❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

Daphne Elder knows she isn't normal-- and she loves it. It isn't just her deep love of plants that makes her different, or her habit of adopting stray cats off the streets. Daphne is a witch, which means she's far from normal, but she can't imagine a better life. That is, until her mother is called away to fight in the War against evil and Daphne is left with nothing but her wand, her wits, and a powerful spellbook to keep herself out of trouble. But when a strange non-magical girl discovers the world of dark creatures lurking underneath Detroit and even darker secrets hidden in what she thought she knew best, Daphne will need more than that to save her city. Maybe all she needs are some friends. Cover by @NatStark16 Completed 2017 Wattpad Featured Story 5/17/2018 - 6/7/2018 Edited 2019 28,986 Words

So this isn't the part where it's revealed that Carson and I had an affair. Or that I loved him. Or that he was my secret best friend or long-lost brother. All Carson Harris was to me was some boy who went to my school who I would probably never ever see again after college But, evidently, Carson Harris knew me. Knew me well enough to write my name out before he died. Or, should I say, before Carson Harris got murdered.

I sigh, letting the string of that stupid pink balloon weave between my fingers. You keep texting me, and the buzzing is beginning to annoy me. "Please," the messages say, "come back." "I'm sorry." "Please forgive me." But I'm tired of forgiving you. Gazing out into the harbor, I want to forget. But I can't. I love you too much. I hate myself for it. I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself. More specifically, I hate you. And I love you. But I guess they're the same thing.

❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.

We were young. We were beautiful. We grew where it was least expected. But after we bloomed we began to die, And then we were tragic. Then we were wildflowers.

"The night is totally black, now, except for the guardian light of the street lamps. No one is out besides me. I fold my arms, missing my army jacket's warmth, and head home quickly. It's dangerous to be out at night. But I don't run. If you run in Rimwick, something chases you." There are two rules in the small town of Rimwick: 1. Don't be different. 2. Don't go outside after dark. Riley Fey broke both the rules. And breaking rules in Rimwick doesn't mean you get grounded; it means you might end up dead. Dead is not a situation Riley wants to be in, even though everyone at school hates her, her dad is MIA, and her mother is the town witch. But when a wolf shows up at Riley's door and takes her to a dangerous land outside her town, "dead" begins to seem a whole lot more likely. #6 in Fantasy A Wattpad Feature Novel Promoted by Goosebumps movie Winner of the HQ Wattys Award Nominated for The People's Choice Award

Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

"I want to grow up" Did you say it when you were a kid? I know I did. Have you regretted growing up at some point in your life? Have you wished you could be a careless child once again? I know you have. Everyone has. The more you grow the bigger the challenges, the obstacles, the pain. Life gets serious. You get serious. You forget to smile at the morning sun shining down your face. You are too absorved by your problems to notice the beautiful world surrounding you. And when life gets hard, you wish more than anything to turn back in time and be that small child who did not know anything when he said "I want to grow up"

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14