Johanna is a villain, but only because she has to be. Being a hero doesn't pay the bills. But when she dives into the world of heroes and villains, she finds that she hates the system. Nobody is who they say they are. It isn't until her mother is taken from a mysterious part of her past, and a retired hero comes back to face his enemy again, that Johanna is forced to become a hero. How will she get her mother back? And what will she discover along the way? Cover by @All_AboutAssymetry 11/30/16 - #583 in Adventure 12/02/16 - #354 in Adventure 6/28/17 - #274 in Adventure 6/29/17 - #171 in Adventure 7/1/17 - #133 in Adventure 10/22/17 - #110 in Adventure 4/22/18 - #33 in Adventure

When the sun goes down, the gravestone statues in Willow Hills Cemetery come to life--including Gretta. As a granite guardian of the dead, it's her job to make sure her charge--the snarky, hot-headed, lesbian spirit Quinn Rivera--crosses over and finds spiritual peace. But that's a little hard to do when Quinn's twin brother Jason blames himself for her premature death. And for Quinn to agree to cross over, he must learn the truth of her accidental passing and the bipolar episodes that led her to shut him out beforehand. But reaching out to the living is against the rules, and to break them would mean facing the most power-hungry and terrifying spirit of all: Death. *** Inspired by 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘥𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 (but not a retelling), Willow Hills is a southern gothic story with paranormal/horror elements. 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥) C/W: Gore, some violence, and light to moderate swearing. Neurodiverse and LGBT #ownvoice rep.

"Uhm.. Sir? Can I help you?" I mumble while staring at him. He breaks out into a huge grin, the kind of grin you see on little kids when they get their favorite toy. He reaches out to me, and I start to fall backwards trying to move away. He latches onto my elbow, pulling me into his chest. He inhales deeply, mumbling something I can't hear. Before everything goes black. "This is turning into a good night after all.." ------------------------------------------------------- This is a dark horror romance about a young woman named Layla. Trying to escape her past, she flees to another city, hoping for a fresh start. Little does she know, that was her biggest mistake. That is where he sees her for the first time. And he will stop at nothing to make her his. His murderous obsession for her knows no bounds. What will she do when she finds herself trapped in his clutches?

Trust. Somewhere we all trust our best friends more than our family. But what if they take your trust for granted and crush it?! ××××××××ו×××××××× "Where is your brother's bride?" Rumika locked her eyes with Akshita's eyes. "In front of me!" Akshita replied looking straight into her eyes. "Don't play games with me Akshita...we both know that you are the one behind Anjali's sudden disappearance." Rumika took a step angrily. "Yeah... I'm the one who kidnapped Anjali Kapoor. So?" Akshita replied raising an eyebrow. "Where She Is?" Rumika asked taking a step towards Akshita. "I'm not some killer or monster who will kill her." Akshita said scoffing. "She is safe and sound wherever she is....just marry my brother and she will be home all safe and sound." Akshita said folding her hands. "And you have to get married one day though... so why not to my brother?... he's handsome, rich and we will get to live together for the life time.. what say? " Akshita completed grinning leaving Rumika stunned. She didn't able to believe her ears... What she's just said!... what she was trying to do..huh?... selling her brother or buying her best friend? ××××××××ו×××××××× what would happen when your best friend tied you to her big brother even knowing you have someone else in your life?!

***THIS STORY WILL BECOME FREE ON JULY15th!*** Beverly Curie only lives for herself (and maybe ice cream). When her three nieces are suddenly put under her care, she must do the impossible: think about someone other than herself. Beverly is the only member of her family left in Chestnut Ridge, where she's kept the same routine for eight years: do as little work as possible during the day, marathon sitcoms in the evening, and try (for the life of her) to get everyone to leave her alone. When she loses her position at Red Ribbon's Craft Store, Beverly is left without a job and without a paycheck. Then her estranged sister, Aimee, calls with an impossible favor: Could Beverly take care of her three nieces for six months? It's insane. But then there's the thirty thousand dollars that Aimee offers to pay and Beverly can't resist. Suddenly, she's stuck taking care of three little girls, trying not to kill the soccer moms at the snobby Percival Academy, and joining the PTO. Now Beverly--self-serving, sarcastic, and problematic--must take on the role of a loving parent. And she is anything but. This story is now available on YONDER, your next-generation reading app from the Wattpad family. Join me on YONDER today! Find it now in your app store. Cover designed by Ilafi Nastiti

