This is a Minion x founding fathers x telletubbies x mega mind x yo Gabba Gabba x in the night garden x Percy Jackson x H2O x avengers x smurfs fan fiction. You have been warned

Holy shi- I can't believe I'm actually doing this Trust me, read it, you won't be disappointed

Ella Maine cannot time travel. All she could do was lie in bed at 12.38 a.m half asleep, counting the dots on the green curtain with her mind already miles away. Ella has no love story to tell, but she's got a heartbreak story escaping her by her fingers. She's not going to tell you a story about how she got her heart shattered to a thousand and two pieces, this is a story of how she patched everything up, sewed it tight and wrapped Band-Aids around her heart. Disclaimer in bold: I wrote this at fifteen so proceed with caution. Or skip to the next books: She Loves You Not/ But I Love You

Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the help of the mute boy next door, Lilith must unravel the secrets behind the mysterious estate, all while her family remains gloriously unaware that they are about to be devoured.

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink