Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

I draw the people I hate at school. I hear the gossip, I hear the lies but I draw what my own eyes see. And I see the embarrassing, devastating, beautiful secrets my peers all try to hide. I have quite the collection of their paradoxes; a sketchbook full of costumes and lies... Until the most popular boy, and my most hated, happens upon my misplaced book of secrets. ***** Alys is a wallflower. She is faceless, voiceless... and she is free. Being nothing more than an ever-shifting shadow is an art she mastered long ago. It's one that allows her to sketch the oblivious people around; drawing their true lives without ever being seen. The art within her pages is extraordinary; Alys' hands having the ability to create perfect renditions of the world around. HER version of the world. Yet her fingers tighten upon each pencil; the dark remnants of her past still haunting her. So, she hides her true ability behind a quiet wallflower's eyes. No one must see, no one must know. For her past is all SHE knows. Within her school there is another student she despises the most; a wolf hidden amongst a flock of sheep. Hayden; the boy loved and adored by those around him. Hayden; the monster who secretly hated them all. She never wanted to meet him. She never wanted to have to interact with ANY of them, but that all changed when her friend is accused of a crime she did not commit in a flurry of senior pranks gone wrong. In the chaos Alys faces afterwards, she accidentally leaves her condemning book behind. Who else would find it but Mr. Popular; the devil who fakes it all? Hayden has found the most interesting obstacle, a girl who can see anyone for what they truly are- even him. And with art so beautiful, so breathtaking... so dangerous, he entices Alys with a proposition she can't refuse. She would be his puppet, to do as he bid, and he would help her get her revenge... his revenge. And in what better form than a mural at graduation? One that might not be as it seemed.

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

Childhood best friends to enemies to lovers. Alina wants nothing to do with the rebellious bad boy, Liam Somner. Which is difficult, because he goes to her school. And lives on her street. And keeps showing up at her apartment, and sitting in her kitchen, smearing way too much cream cheese on his bagel and... refusing to wear a shirt. Alina and Liam have history. Too much of it, and it's messy and painful, and should be buried deep and forgotten. But Liam feels like there's unfinished business between them. Unfinished business, like finding the burial place of Liam's great grandfather. And saving Oscar, Alina's brother, from his depression. And that promise that Alina and Liam made at midnight, with legs dangling over the East River, to never leave the other behind. Liam and Alina's past is a tangled web of life debts, family secrets, betrayals, and forgotten promises. So even though she swears she hates him, when Alina realises Liam is awake late, she finds unexpected company in her enemy. Two insomniacs, wide awake in the city that never sleeps. COMPLETE word count: approximately 60,000 words

Watty Award Winner 2011) *ORIGINAL SERIES* This is the first book of the Original Death Is My BFF Series, which won the Watty Awards in 2011! *** Death came knocking at her door. Well actually, he pounded. Faith Williams has always been a little odd, but never before did she think she was one of a kind. Enter Death, the legendary, sadistic, and irresistible Grim Reaper who sparred Faith's life when she was a child. The more she tries to resist him, the more he's popping up in her life and turning it entirely upside down. Death is dangerous with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, and Faith Williams is slowly becoming unable to resist his power over her. Who is the man under the hood? What does he want with her? Most importantly, why the hell does he have a name for his scythe? ** This is the FIRST of the DIMBFF series. *** Fan Made Book Cover uses image from = michellemonique on Deviantart.com! http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/ MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" He scoffs, black eyes emotionless. "𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬." She was a girl born in the midst of a war. She was the forgotten child. The sister of the girl who sacrificed herself, saving the boy with the lightning bolt scar. He'd come in the night, ripping away everyone she had ever loved. He'd taken away her family. He'd shattered her beyond repair. "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?" She asks, blue eyes hard. "𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞." She was raised to only know neglect. She was raised to only feel pain. She had been thrown away by her own blood. No one ever paused to ask for her wellbeing. No one paused to make sure she was all right. "𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄!" "𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫." She was raised to know anger. She grew with only pain. She was raised with no family. She was being choked with a fiery chain. A fiery chain of loneliness A chain of regret. A flaming chain of loathing. An overwhelming drown-age of emotional debt. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐈 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬." No one expected her to be more than just a poor orphan. No one expected her to have power beyond what anyone knew possible. The wars would come to pass. The wars would kill millions..... Yet she was their only salvation. The world needed her to save it. It needed help. Why would she help a world with such darkness in it? Why would she ever try to save something that killed her soul? "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Just as she was learning to love again, starting to feel like she had a family.... She was ripped away from

"Tell me THE TRUTH!" Valentine Dumbledore is back for another year at Hogwarts. However, everything is closing in on her with epic speed. The shadows of a war are catching up to her and the words of the prophecy are suffocating her. Dwelling on the past is utter agony when one can see the future. Past demons are running after her and the lies told before will do anything to be brought to light. "Lie to me then." No one is safe. No one is sound. Everyone will die and death will be bound. "I don't love you. Not at all. Not even a little bit. I feel nothing for you." Someone wants her dead. Someone wants to stop her from upholding the words of the prophecy. Someone.... Someone wants Voldemort to come to power. "LISTEN TO ME! SOMEONE!" "No one's listening. No one's coming. No one's wondering where you are. No one gives a shite." With Tom Riddle getting closer and closer to becoming Lord Voldemort, Valentine wants nothing more than to hide huddled under a blanket and watch the world drown. She was drowning every day, why not give the world a taste of its own medicine. "HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP!" Tom Riddle is her undoing. Tom Riddle is the man she loves. Voldemort killed her parents. Voldemort killed her sister. "YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS! YOU! YOU DISGUSTING, FILTHY GIRL!" "I didn't do anything to you!" "You did everything and nothing." She's all alone. She's depressed. She's weak. She's broken. .... She's demonic. "Harry, Moma loves you. Dada loves you..... Harry be safe..... Be strong." "I'll never love you." Book 2 in the Demonic Series.

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

Lord Voldemort stared at the cradle where there was not one, but two children where he had only been expecting one. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed. "Which one of you... is my supposed death?" Or Albus Dumbledore's warnings came to fruition. (Originally posted on AO3, but I thought I'd start posting it here too!)

May Khan's life was always pretty normal, but with final exams, prom and graduation looming around the corner, she didn't care much for anything except for getting out of high school. On her eighteenth birthday, however, her entire life changes. After finding a mysterious man claiming to be the Pharaoh of Egypt, a strange vision and her aunt's teachings force her to help him. Pharaoh Akhenatem had ruled Egypt with a stone heart and an iron fist. And when his cruelty gets out of hand, a red-eyed wizard curses him and sends him thousands of years into the future to a world where ignorance, arrogance and selfishness rules. But of all the places he could have landed, he ends up finding his way into the life of May. With the help of May's kind and selfless nature, an unexpected love finds the both of them as May comes to realize that evil is not as simple of a concept as it seems and that everyone has their own story. [Self-Published!!!]