Basically just one-shots and preferences of Mason Thames. Bcs he's charming and we love him. ___________________________________________ > If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to share them with me. ___________________________________________ 🥈 in #masonthames 🥉 in #mason

Olivia is a famous actress and YouTuber. She's mostly known for her roles in Euphoria and Stranger Things movies. She got casted in The Black Phone movie, where she met Mason Thames. They became good friends, but slowly caught feelings for each other. What happens between those two is everybody's question.

"it's so sweet, knowing that you love me" In which teen-actress, Arabella Corazon, surprisingly falls for her brothers best friend. •˚ ✩ ✩ ˚• Mason Thames x Fem OC started : 05/31/23 finished : idk...

i was 14 when i wrote this leave me alone

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

BOOK ONE OF THE ELITE SERIES. After being expelled for the third time, this time for breaking a misogynistic teacher's bones, the secret billionaire heiress Adrianna Saint Laurent has made a deal with her father to attend St Vincent's Academy in her hometown New York City. However, not as an elite she is but rather as a scholarship student. She has a month to prove herself that she is capable of handling and controlling everything on her own. What she didn't expect was to be friends with the four richest boys of the academy, increasing the risk of her identity being found out. Can she survive a month without wrecking any chaos and hiding her identity? But one thing is sure, she hasn't gone anywhere and maintained peace. Chaos is bound to break out. re-written ✔ [ 1 in #projectbadassgirls ] [ 1 in #privateschool ] [ 1 in #projectrichkids] [ 1 in #wealthy ] [ 1 in #elites] [ 1 in #rich] [ 2 in #teenromance ]

COMPLETED// Clarence Wilson is a 19 year old girl, who has just graduated high school and is now onto college, which is basically the real world. She thinks she'll go through college without no twisty situations, but that all changes when she meets a guy, in a bar, who surprisingly turns out to be her English professor.

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** ~Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction~ ~Translated into 5 languages!~ "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐲" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 seems to have bad luck follow every one of her steps. However she can't help but feel excited when her and her siblings are offered a scholarship to most prestigious school in her town. With her Mom constantly struggling to keep her family running due to the lack of income her family receives. Adeline is forced to pull her weight for her family by working more than 2 times a week, causing pure exhaustion and anxiety. When time rolls around and suddenly Adeline is buttoning up her uniform for school, she's shocked as to why 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢 calls out to her in the hallway. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢 a boy who's past is constantly haunting him and coming back to bite him in the ass. Can't help but be drawn to the new girl. He doesn't know her name, he doesn't know where she comes from. He doesn't know anything. However the only thing he does know, is that he can't help but feel pulled towards her. He knows he's done for when he can't help but answer the question for her in math class... A story full of ups and downs. Where will this story lead us? 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."