounds // Eventual Romance // Eventual Smut // Slow Burn // Additional Warnings In Chapter Summary // Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD // Rage / /Depression // No Beta // Religious Cults // Cults // Joel falls first // Age Difference // Reader is 36 // bisexual reader // Implied/Refrenced Suicide Attempt // Sharing a Bed // Grinding // Dirty Talk // Smut // thigh riding // Torture // Near Death Experiences // past abuse //

Master List - Ongoing Series

Current Word Count: 118k

** for smut

Chapter 1 - Sunshine // 8k

Chapter 2 - Die For Him // 12.4k

Chapter 3 - Unstable // 8k

Chapter 4 - Blood Upon The Snow // 12.5k

Chapter 5 - Beanies and Hunting... Cults? // 6.1k

Chapter 6 - Sting Like A Bee, Sweet as Honey // 8.6k

Chapter 7 - The Cabin // 7.7k

Chapter 8 - Please Don't Leave Me // 10.5k

Chapter 9 - The Miller Brothers // 7.6k

Chapter 10 - I Would Wait For Him // 11.8k

Chapter 11 - Heavenly, Sinful ** // 5.2k

Chapter 12 - He Would Wait For You // 10k

Chapter 13 - Sweet Dreams // 5k

Chapter 14 - Sunflowers, Sunflowers, Sunflowers // 4.2k

Chapter 15 - Coming soon

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The Jackson Cabin

[eleanorandphantom]

Songs that represent my relationships with DR peeps🎶

Day 1: Miss Alma Lefay Peregrine

Slipping Through my Fingers - ABBA

You Are My Sunshine - Jimmie Davis

Try Again Tomorrow - Liana Flores

No One is Alone - Into the Woods

Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey

Keep You Safe - The Crane Wives

Once Upon A Dream - Lana Del Rey

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

No Surprises - Radiohead

Somethin Stupid - Frank Sinatra

Annabelle Lee - Sarah Jarosz

Lucy~ - Corbon Amodio

Willow - Jasmine Thompson

Bird Song - Florence + the Machine

Les Champs-Elysées - Joe Dassin

Gonna be posting more of these! Let me know if you want the playlist links 🫶🎶🪶🪽

[some-fucking-fox]

this sticker brightens up my day every time i look at it because holy shit is it accurate from my extensive testing with @ellielaine & @annabel-sunshine

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Beauty and the Freak part 14

Warnings: mentions of past trauma & torture, mind conditioning

The next morning was bright and sunny -- perfect for the activity Annabelle had in mind.

She barely had the patience to wait for Silas to get through breakfast before she was eagerly tugging him through the twisting halls, passing several servants along the way who made sure to give Silas a wide berth.

Silas let Anabbele pull him along without resistance, though the anxiety of going someplace new and unfamiliar was noticeable in his stiff body language and rigid strides.

"Don't worry, big guy -- I know you'll like this surprise," Annie reassured.

It took a few long minutes to travel from one side of the mansion to the other, but eventually, they reached their destination.

Annabelle let go of Silas's hand to fling open a large pair of golden doors, flooding the hall with light.

"Here we are!" She announced chipperly, waving Silas through the entrance.

Silas balked after taking one step forward, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright sunshine.

He was standing in a huge room with what had to be thousands of plants everywhere -- every kind of exotic flower and plant imaginable, a dazzling array of colors exploding from all over the place.

There were several elegant walkways made of stone, and on either side big, long pots rested, overflowing with nature and life growing in moist soil.

The walls and roof of the place were made of glass and wood -- an indoor garden, he quickly realized. Though it was easily the biggest one he'd ever seen. With pots hanging from the wooden beams in the ceiling, pots with draping vines on the walls -- it was perfection at its finest. Such a beautiful sight seemed unfitting for this world.

"This estate has a massive garden, as you can see. I love to hang out here and relax when I'm stressed, or bored -- or for any reason, really," Annabelle explained. "It's my happy place paradise. I enjoy tending to the plants and bringing beauty to the world. Peaceful, isn't it?"

Silas couldn't speak -- he was too busy gaping in utter amazement and awe, taking it all in piece by piece. He'd rarely ever been outside with his old master -- but here, with the sunshine warming his scarred face through the glass roof, the dozens of sweet smells coming off the flowers--

It was the most peaceful place he'd ever been.

"Come -- I'll show you some of my favorites." Annabelle walked away with a light skip in her step, and Silas followed, shoulders drawn back and eyes wide as he soaked up the experience, savoring every last second of it.

"Here--" Annabelle stopped in front of a cluster of pots with tiny greens barely poking up from the dirt, life reaching for the sun. "These are going to be tiger lilies when they grow up."

