[Book 1 of the Taste Series] Julian White doesn't say his real name in self-introductions. Hiding behind his middle name and a pair of overly round eyeglasses, he tries to get through the tenacity of attending a competitive culinary school under his uncle's influence. Amidst his learning of crust structures and the nutritional value of bananas, he meets an old friend.

Eli didn't think much about the city's newest so-called hero, but he supposed Vigilante wasn't all that bad. Granted, he was kind of a jerk and if he ever tried to kiss Eli again he was definitely getting punched. A story about a starving college student, making a living serving coffee and the local vigilante with a crush. - - - - - - - - - Highest rank #1 in Action, Wattys 2016 winner in the Trailblazers category! Featured 6/3/2016-7/23/2017

It has been 20 years since Dick Grayson went missing. 15 year since he was declared dead. 10 years since a virus killed off all the Talons and the Court of Owls. 1 year since anyone thought about Richard Grayson. Until Terry, the new Batman finds a boy trapped in the ice. How will everyone cope with Dick's return and how long till the virus tries to claim the last Talon? #Wattyaward2021 Cover Art: Amelia Snow Previous rankings: #1 - batman #1- dc #1 - nightwing #1 - dickgrayson #1- daddybats #1 - batbrothers #1 -batboys #1 - courtofowls #1 - batmanbeyond #1 - batfamily #1- youngjustice #1 - talon #3 - robin

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

[Featured Story] He is kidnapped, trained to become something he doesn't want, and forced to fight. But no matter what they say or do, he will be free. Even if it means defying the most terrifying organization on Earth. Jett is a sixteen year old boy trying to survive in a world shaken by the aftermath of the third great world war. Other than the fact that his little town hates his guts and forces him to live by himself on the outskirts, he's nothing special. But that was until a flyer of TROIT dropped out of the sky. And that was when everything went horribly wrong. WATTPAD EXCLUSIVE - the author has not posted this anywhere but on Wattpad, and has not given permission for this to appear anywhere else. If you're reading this on a mirror site, then you are at risk for malware. To safely read this story and support the author, read this story here: https://www.wattpad.com/user/KurokageJS FIRST/ORIGINAL DRAFT Cover by Nasmir

***Winner of the Wattys 2016 for Hidden Gems*** The Edgewise exists everywhere and nowhere. A sanctuary to all realms, should you find the door. Managed by one Macklemore Edgewise, proprietor, guardian of the between places, and barman of mystery. If the tavern accepts you, abide by the rules. 1. Leave all conflicts outside. 2. No murdering one another. Occasional maiming and righteous wounding exempt. 3. Never leave the door open. There's no telling what will sneak in. Cover art by Krazydiamond

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.