[Part 1 | Completed ✓] Allea's life can be summed up in one word; waste. Looking back all she saw was a girl running behind things, things that never belonged to her. The thought of having another chance never crossed her mind, yet here she was. Staring at the reflection of her sixteen-year-old self, the time when Allea, herself, started it all. //Rebirth// /Warning;/Use of profanities./ ┉ [Ruji: Please know that my knowledge lacks, so there might be mistakes, go easy on me. Please no hate/ shit-talking in the comments. Thank you!] [ I, Ruji, take no credits of pictures or art of any kind used inside this book, all credits go to the rightful owners.] This work is only published here on wattpad and Inkitt, and all rights are under @itsrujihere. [Disclaimer: This work is only published on watt/pad and In-kitt under profile: itsrujihere. The complete rights of the work: Allea belongs under this profile and Ruji. If you're reading [Allea] on some platform other than watt/pad(Unless I, Ruji, say so) then, I'm pretty sure they are stealing my work (i.e, a site that's name start with novel), please don't support the thief.]

There lived a handsome prince engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world. Despite her beauty, she failed to capture the prince's heart. Instead, the prince fell for a rather average woman who also captured the heart of the cold, Second Prince. Blinded by jealousy, the beautiful woman was eventually killed by the Second Prince. The lesson of this story emphasizes that looks aren't everything, and what really matters is the 'true beauty' inside a person's heart. Yeon-Woo is a middle aged woman in her late 30s. After she passes away from a plane incident with her loving husband, she wakes up as Celine, the beautiful woman who is fated to die. As Yeon-Woo rewrites her story, she learns how to heal and love again. DISCLAIMER: although the story is mine, the art was not done by me!

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The Devil's den; a notorious hangout for high school seniors, computer geniuses and competitive gamers. And a home to the most feared hacker between the students. Not the place for an innocent young highschooler to find themselves in. Francy's oldest brother is one to be a regular and he made her swear neither she nor his other siblings would ever under any circumstances come near that place. But when Francy's cat gets into a painting accident, she rushes to her nearest brother for help, straight into the Devil's den. Only instead of her brother, she meets the Devil himself. And just so it happens he has a soft spot for cats.

Rhysand, Everything is in here. I'm sorry I stole them. Your hoodie, your cologne, your earrings, your college shirt and all your other shirts, your watch. The key to this house. I'm not giving you back your lighter. Here's a lollipop instead. If I forgot anything, let me know. - Andy

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***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

"You want to know what I think of you?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I smirked in a confident manner and nodded, eager to hear his answer. He took a brief pause and his heated gaze lingered on my face. "I think you are a privileged, spoilt brat who needs to realize that the world doesn't revolve around her." He added and a frown appeared on my forehead. Nobody had dared to talk to me in such degrading manner and I wasn't going to let this guy change it. ...... Zoey Crawford and Travis Anderson apparently go to the same school but their worlds are too far apart from each other. While she belongs to the "privileged" part of the society, he and his friends belongs to the "not-so-privileged" one. In the three years of high school, she never acknowledged him so what happens in the senior year that changed it all? Let's find out.

I took a sip of my drink and then felt a presence beside me and I turn to look. "You don't give up do you," I stated. "No, I don't. You look like you need some company" He mocked. "Well, I don't." I reach for my purse in my bag and took out $35 dollars. "Hey, Steve, here's my bill. Keep the change." I smile as I place the money on the counter for the bartender to take it up. I turn back to my unwanted stalker. "I'm going home." "To an empty bed?" "No to my dog and her puppies." "So much better company than talking to me, I guess." "Oh, yeah. So much better." He shakes his head. "You have a great night," I said standing up from the stool. "How can I when you're not coming home with me?" he smirks. "If you look around there are many single, desperate woman ready to take your offer." "I don't want a single, desperate woman." "Well lucky for you, they are married women here as well." Previously Known as 'Dial S for Sex'

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.