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And if yearning had a shape, it wouldlook an awful lot like me.▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ small town romance! Graceland, Georgia. A town where spotted cattle graze and home is always for certain. Where the girl crowned homecoming queen bleeds for the boy with old money veins and wandering eyes. That girl blossoms like she's expected to, bleeding heart and all, just to wither beneath the man oozing green and gold. It's too late to go back, but it's never too late to try again. Junia ( June ) Driscoll was homegrown royalty. Her small town notoriety was meant to carve out a pathway to her undoubted success. Her husband, her high school sweetheart, a star athlete, and successful investment banker, had given the girl all she could have imagined. However, the dream had since become a total nightmare. All that is shadowed is brought to light when she agrees to star in a segment disguised as a Mother's Day tribute on a popular talk program, in which her closest friend confesses to having an affair with her husband. Heart corrupted, she chooses not to be left alone in spite of herself. With her small daughter, Pearl, in tow, she forges a route back to the place where everything is comforted by love and lillies. There, she hopes to mend the pieces of her broken heart. Bit by nauseating bit. What she hadn't anticipated was to reconcile with an old friend turned brief flame clad in consolation whose heart had nearly bled him dry. Their shared gloom soon begins to fade, playing host to luminescence. And in that glimmer of light, of what was then, what was now, and of what was to come-that, was where eternity began to flow. ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2024 BOOK ONE of FOUR written by april COVER by the amazing @aastratta ❤︎…

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The worst part of love is that I remember it. I walk around all day thinking: I'm going to die in the universe you loved me in. I get so jealous of euthanized dogs.▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ small town romance! In the quiet corners of a Southern town, some hearts break quietly, and others bleed their way back to love. Lucienne Evans has spent her whole life in Graceland, tucked behind the bar she built with her own two hands and the walls she put up around her heart. Raised by an aunt and uncle whose marriage was all lies and apologies, Lucy doesn't do love stories. What she does believe in is loyalty, and no one has been more loyal than August Driscoll. Her best friend. Her safe place. Her almost. August, June's twin and the boy who's always known Lucy better than anyone, has spent years flying in and out of her life. Literally. A commercial pilot with roots too deep to cut, he's loved Lucy in the quiet way only best friends can-patiently, wordlessly, and without ever asking for more. Until now. When a new woman-a flight attendant with no history and no hesitation-enters August's life, Lucy is forced to face what she's spent years avoiding. The truth that she might've always loved him, too. But some realizations come too late, and this winter, Graceland is colder than ever. ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2024 BOOK THREE of FOUR written by april COVER by the amazing @aastratta ❤︎…

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If I have to suffer, it may as wellbe at your hands. Your pretty hands.▍ AN ORIGINAL ╱ small town romance! In Graceland, strength looks like keeping your head down and your heart walled off. Sawyer Driscoll knows this well. As a young father, small-town lawyer, and volunteer firefighter, he's the one people rely on. The one who never falls apart. But after the death of his grandfather, the man who helped raise him and taught him how to be steady, something in Sawyer began to quietly rot. He doesn't speak of the migraines that creep in like storm fronts or the way loss has hollowed out more than just his home. He doesn't ask for help. Not until Calla Amos steps in. Calla has always been the kind of woman who stays-the kind who tends to the wounds no one else will look at. But even healers have their breaking points. After leaving her nursing job just a few miles out of town, she's returned to Graceland with quieter eyes and scars she doesn't name. Taking a job as Sawyer's nanny isn't part of some grand plan. It's a means of survival. A chance to feel useful, to keep going. What begins as an arrangement born of convenience slowly becomes something more... a shared quiet, a fragile trust, the slow thaw between two people who've learned to expect the worst. But grief lingers, and so does shame. And sometimes, love doesn't bloom right away. Sometimes it festers. Sometimes it has to rot before anything good can grow. ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2024 BOOK TWO of FOUR written by april COVER by the amazing @aastratta ❤︎…

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My lovely little dove, please don't leave. Whatever you want you can have here, too-with me-we can share it. You're always leaving. Please stop leaving, it kills me every time.▍ AN ORIGINAL ╱ small town romance! ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2024 BOOK FOUR of FOUR written by april COVER by the amazing @aastratta ❤︎…

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Strange house we must keep and fill. House that eats, and pleads, and kills.▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ historical romantic melodrama! Cape Iris was swathed in lilacs and lilies. A small land of pure fragrance. A honey scene of air soft dandelion tuffs encased by a large pool of Himalayan salt and ivory sand beaches. The Chevaliers ruled that place. (The Chevaliers ruled the world.) Whispers were harsh, tones full of lead at the mention of the Chevaliers wealth. They were gold emblemed, star-studded, but there was something about them. Something the world raised their necks, clearing the ears, eager to know. What do you know about the Chevaliers? Nothing. No one knows a thing. Some said the father had multiple wives. Some said the mother had a lobotomy. Some said the son had a drug problem. Some said the daughter murdered the Lowry boy. But everyone talks. So does money. And the Chevalier's had a lot of it. But no one could pay Killian Alcott, esteemed writer, enough to keep his fingers off the typewriter and his prying eyes away from the Chevalier's that dreaded Summer of 1954. But there was one Chevalier in particular that left an impression. Call it a mark. A wound within flesh. A narrowed confession only spoken between two. And that single impression doomed the Chevalier name. Isn't that the best part of a story? The tragedy. ❪ m!oc & m!oc ❫ ❪ f!oc & m!oc ❫ 𓊝 written by april PEARLJARS © 2024…

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If the horror is inside of you, how doyou get it out? Know this [...] in some wayyou're already dead.▍ OBX AU ╱ ˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ❪ f!oc & m!mc ❫ ❪ feat m!oc & f!mc ❫ PEARLJARS © 2025 written by april…

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Barefoot and sun-dazed,I bite into this ripe peach of a month.▍ OBX AU ╱ ˖°𓇼𓂃 𓈒𓏸 ❪ multiple oc's ❫ PEARLJARS © 2025 written by april…

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Fame is a poison most would drink happilydespite the warning of a slow, and miserabledeath.▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ romantic melodrama! ❪ multiple oc's ❫ written by april PEARLJARS © 2025…

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Do you still believe myths can save you? Foolish creature. Let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.▍ AN ORIGINAL STORY ╱ psychological thriller! ❪ multiple oc's ❫ written by april PEARLJARS © 2025…