She pointed to another pot, this one holding a short green-leafed plant with purple flowers. "African Violet. Those ones can be hard to take care of sometimes and are easy to accidentally overwater if you're not careful, but with some dedicated care I've made them flourish. Finicky little plants, they are. Ooh! And over here--" she excitedly tugged Silas to another part of the garden full of gorgeous roses of every size and color.

Silas didn't even know roses could be some of the colors he was seeing.

Annie tsked under her breath, looking like she was searching for something specific as she scanned through the roses with her eyes. "Ah--here they are!"

Silas watched curiously as Annie carefully shifted a rose bush to the side, reaching past it to grab something.

When she leaned back, she held a single rose in her hand -- one with rich purple petals and dark green stalk.

"This is my absolute favorite flower in this entire garden," Annie giggled, handing it to him by the stem.

Silas took it in his hand with utmost care, treating it like it was made of glass as he held it to his chest and stared down into the rose's center, awestruck.

"I've been working for years to create a true purple rose," Annie rambled excitedly. "They don't technically exist -- except for here. There's only one real purple rose bush in the entire world, and it's right here in this garden. The product of my labors." She smiled proudly.

Remarkable, Silas thought, but didn't say out loud. He was filled with a childish sense of wonder, like he was seeing the world for the first time.

He ran the pads of his fingers over the thornless stem of the rose, marveling at the rough texture. It was rough in the way his old clothes had been, scratchy and uncomfortable and--

Don't go there, Silas scolded himself. Enjoy the moment. Don't let the past ruin this.

His thoughts quieted at his command, and he trailed obediently after Annabelle as she rushed from place to place, pointing and spouting off flower names Silas would never remember and facts about each kind.

Silas just nodded along, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Annabelle was... different from anyone he'd encountered in his miserable life. She was treating him like he was just another regular person, like he wasn't a giant monster to be feared and run away from. Like he somehow mattered in this place.

Ever since she'd purchased him from Austin at the party he'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop -- bracing himself for when it would all change and the kind treatment would stop. When he'd be forced to work himself raw or perform in cage fights for revenue or be a still piece of art in a gallery.

But the catch hadn't come. And he was starting to wonder if it ever would. Or if... if maybe... just maybe... Annabelle would choose to keep him like this, well-fed and rested.

It seemed too good to be true.

It didn't make sense to him, to keep him alive without a valid reason. Annabelle wasn't allowing him to earn his keep while he recovered from his injuries, turning him down whenever he offered. She was being kind to him and not expecting him to return the favor.

Silas had a hard time wrapping his head around it.

"...Silas?"

Annabelle's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and back to the present.

Shoot. He'd drifted off and hadn't been paying attention and the punishment would be so severe and--

"Are you feeling okay?" Annie frowned up at him, worry dancing across her lovely features.

Silas blinked. What?

"I am tremendously sorry, miss Annabelle," he apologized with a wince, quickly bowing his head to his chest in a show of submission. "I didn't mean to lose focus like that. Please accept my humblest apology. I will accept whatever consequence you wish upon me."

Annabelle gave him a strange look he couldn't read, and he licked his lips nervously.

"I already told you you wouldn't be punished in this place," she said patiently. "I am good to my word. I'm not going to hurt you for daydreaming. That would be outrageous."

Silas glanced her way in surprise before dropping his eyes back to the ground at his feet.

“Was I boring you?” Annabelle asked.

Silas nearly had a panic attack. He hated questions like this – he never knew how he was supposed to answer. And with his old master, he always got it wrong, apparently. Or his master would punish him either way.

Yes. No. Maybe? Kind of. No, no, wasn't boring–

Silas hadn't realized how hard he'd stiffened up until Annabelle touched his arm in concern.

“Is it too overwhelming being out here?” She asked.

��No–it's not–” Silas tripped over his words. “I'm just… not used to feeling like this,” he settled upon, holding his breath in anticipation of Annie's response.

"Warm? And happy?" Annabelle offered.

Silas nodded rigidly.

"Well, it's about time that changed for you," the young girl snorted in a laugh. "You'll get used to it eventually. This gets to be your life now -- warm and happy and content."

Silas tried for a laugh of his own, but it came out shaky and edged with anxiety.

Annie was nice enough not to point it out.

She walked over to the other side of the massive garden, where a rope was hanging with pristinely cut, upside-down flowers tied to it.

"I like to preserve some of the flowers before they die, so I can frame them and enjoy them forever -- even though their colors slightly fade and petals wrinkle during the drying process," she explained, untying a small foxglove to place I'm Silas's hand.

Silas stared down at it -- the dried foxglove in one hand, and the purple rose in the other. Both beautiful in their own unique ways. One a symbol of life, and the other, death.

Annabelle pulled out a wooden box from a hidden spot Silas hadn't noticed before, hidden as it was by draping vines, and she opened it to pull out a large picture frame.

