Going by the name of Olivia Aim - a 22-year-old woman. She was an orphan and had been living in the slums, often killing and stealing to survive. She then got a job as an assassin for the government at the age of 15. Earning millions when she kills a target. Olivia soon picks up the skills of a hacker and became an insanely good one at that despite learning it only after a few months. What can I say? She was a prodigy, a genius at that. An assassin at night and a hacker at day. But the way she dies...was quite..ridiculous if I have to say so myself. (After all, I did make her die.) A bright lit computer screen in front, showing a famous otome game being played. And her? Face palmed on the keyboard, drooling and snoring. Then, Lighting decided to strike her at that very moment. And she died. ______________________________________ This story is purely fictional and my original work. Cover Credit: Zaku6854 - Twitter [This book is my first book so the writing isn't very good, just to clear it up.] All pictures presented in the story and the cover does not belong to me and belongs to their original owners. If you want your picture to be taken down, please DM me. Thank you.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.

WATTYS 2022 SHORTLIST EDITOR'S CHOICE -- SEPTEMBER 2021 EXCLUSIVE CHAPTERS AND WRITER'S REVEAL CONTENT AVAILABLE - NOT A PAID STORY Appearances can be deceiving. What if the Bad Boy wasn't so bad and the good girl wasn't quite so good? Kelly Wankum has an unfortunate last name and even worse luck. By the tender age of twenty-three, she's broken her tailbone, thumb, her nose, hip, and now her rib. It wouldn't be so bad if she could say something funny like, "I broke myself on a stripper pole" or "I was mugged in a Walmart parking lot." That would actually be believable, right? Instead, she breaks her rib reaching for a ball of yarn. Even worse, everyone knows she's so accident prone, she could sneeze and lose a tooth. They'd probably bet on her swallowing it in a pancake. Oh wait, she's done that too. Another trip to the Urgent Care has the doctors shaking their heads, offering to pray for her health while new, sexy Doctor Blake Cole immediately gets off on the wrong foot. Months after their first encounter, Blake and Kelly meet again by chance. After inadvertantly humiliating her, Blake tries to set things straight and make it up to her. The problem is, Blake's lifestyle is painfully different, and Kelly can't help imagining him like every bad boy she's ever read about online. Can Blake convince her to give him a chance and prove he's actually a good guy? **This story is set in the present and the pandemic is part of the narrative.** --Cover by AnnieRosebud-- ©2020, 2022

A peasant makes a deal with a forbidden magic wielder - steal the strongest soul in the empire in return for a wish. When she begins to fall for the man it belongs to, she must select between his life and her own. ❧ A dangerous bargain. A forbidden romance. One chance to succeed. Enchanters have been chased down for centuries by the Ashaban Empire, loathed for the destructive powers they source from magical items. The matter is of little interest to Yumi, a cloth washer - until one of them, Erhan, rescues her from certain death and demands the strongest soul in the empire as the price. Swept across the country to the palace, she is tasked with the impossible; steal the soul of a disgraced family's heir, Zhen, who strives to regain his house's honor by claiming the throne. In return, Yumi will get one wish. Yet her near-death experience has left its stigma on her; an enchanter's power she can barely control - a power that alarms both the Empire and the enchanter rebellion opposing it. Torn amidst a fight she never chose, Yumi must choose between magic and mortality; freedom and duty; Erhan and Zhen. The price of failure? Her own life. ❧ Stunning cover by @lavendareyes (Note: this is a first draft and a work in progress! Edits will come along once the first draft is finished so bare with me.)

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Everything that Eve touches dies: people, dreams, relationships. If Eve comes near it, it comes to ruin. Life wasn't supposed to be this way though. Being a healer was supposed to be easy and fun. That's how her mother made it look. Eve was warned to be careful what she asked for, because power always comes at a price. But, when tragedy strikes her family, all Eve can think to do is ask for the gift she always wanted, and her request is granted. Now that Eve finally has the gift and all that comes with it, her life changes in unexpected, and terrifying ways. As a woman, all Eve wants is to return the gift to its sender, whoever that may be. This is part one of a series following the life of Eve Adams, a woman with the gift of healing.

[Completed] A short shoujo fluff Modern Chinese story. Wen Jia was a doctor at a hospital with a floor dubbed "Hell's Floor". The thing that made Hell's Floor different from other floors was that every patient at Hell's Floor acted as if they were from a cliché Chinese drama. Lost memories, evil stepsisters, swapped at birth revelations... You name it, the doctors and nurses at Hell's Floor had seen it. Hence, when Wen Jia was sent there to be an attending doctor for one of the patients, she wasn't very keen. A short fluff novel. *art not mine

I was transmigrated inside a book. I am a character that was not mentioned even in a single, measly line, the existence of my character was worse than a supporting character or a villainess. I didn't have any information about it. But it didn't really matter, since I don't really care. The point here is that I am not even a significant character yet the villain kidnapped me! You're supposed to kidnap the heroine! He's not even acknowledging that he kidnapped the wrong person! "I'm telling you that you kidnapped the wrong person!" "Scram. This is the only way I can get even with him. Aren't you tired of lying at this point?" How petty! Have a duel or competition with the male lead instead of kidnapping a person! "I already told you months ago. You really got the wrong person!" "I see. But you can't do anything about it anymore. Stay here. We're accomplices now." What the hell?!

Antigone Katsaros was born and raised in a cult. Now, at eighteen, she doesn't know what wifi is, but she's well-versed in the old gods. [A Wattpad featured story.]

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