When Dakota a human / wolf finds a little girl / fairy in an abandoned cabin in the woods alone he finds out its his mate Dakota instantly fell in love but for sage she was scared she has been in hiding her hole life and is a little hurt when Dakota finds her will Dakota be able to fix her broken mind ? How about read...
In a Futurist-Victorian London, Ex-Carnie Victor Hart makes his living as a dinner party entertainer and mountebank, using the skills taught to him by his Romani mother – the Patterns. When tragedy strikes a wealthy friend, Victor Hart puts his skills to use in an alternative manner. This Steampunk London has its fair...
Ella was just a normal 14 year old when one snow day she was on the ice with a friend Ella falls into the water and drowns but is not dead the moon spirit saved her but now she remembers nothing but her name and age who will save her now if no,one can. See her ?
"Imagine If the sky was shades of purple instead of blue. Imagine If the trees were so tall that they disappeared through the clouds, twisting into the heavens. Imagine If creatures other than birds flew through the skies." Imagine if your best friend in the entire world, wasn't really there at all. Heather is two wee...
The story of two best friends, Noha Ali and Maysa Malik, as they navigate through high school.
Death is My BFF is now published as a Hardcover, Paperback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books! As Wattpad reader you can access the original rough draft version here, and published version details inside. This is a VERY rough, early draft of "Death is My BFF" and the published version looks very different! :) ...
'You didn't answer my question,' he asked, holding her gaze in his hypnotic ones. 'Wh... what question?' She was surprised at her own voice, it sounded like of someone else's. She wanted to ask him--which question, there were so many he had asked her tonight. Each one threatening in their own different ways to her san...
I looked at the car, “She doesn’t deserve you.” I grabbed the bat and ran up too it and yelled too it, “You don’t freaking deserve this! And you didn’t deserve my father’s love.” I grabbed the bad and began beating at the hood of the red convertible. I brought the bat up to my head and swung it at the glass, shatterin...
