Mari Turner's life is simple after college: return to the tiny family farm and look after the animals while working at a local bookstore. She’s a firm believer of magic in books and legend, but it doesn’t exist in her reality until a walking, talking fairy tale calls her a Piper’s child, and spirits her away to his ice palace. In a fit of unbridled courage – or stupidity, she’s not sure – she makes Jack Frost a challenge his pride can’t refuse: be human, with everything that comes with it. The prize is Mari’s eternity – she’ll either spend it without interacting with him again or she’ll live forever in the pixie world by his side and give up all she’s ever known. With Jack as a flesh and blood mortal, she digs deeper into his legend to get a better understanding of the man frozen in time, and discovers the darker side to the stories that shaped her childhood. From the Pied Piper who stole children instead of banishing rats and the rest of the winter pixies – including Jack’s sister, and their centuries-old feud – to her dead father’s legacy and her evolving relationship with Jack himself, Mari finds human life is much more interconnected with the pixie world than it once looked. But at the end of the winter there can only be one winner, and everything Mari knows and holds dear hinges on Jack Frost’s ability to be human – including understanding his own thawing heart.

*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

[The Mr Series #1] ❝oh, you silly girl. didn't they ever tell you?... rich boys don't have hearts.❞ Don't speak to them. Don't go near them. Don't breathe within 3 feet of them. The prestigious Attwood Academy was home only to the richest and most regal teenagers not only in Britain, but in the entire world. However, there is a particular group that separate themselves from the rest; only the most admired, most sought after group, and they don't want 'commoners' to pollute their air. The Elites. They could end you without even touching you. That's why Jolie stayed away... sort of. ___ COMPLETED p.s. this is the first draft and so I will be thoroughly editing it (eventually) (BOOK #1.5 IN THE MR SERIES IS ON MY PROFILE)

In middle school Katsuki and Izuku did something. 😉. Then 3months later Deku stopped going to school for a year. They both acted as if nothing happened and Bakugou carried on bullying deku and they both got into UA. Deku has his own quirks but because of how powerful they were he kept it secret, as to not hurt people but he got bullied for being 'quirkless'. 😭 Izuku became a singer after his 'disappearance' to get money to support his family. ☺️. (Such a sweet child.) Katsuki doesn't know why Deku suddenly disappeared and he didn't care, until one day in UA. 😝 (Completed, but not good. I wrote all of it in under a day, sooooo yeah.) 🤣 Number 1 -'singerdeku. -19th July 2020. 🥰 Number 4 -'bakudeku'. -29th July 2020. 😳 Number 1 -'Bakudeku'. -31st july 2020. 🤩

࿐ྂ ✧ y/n is in her second year of college. being sick of the forms can your father gets you a penthouse which was too large for you to stay alone. your cousin; Iwaizumi recommends you to get a roommate- only for it to be the person you least want to be with, or even see. all you wanted was a normal 2nd year at University...but i guess he's not going to let you have that ✧ before you read this fanfic, please know that a lot of the characters, mostly oikawa is TOXIC (and yandere-ish). if you cannot handle abuse, sexual themes or vulgar language then this fanfic is not for you! complete CNC! 「 based on the show: the vampire diaries 」

࿐ྂ ✧ life is complicated. love is complicated. y/n was just a regular average twenty-four year old trying to survive in the idol industry along with other singers, dancers, and actors. her career was going well...until they had came into it. her love life was already complicated enough...but this was different. ✧ before you read this fanfic, please know that a lot of the characters, mostly suna and akaashi is TOXIC. if you cannot handle abuse, sexual themes or vulgar language then this fanfic is not for you! complete CNC! 「 based on the song: close by nick jonas 」

❝You can't throw a girl the wrong signal and expect her to not follow.❞ 7:00 pm to 8:30 pm. An hour and a half, things can change. And Zara never imagined falling in love with Pierre. A risk that she took. ~ Z A R A ~ A course of a couple of weeks, an hour and a half, our short story became a story on my bookshelf. I've always been a risk-taker, I knew I'd be hurt if things went wrong, and I was stirring up a recipe of a broken heart. He was the risk I took. | #17 ss | Beautiful cover by: @StrangerSights

Hey this is Adrian. I had a good time on our date today :) :Me too! This is going to be such a cute story to tell our kids in the future! OUR KIDS? :Oh don't worry, we'll obviously have them after we get married. WE'RE GONNA GET MARRIED? :Yeah that's what people who're in love do! WE ARE IN LOVE? :What did you think that eye contact we had for 3 seconds meant? You know what, you're right. :What? In fact let's get married tommorow! :ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND? ---------------------------------------------- Maybe getting fake-numbered isn't so bad after all. ---------------------------------------------- A short story written in dialogue/text form. ---------------------------------------------- Maybe someday? :) :Maybe someday :) ---------------------------------------------- Highest ranks: #1 in short story #1 in dialogue #3 in humor #6 in teen fiction #7 in young adult #27 in love #5 in funny

"I love how innocent you act, but I know you're not." **************************** My dad had given me a simple journal that I thought I'd never use. When I found out he died in a car crash, that next week, I decided to start writing all my feelings in it because I'm not really good at expressing them verbally. My journal was full of decent thoughts... Well some were decent, Until I met Dillon Taylor. He was the cocky, annoying, loud mouthed boy next door that wouldn't turn his music down if the queen of England walked in his room. So one night, I finished my diary entry and fell asleep. I left the window open because it was hot. Bad idea. I heard some fiddling in my room so I turned on my lamp. Only to see that annoying boy from next door's body was halfway out my room window-- with my diary in his hand.

I was surprised when she ran her hands down my abs, almost to the waist band of my pants. "Mila," I warned, watching her bite back a smile. There was unmistakable tension around us and I had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. I stared down at her, watching the sultry look on her face. "What are you doing to me," I muttered, resting my forehead against hers. I barely had a chance to blink before her lips were pressed against mine. My hands found their way to her hips, gripping them tightly as she tugged at my hair. Spinning her around, I pinned her against the wall. It felt like my lungs were going to burst as I pulled away, breathing hard. Mila gazed up at me, her eyes glazed over and cheeks pink. She reached up, wiping what I'm assuming was her lipstick from my lips. I couldn't help but lean down and press my lips against hers again. It was almost as if I was addicted to the way she fit against my body. "Ajax, we're both drunk," she gasped as I bit down on her ear gently. We could deal with the consequences later. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- TW: Mentions of Anxiety, Depression, and some suicidal thoughts Some Mature content - I'll put a warning before ;) Highest ranking in Romance - #8 12/20 Highest ranking in Dance - #1 12/22