A barista in a café stumbles over a black-haired artist often ordering the same: a cup of plain black coffee. When she ventures to enter his life, who makes her heart flutter like no other, life slaps back with a "not too fast". She discovers his secret that threatens to tear their bond apart, and then she needs to pick whether to follow her heart or do the right thing: staying away. Could she not be immoral for once to keep the smile on her face? all rights are reserved ©️ 2021 annabellacx

The island of Dorchester is a scientific anomaly, a chasm in space and time, and the grand secret that lurks within its centre could affect the very thread that holds the past, present and future in equilibrium. When Blakely, a field doctor, is tasked with the important mission of unleashing a virulent plague on the inhabitants of the backwards 19th-century island, just about everything that could go wrong does. Soon he's hunted by warlocks with bushy moustaches, witches with murderous powder, and bog bandits with a penchant for human flesh. With the help of his partner, Abis, a sailor boy named Dicky and a frazzled inventor named Vera, Blakely must seek to vanquish the chaos that could destroy time as they know it, and the very conflicts that ail his mind. _____ -:- ARTWORK in cover -:- Art by Alex Negrea via: https://twitter.com/alexnegrea_art If you are the artist and would like me to remove your art from my cover, please PM me here on wattpad. ____ Woah UNDER CONSTRUCTION. Got tons of stuff going on with this. editing the story tone! you might see some wonky chapters oop. tbh i just be writing w/o thinking of the plot holes 😳😔😔 hope you still like it though. I'll edit once its done LMAO

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?