When a murder shakes her tiny village, Alera will discover a horrifying link between the scars on her arms and the werewolves and vampires that stalk her home. ***** Nineteen-year-old Alera has grown up in the village of Adaymos, listening to stories about the monsters that live in the forest that surround her home. Labelled an outcast because of the scars on her arm, she's an easy scapegoat after one of the villagers is found murdered, but when newcomer Will is framed instead she's forced to question everything she knows about the mysterious outsider. Could he really be the killer? Or is he hiding more about the werewolves and vampires that live in the forest -- and the truth behind Alera's scars -- than he lets on? [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"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

I DO NOT OWN TOH, NOR THE COVER You and you're sister Luz, were supposed to go to this summer camp to stop being what people call you "weirdos", But...when they had chased this trash thief who stole their favorite book they ended up in a realm called "The Boiling Isles". This realm is filled with witches, wizards, and other kinds of weird stuff. What will happen in this realm? Will you and Luz become witches? Will you end up maybe...finding someone special? Read to find out!!

Revelations is now published as a Hardcover and E-book with Wattpad Books! As a Wattpad reader, you can access the original edition on the platform. ***** In the wake of a devastating attack on Belle Morte, Renie and Edmond must fight to stop a deadly enemy from destroying the vampire world as they know it. ***** A grim shadow hangs over Belle Morte. Renie's dream of saving her sister is in ruins, and Edmond, the man she loves, has been imprisoned for breaking one of the vampires' most important rules. The vampire Council descends on the mansion, determined to unravel the mystery behind the bloody attack that has left Belle Morte reeling, but the truth is deadlier than they imagined, threatening the lives of everyone that Renie and Edmond hold dear. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

A new girl at Norrisville High. But she's different. No one knows much about her. But secrets will be revealed. One way, or another. Y/N- your name F/N- first name L/N- last name H/C- hair color E/C- eye color F/C- favorite color

"Some heroes were born, some were chosen, and some were created but you are special (y/n). Weird, strange, and quirky but special." For over 800 years Norrisville was protected by a ninja and just recently a trio was formed. A Dragon born to fight back, a Ninja chosen to protect, and a ghost boy created to in force justice was what created the secret trio in Norrisville High. (y/n) lands herself in Norrisville after some unexpected events. She ends up working in a dead end job with her shitty boss and tries to control a side of her that is screaming to get out. So she doesn't need a whacked up school to worry about. Nor does she need to have a small crush on three guys at the same time. "Goin' ghost!" "Ba-Bam! It's ninja o'clock!" "Dragon up!" "Er what the hell am I supposed to say?" __________________ I do not own any of these pictures and most of the characters in this fanfic Highest ranks~ 1# in Jake Long 1# in randycunningham 5# in rc9gn

When a deadly disease ravages the town of Holmsley, Frankie and her friends find themselves trapped inside a military-blockaded quarantine zone. ***** A story that was first published in 2014 and feels more relevant than ever. Fifteen-year-old Frankie and her friends must find their way out of quarantine if they want to survive. As the body count rises, Frankie realizes that this is no ordinary quarantine and no one is coming to help. Once infected, the sick become crazed and violent, while fear turns other survivors to savages. And who or what are the mysterious figures Frankie keeps seeing around town? It seems she'll have to unravel the dark truth behind it all if she wants to get out alive... Content and/or trigger warning: This story describes disease outbreaks and contains scenes of violence, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

pit pat pit pat. The splash of fat raindrops on the New York cement. "Not now," You had no umbrella, and no rain jacket. Carrying groceries at 10 PM to your one-bedroom apartment. You liked the rain. You saw beauty in things most people would overlook. Many thought you were odd. But for it to rain now, was not exactly convenient You made it home, drenched. Your groceries were fine, so you weren't bothered. You looked out the window to watch the rain. That's when you saw a familiar silhouette spinning on the rooftops.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

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