In a world where eighty percent of the population possesses an abnormality called a Quirk, the superhero occupation becomes a reality. The spotlight and main role is heavily sought out, but one girl prefers to play the supporting role instead. Rejecting the notion of becoming a "hero," she becomes the much needed support of one boy absorbed by his own complexes and insecurities.

"do i seriously have to walk to the mailbox shirtless every morning just to get your attention?" {lophie} {warning; slight smut, sexual content, you get it} ©loudluke

Four years on, Isabel and Gerard are still living separate lives. Gerard seems to be happy in his new life, but Isabel isn't. Does Gerard still love her? Or is it too late...

Isabel meets a boy at University who she's instantly attracted to. But he seems to have other ideas...

Violence - an unjust or unwarranted exertion of force or power, as against rights or laws; rough or immoderate vehemence, as of feeling or language. Almost an entire year has passed since Paranoia Violence slipped into her coma after defeating Better Living Industries. When she finally wakes up, she's alone and covered with a blanket that still smells like a certain red-haired man. And she's alone, left to wander the Zones while every other Killjoy has relocated to Battery City. Despite all the warnings she's received in various notes, Paranoia wastes no time heading after her boys. But once there, she discovers that things are not the way they used to be, and all she has now are questions: Where is Party? Why do the other three seem so angry with him? Who is Harley Rose? And what's the matter with Kobra? Secrets begin to come unraveled, and everything gets shot to hell. Rehab centers, karate lessons, and prison sentences aside, something's up, and Paranoia is ready to let her fists fly to solve all her problems. You've seen the paranoia. Now here comes the violence.

16 year old Naia Johnson is the daughter of a famous singer. She thought she was normal--but she was wrong. One day, she's attacked by monsters, saved by a satyr, and then goes to Camp Half-Blood… a camp for demigods, both Roman as well as Greek. There she meets a boy named Leo, and a friend from her past she thought she'd never see again. But Camp isn't all fun. Naia meets the goddess Hekate, who's planning to take over the camp and recruit Naia to help her. She has no choice in the matter, thanks to something her mother did years ago. And she can't tell anyone. Then, to make things worse, she, Leo, and her friend Lou go on a quest to save the camp from a mysterious illness. One that Naia caused, on Hekate's whim. Plus, she's supposed to heal the gods of their "schizophrenia" issues. Naia has an important destiny, a terrible secret—and a mad crush. How's a girl supposed to deal with all that? ♦♦♦ *THE DUDE NAMED RICK OWNS EVERYTHING EXCEPT THE CHARACTERS YOU DON'T RECOGNIZE, & THE REST OF THIS IS MINE. COPY AT MORTAL PERIL. *has mostly minor swearing, violent scenes, and romantic scenes, etc.*

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

She wasn't born cool for the summer, so they locked her up in the basement thinking she would rot there. How wrong they were when they found out that she lived a secret life down there... and what a life! Oh, I forgot to introduce her to you. Her name is Poot. INTRODUCTION VIDEO BY THE AUTHOR: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtYdReP7xnU

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You probably know him as Robin. That's what everyone knows him as. Many call him the Boy Wonder, a prodigy, a blessing on Gotham, bird boy, Batman's right hand man, the bat brat... Heck, you might even know him as Dick Grayson. Because that's what I knew him as. He was my best friend. Or at least I thought he was. I understand why he left. I really do. His parents died right in front of his eyes. But he didn't have to leave me. No letters, no phone calls, no contact at all. I loved him; I was nine years old and I knew I loved him. So when he left, his hurtful words stinging my heart, I was broken. And as soon as I saw the Boy Wonder on the news, I knew right away. I had to see him. Prove him wrong. So that's why I put on the mask.