All Madison wants for Christmas is the same person who once wanted her. Free from the shackles of her broken heart, she's finally ready to give love another shot. But is Madi too late to win back the man of her dreams? SEQUEL to The Heartbreak Hypothesis © Danielle T, 2020

[2022 Wattys Winner] When love cynic Madison Watson starts university, she vows to follow three simple rules. One: Work out at least twice a week. Two: Get an internship. Three: Stay away from men. But after a chance encounter with three guys in the dorm halls, Madi's enlisted to transform a shy and love-sick hopeless case into the perfect boyfriend. Unbeknownst to her optimistic accomplices, she's out to prove a hypothesis of her own - love is a construct, and heartbreak is inevitable. ♡ A college story about first love and first heartbreak, reflecting on the ins and outs of dating in the age of technology. Achievements: 2022 WATTY WINNER (New Adult and W by Wattpad Books Award) Featured on Editors' Picks by @wattpadexplorer (Apr 21) #1 in The Siren Awards 2020 (user run) #1 in The Creator's Choice Awards 2020 (user run) Best Protagonist in The Creator's Choice Awards 2020 (user run) Ranks: #2 collegestudent (Sep 20) #1 contemporary romance (Feb 21) #3 newadult (Feb 21) #1 collegestories (Feb 21)

[ Dream (Clay) x Female OC (Eliza) ] What happens when a coder girl gets asked to work on Dream's new minecraft video ❗Warnings❗ •This fic contains mature jokes. •The chapters that contain smut are extra chapters (they're not important to the plot) and will have disclaimers at the beginning so you can freely skip them without missing out on anything. ~~~ Enjoy!🧜🏼♂️

"You are to perform every dare on me and me only. Understand?" Marcus stared at me waiting for a response. "What if they're very inappropriate and not something you want me to do?" I whispered, avoiding his gaze. "Oh I'm counting on it being inappropriate and trust me, I can't wait sweetheart!" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Felicity Young was left heartbroken when her childhood sweatheart decided he didn't want to settle and wanted to spread his wings and sleep with other women. Dick! Fresh out of university, she moved back home with her parents and older brother, about to start her first year teaching in a primary school down the road. Felicity had completely sworn off men until her girl friends decide on an innocent game of truth or dare in a bar that involves a forgotten crush on her brothers best friend. How could it possibly end badly? #1 in Navy stories 24/5/19 #1 in Dare stories 15/12/19 #1 in British 6/6/20 #2 romance 25/1/20

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

[Yandere Demons x Reader] Reclamation Day The day that marks when humanity begins its journey above ground in an attempt to reclaim the land that was once theirs. For six months every two years, the Zones will spread across the country, following their designated route and retaking the land along with them. The fates of any demon they come across will be in the hands of the Head Keepers. Whether they live and be confirmed, safe from capture and experimentation. Or captured or eradicated and not deemed worthy of living amongst humans. (Y/N) (L/N) will be one of those Head Keepers as she returns to the surface with her Zone 12 team. Back to the world she tried so hard to escape. Back to facing enemies but also seeing familiar faces she hasn't seen in six years... Those that she welcomes with open arms... and those that she thought she'd never see again. - Second book to Shudders. - I don't own the cover art. - Minor grammatical errors - Mature audiences Started: November 21, 2021 Ended: August 4, 2022

✿𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗲𝘅𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿✿ ✿𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗿✿ ✿𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼✿ 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗯𝗼𝗼 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗼𝗰 //𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀𝗼𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿. 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆. 𝗶'𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗿 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗰'𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗶𝗳 𝗶 𝗮𝗺 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄// 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 15/7/21 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱: discontinued

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.