In it were a bunch of dried flowers clustered together, all kinds of varieties made into a stunning bouquet.

"This is what I really wanted to show you -- these are the kind of projects I love doing in my free time. Even though most people would consider these flowers no longer useful, I can make art from them." She smiled at Silas -- a bright, shining gesture that crinkled the edges of her eyes.

"My point is, even something dry and withered can be made into something beautiful."

"Are you saying I'm dry and withered?" Silas rumbled.

Annabelle's face slackened in shock. "Did you just make... a joke?" She wanted to squeal in excitement at the small accomplishment -- the first sign of Silas risking coming out of his shell.

But Silas took a wary half-step back when she shifted her full attention onto him, a look of pure, unbridled terror flashing across his face, as though he'd just made a horrible mistake.

"I'm so sorry, miss Annabelle -- I didn't mean for that to slip out -- it won't happen again--"

"Silas," Annabelle interrupted with a laugh. "I'm not angry. Quite the opposite, in fact. I like seeing this side of you. Like seeing you make your own choices -- and I had no idea you had a sense of humor!" She let out another delighted laugh. "I look forward to getting to know you better -- and who knows, I could make a normal person of you yet."

Silas blinked, looking stunned like she had just slapped him across the face.

"You're not... angry?" He echoed in disbelief. "But -- I-I spoke without being spoken to--"

"That's why I'm happy, goof." Annabelle nudged him playfully with an arm, ignoring how he winced in fear. "You did that on your own without me promoting you to talk. That's what I was hoping for. It's a good start to giving you a happier, less fear-ridden lifestyle."

Silas stared blankly at her, then broke out into a hesitant, shaky smile, the first Annabelle had ever seen from him.

"Thank you, miss Annabelle, for the compliment," he said gratefully.

"You deserve it," Annabelle replied.

Silas's ears turned pink, and Annie realized with great amusement that he was actually blushing. His sudden shyness was hilarious.

They spent several hours in the garden, smelling the flowers and enjoying the peace and quiet, and Annabelle even managed to show Silas how to plant bulbs.

Silas had been absolutely ecstatic, and was terrible at hiding it when Annabelle included him in the planting process. He'd been eager to dig into the soil with his hands, and treated each bulb with utmost care when he handled them.

And the longer they spent together, the more Annie saw his guard lower, watched him cautiously relax around her.

It was good progress. And this was the most fun Annabelle had had in ages, with how restrictive her parents were in what activities she partook in.

She was determined to make a friend out of Silas, for her own sake and sanity as well as his. They could both use a friend.

⏪️ Back Next ⏩️

Masterlist

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[betterthanthemovies]

2025 reading log:

it’s a love story - annabelle monaghan

intermezzo - sally rooney

animal farm - george orwell

all the bright places - jennifer niven

the house of my mother - shari franke

magnolia parks: the long way home - jessa hastings

the consequences of falling - liliana rose hastings (reread)

beg, borrow, or steal - sarah adams

i’ll paint you a sunset someday - bex alexander

play along - liz tomforde

exes and o’s - amy lea

whirlwind - kayla grosse

the favorites - layne fargo

unsteady - peyton corinne

twilight - stephenie meyer

well, actually - mazey eddings

reckless - elsie silver

deep end - ali hazelwood

the comeback - ella berman

the clique - lisi harrison (reread)

promise me sunshine - cara bastone

funny story - emily henry (reread)

wild eyes - elsie silver

say you’ll remember me - abby jimenez

the hunger games - suzanne collins

the five people you meet in heaven - mitch albom

adult children of emotionally immature parents - lindsay c. gibson

hopeless - elsie silver

i loved you first - charlotte leonor

rewind it back - liz tomforde

the consequences of falling - liliana hastings (reread)

releasing 10 - chloe walsh

meet me in another life - catriona silver

beartown - fredrik backman

the conditions of will - jessa hastings

[stevenrogered]

now that we're officially in Q2 (for all you working folk out there lol), here's my fav romance novels released in 2025 so far in no particular order as I know some people were interested in my recs (note a couple of these aren't out yet)

Not Safe for Work by Nisha Tuli (review) It's A Love Story by Annabel Monaghan (review) Promise Me Sunshine by Cara Bastone (review) Takes One to Know One by Lissette Decos (review) The Other Lata by Kirthana Ramisetti (review) Insignificant Others by Sarah Jio (review) Celebrity Crush by Christy Swift (review) Never Planned on You by Lindsay Hammeroff (review) Beg, Borrow, or Steal by Sarah Adams (review) There's Something About Mira by Sonali Dev (review) Flirting With Disaster by Naina Kumar (review) Any Trope But You by Victoria Lavine (review) The Big Fix by Holly James (review) The Love Haters by Katherine Center (review)