❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

"beautifully dark, thought provoking, and heartfelt. moonlight is one of those rare eye-opening short stories that display just how cruel the reality really is." -archertypes ( aka officialfuryevans), author of #1 short stories cinderelliot, hate line, and miss delivery girl. he was just a boy who knew too much, who saw too much, who hurt too much. WINNER OF THE 2017 FICTION AWARDS ||cover made by @archertypes|| {highest rank: #34 s.s.}

(COMPLETED | UNDER EDITING) Fresh out of college, Veronica Odair is hired as a forensic scientist at the infamous B.E.A.R. Laboratories. She is put to work on the classified Tekula Project, but certain events lead her to question her job. What is so dangerous about Level 5? Why do her tests come back increasingly strange? What secrets are B.E.A.R. Laboratories hiding? Veronica plans to find out. ▪▪▪ Brown eyes, nearly obscured by rich locks of dark hair, stare into my light green ones with an intensity which nearly causes my knees to wobble. I can hear nothing but the thudding of my heart beating wildly in my chest, the sounds of the sirens turning into white noise at the back of my mind. I back up until my spine connects with the elevator doors. I shiver as my bare arms come in contact with the cool metal. "Someone help me, please," I beg. The man stalks closer still. His eyes are fixed solely on me, unmoving, intense. His fists are clutched tightly against his sides, as though restraining himself in some way. Restraining himself from what, I don't want to know. The man stops only an arm's length away from me. I stare up at him with wide eyes, my lips parted in fear. I stand frozen, unable to move. I shut my eyes, turning my head away. Laboured breathing, the touch of fingertips on my bare shoulder, breath on my lips. A heavy, deep inhale. Slow exhale. A forehead against mine, shaky hands cupping the back of my neck, fingertips sliding into my red locks. My eyes open to meet the warmest pair of honey eyes. Cover by AnnaCharles16 #4 in ROMANCE? THE HECK? #2 in Werewolf #1 in Young Adult #1 in Lycanthrope ~ ~ ~ Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

#01 in vampire [10.07.2017] #01 in fantasyfiction [14.03.2021] #2 in Prestige awards #03 in thriller [28.05.2018] #02 in romance [04.10.2018] I can sense him, I can smell him.He comes here every night but I am scared to face him. Who is he? what does he want ? I sense him coming closer to my bed. I held my breath and shut my eyes tight my face under my arms. " I know,you know that i am here. I know you are awake " his deep voice said. I feel his breath on the back of my neck,it sent shivers down my spine. "Why are you so scared? I can hear your heart thumping wildly" he whispers near my ear. I feel a hand on my lower back where my tank top exposes a little skin of my back. I jump out of my bed and turn around to face him for the first time. My face pales remembering him.. He is same as before yet so change... He is the one who is coming here every night? My eyes widen. No no no... "You!!??" I shriek.. He chuckles and stalks toward me like an animal to it's prey. I move backwards then suddenly my back hits my bed side table. He puts both of his hands on the table,trapping me between them. He inches his face closer to my ear , on instant i close my eyes. "Me" he whispers .. uh-oh I am dead.... ************************************ When the past comes back with some secrets,what will you do ? Run to it or run away. A/N : © ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED so before copying think about the consequences you will get by the crime. This book is my own imagination it's characters are my own creation. So don't copy it. And also this book is under editing process. I hope you enjoy my book. Happy reading!

Tags, rants and my unlife (aka lack of a life) for you to enjoy.

Storm in a teacup: The perfect description of my life. Lots of tea and the storms inside my head. A collection of short stories and poems for contents. Feel free to take a glance at the crazy world inside my head. Just a warning: We're all mad here.

I'm tired of how much hate there is on Wattpad. It's time to spread some love instead.

To most it would sound like something out of a SciFi movie; something that belongs in the distant future, but in Cape Town, South Africa it is a reality: We are nearly out of water. Best rank: 634 in non-fiction on 8 February 2018

Early one spring morning, Luna tumbles down a rabbit hole. An ordinary day she was going to spend painting quickly becomes something extraordinary. In a strange world with even stranger creatures and a mysterious boy, she finds herself growing curiouser and curiouser with every minute.

Elita has always stood out in a crowd, and not only because of her immense height. She lives with her aunt and longs for the weekends and holidays when she can spend time with her mum. She is beyond excited when she can attend her mum's school and see her every day. Things don't go completely as planned. She finds that as time passes she fits in less and less and one day her mum decides enough is enough: she must move to the school at which her father works. This was originally posted as a fanfiction I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2016, but I'm now rewriting it as an original work set in Khubelu, the same world as Souldier for Camp NaNoWriMo in April 2018. It's set after Souldier and in a completely different city so it's not necessary to read that first.