This mystery/thriller short story follows the case of Ann Dawson, a murdered teenager, as a psychologist pieces together the oddities of the town and solves the holes in the case.

To begin my story, I will tell you that I DO NOT own Disney, Disney Pixar, or any of the Disney Characters in this story. Now that that is out of the way, you should know that this story is not based on the pictures from DeviantArt where they all become zombies. Well, if it isn't about the zombie pictures, what is it about you may ask. This is about what would happen if one event from the Disney movie didn't happen. This story is about what would happen if Cinderella didn't get to try on the glass slipper or if Gaston had defeated the beast. I will warn you that this story might make you kind of emotional if you have a serious connection with some of the characters. While writing this, I teared up a little over what I was writing. A few chapters might also get a little mature. There shouldn't be anything sexual, but there are a few chapters involving death and suicide... You have been warned!

Revenge of the Sluts is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Eden Jeong, a high school journalist, is assigned the story of a lifetime after an email containing nude photographs of female students is sent to her entire school. ***** No one ever said high school was easy, and that couldn't be more true for journalist Eden Jeong. Upon the release of a mass email containing elicit photos of the female students of St. Joseph's High School, Eden must track down the email's mysterious origin. However, the task proves more difficult than expected as she's forced to navigate the dueling forces of the school administration, as well as the school's new vigilante group: The Slut Squad. Watty Award Winner 2018 | Wattpad Featured Story

"Lisa, please don't," I cried. She was too close to the ledge, " I love you." "But you don't love me the way I love you." And she flew. | W A R N I N G | This book does contain suicides and may be triggering to some.

'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...

(Credits to the artist on the cover! Also this was meant to be a joke until I got into the story- this will take place in the Polus map. This is a fic of Black x Pink, both are guys and I felt neither got recognized enough so that's why I picked the colors. This is also to test my writing!)

The wielders are coming, and they're ready for violence. With a cub in her arms, Arietta James, a dedicated vet technician in training, flees for her life and the life of the little shifter she's ready to die to protect. Her escape lands her right in the heart of the enemy territory: the shifters. Gavriel O'Connor, steadfast leader of the shifter territory, has worked too hard on rebuilding and unifying his people to allow a human to run rampant in his domain. Fully intending to turn her away, Gavriel prepares to rid his territory of another nuisance. Until his shifter side won't let him. There are too many questions about this young woman and not enough answers. His biggest question: how did she end up with one of his own? Arietta didn't imagine she'd live this long. Between the shifters and the wielders, she's braced for her final moments. However, when the shifters begrudgingly welcome her into their territory, she must make a decision: stay loyal to those of her kind, or reveal to the shifters a problem that could wipe them out entirely. Before it's too late-for them and for her. Season 1 of The Fated Series

⚠️warning there is smut in this book . This fanfic will be about Draco's best friend y/n coming to stay for the summer . Also , if you want to see Lucius content follow me on tik tok @ilovelucius07 Y/n = your name Y/ln = your last name E/c = eye color H/c = hair color Y/h = your hog warts house

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

Madi's slumber party is suddenly terrorized by a harmless dare.