|HAS BEEN REWRITTEN| She was kind. He was heartless. She saw the good in everyone despite her past. He saw nothing but hatred for others because of his past. He was the Alpha. She was a Betas daughter. He wanted to save her But he drowned from his own secrets. He brought out the worst in her. She brought out the good in him. She realised the rage filled murderous Alpha had a heart beneath it all but was it too late? Two souls from two completely different worlds clash together and realise that they're not so different from each other after all. Alana Reid, a Betas daughter, only wants to be protected from her horrendous past by her mate but can he move on from what happened to her? Alpha Grayson, a man who's had a childhood no one would ever wish for, believes that his mate is best off without him but he can't live without her. Is she willing to accept his past and move on? ********* I thought about all the obstacles I had to overcome to get to where I am today as I walked towards my sons crib. Everything I went through was worth it. "Don't worry, mommy's coming," I said in a baby voice hoping to comfort him even though he wasn't crying. My heart dropped in my chest when I saw it was empty. No baby in sight. "Gray!," I screamed loudly like I was getting stabbed over and over again. He ran into the nursery, scanning the area for any danger. "He's gone! Our baby's gone!" His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes softened realising what happened. Just as quick as it came, it vanished and he was back with the icy look in his eye. The one he had when we first met. For a moment, I was afraid of him going back to his old self before dismissing that thought and focusing on my missing newborn son. Don't worry, I'm coming for you, my little bubba... Will the angel given to him melt the Alphas ice solid façade or not? Is she helping him escape his darkness or is she dragging him into hers? Read to find out... Cover by @belladz07

I watched closely as the blue eyes crept closer. They started to multiply as well as they started racing after me. I sprinted, my footsteps made no noise while they twitched and darted after me. Some were faster than the others. I weaved in between the trees, flashlights and crawlers were racing behind me. The sirens starting to go off. They noticed my disappearance. It was not long before I heard more steps behind me. With one look over my shoulder and through the trees, it seems that they're hunting me like dogs. My friends sprinted next to me. Shooting the ones that got too close to me. They started to hiss and make inhuman noises giving away my position. I sighed, it's gonna be a long night...

"Let them go, Dante." I whip my head to see a small boy standing the clearing with blonde hair and a green cloak hanging from shoulders. He isn't very tall however he holds his stance well. He doesn't seem to be more than Cassandra's age. Maybe 12 at most. I abruptly turn my head back hearing the man holding a sword to my throat chuckling with a sinister grin. "Oh, poor boy, what are you go to do about it?" The yellow teeth gleam as he begins stalking towards the boy who does not look the least bit fazed. I look around at the other men who are following the leader. I pull Cassandra tighter to my back as I take small steps back. I keep my eye trained on the men but also fear for the naive boy. "Do you really want to test me Dante?" He asks raising a single eyebrow. For a minute the men stop their movements. I see their hesitation for fear... Fear of what? I take the moment to stick Cassandra behind a nearby tree. She crouches down while I pull my sword out from its place. "How do you know my name?" The scoundrel raises his sword challenging towards the boy before taking a final step towards him. Then the unexpected happens. The young boy chuckles so darkly. It sounded almost... demonic. All the men instinctively raise their swords. "Oh Dante, I didn't know your name... but you know someone dear to me." "Spit it out boy!" The once grinning man is now looking around frantically. I continue my eyes scanning the small boy. He looks directly me and gives me a small nod before saying one word that caused all hell to breaks loose. "Artemis." Artemis is not an ordinary girl. She grew up in the wilderness after being shunned due to unique abilities and her different physical attributes. Blessed with an ability that scared others, she roams the wild with only her guarded one. That is until she stumbles into a situation that brings her in front of a prince.

¦ mafia ¦ "I couldn't give you shit Mason, I was a fucking mess, I would end up ruining us both!" I yell, looking up at his black eyes, my chest raising up and down. "I don't care! I-" He interrupts himself, his tongue on the side of his cheek as his eyes gradually soften the glare, but the wildness in them remains. "You what, Mason?" Suddenly, his height is hovering over me, as he roughly crashes his lips on mine. §§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§§ Scarlett is back. What will happen when she finds Mason drunk at her penthouse door? What will happen when feelings are revealed? Read the sequel to 'Ashes Revenge' to see what happens to these two broken people, and the continuation of their story. §§§§§§§§§§ Attention: contains violence, and sexual content.

His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."