Gwendolyn Hayes had lived as the right hand of Manchester's most feared Alpha for seven years until Kendall Walker crossed the line, causing Gwen to snap. Dying to get revenge, Gwen teams up with a former friend of Kendall and the big brother of Kendall's newest target, creating The Karma Club. It all seemed light and innocent until someone gets in on their tricks and The Karma Club has a body on their hands and possibly more coming as time goes on.

Somewhere deep inside of everyone there is a part of them that believes that they are invincible. Nobody really wants to admit its there and more often then not people deny its very existence, but it is there. None of us really believe that we could die any moment now and I am no exception. My life was going fine, I had met a boy who seemed to like me for who I am. I had a tight-knit group of friends who were always there for me. I had been volunteering at the local hospital. I had good grades at school. And I had barely any enemies. I had a life, and a pretty good one at that. Then I was hit by a semi.

(A Wattpad Featured Story) (Completed, Under Editing) "Oh, shit, we're cuddling..." ➳♀♁➳ Three girls, a Jack Daniels bottle, and a game of Truth or Dare: the recipe for disaster. And if you add in a website, a Cuddle Application, and an incredibly attractive boy named Oliver, the recipe gets a little tastier. But what if a silly joke, like submitting a Cuddle Application to find a hug buddy, becomes something so much more? What if it slowly transforms into love? -highest rating: #13 in Humor- -#6 in Teenagers- -FEATURED November 6 to November 23- PREQUEL TO CUDDLE APPLICATION: Shallow Waters (Not necessary to understand this story. Cuddle Application was written first).

road-trip (verb) - Make a journey by car, bus, etc. they road-tripped from Turin to Lisbon stalk (verb) - harass or persecute (someone) with unwanted and obsessive attention they stalked the band across the continent --------------------------------------------------- So maybe they shouldn't go on a roadtrip across a continent in pursuit of a band. And maybe they shouldn't tell their parents they're just going to Brighton for the summer. But Jessica, Elise, Rosie and - much to his disgust - Levi are going to go ahead and do it anyway. #966 in adventure - 30.10.14

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

may break her bones. [lowercase intended]

You wore glasses. The kids in school teased you, saying stupid stuff, like how astronauts could probably see them from space. They were so mean to you. You had about a million zits on your face, and your arms were covered in freckles, and they picked on you 'cause it made them feel good. Max, you deserved better. Love, Jessica You were fat. People called you a whale behind your back and sometimes to your face. You were so pretty on the inside, though. And they made fun of the way your hair had this crazy wave to it, and they never did like your taste in clothes. You were amazing, Jess. Really. Love, Max -=-=- * Cover by: -dimples

Everyone in Stapleton knew of him, but no one really knew him. She'd never heard of him, but she sure wished she had.