𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾, 𝖨 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗂𝗉s 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗂𝖺

"His soft black hair spilled out around his face, framing his face perfectly. His jaw flexed and I could see his jawline was sharp as he sucked in more smoke- his cheeks going hollow as he did. When he breathed the smoke out I felt my mouth go dry once again, watching the smoke curl and dissipate into the air as it came out his mouth."

Crossbones is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. When the Pirate King dies without an heir, three teens join a deadly treasure hunt to compete for the island throne. ***** Seventeen-year-old Csilla yearns to prove her strength to the seasoned pirates who underestimate her. Kane, the descendant of a long line of pirate captains, is ready to prove he doesn't need dirty gold or shady deals to live up to his name. And Lorelei is out for revenge, unaware of the secrets of her past and the target on her back. With the king's death, the Trials begin-a bloody treasure hunt where the winner takes the throne. They each have a reason to fight for the coveted Bone Crown, but there are dark tides ahead. Facing battles at sea, a vengeful land god, and dirty deals made amidst a deadly treasure hunt, Csilla, Kane, and Lorelei must remember the most important rule of all-never trust a pirate. [[word count: 90,000-100,000]] Book 1 of the Kingdom of Bones series [[Watty Winner 2017]]

a retelling of the tale of persephone and hades --- highest rankings - #1 in greek, god, greek mythology, hades, hecate, olympus --- ❝she wore silk dresses and flower crowns, she was soft and she was loved and then she was stolen, this is the story they tell, they don't speak of her rages, where she would pull rain from the clouds and the flowers turned black beneath her feet, they don't speak of how she laughed when icarus fell from the sky in golden plume they do not speak of how she grew flowers because she liked watching them fade and die and they do not speak of how she pounded at the gates of hell until they opened and how she let the pomegranate juice drip from her smiling lips and how even hades trembles under her gaze❞ --- word count: 37 431

Questa storia é il sequel della precedente, ovvero: Le Stelle del Mattino (Clabastian)

[ boyxboy ] When a nameless boy finds himself torn between the comfort of his childhood and adult temptation he captures the attention of an eccentric and charming clubber who is eager to introduce him to more than just the new city's attractions. This is a gritty heartbreaking story about innocence lost in the urban wild party scene. This is a story about overwhelming, intense, addictive, all-consuming love. This is a story about him. Started: July 2021 Completed: December 2021 🥈 Borderverse awards - Teen fiction 🥈 The Pillow awards - Best writing style

In a world where humans are considered as nothing but servants to the almighty Warlocks and fairfolk, little human Milo struggles to make ends meet without giving up his freedom and going into slavery. He steals, he decieves and he lies but most importantly, he protects the weak. Twenty-two years of existence and his life has been going like he planned, until one mission gone wrong puts him under the mercy of four husbands who will stop at nothing to obtain what they want from him. - Disclaimer: This is a poly-gay (hate to love) romance story in a fantasy world. There will be some mature themes, therefore I advise you to read the tags before reading. #1 in Dominance 17/11/2022

Milo finally managed to break the unwanted bond and regained his freedom after struggling for so long and going against impossible odds. However, trouble came back knocking at his doors when four, devilishly handsome super-naturals decided that they want him into their lives, but Milo knows better than to dive into their world a second time. Is he ready to forgive and move on with the villains of his story or will he embrace the beasts within them and allow them to claim him as their beauty? Read to find out. - Disclaimer: This is the second book of my first completed work on here, Vicious Bonds, it is a continuity of Milo's journey in the supernatural world and it cannot be read as a stand alone book. Many things happened in the first book as well as the entire world building and power appropriations.

[Vincitore agli Oscar Wattpadiani 2017 come: Miglior Scenografia e Miglior Protagonista Maschile, vincitore Wattys 2018, vincitore ShadowAwards 2018] Al giorno d'oggi festeggiare Halloween non è solo un obbligo, ma una necessità sociale. Prendiamo per esempio i bambini: già in tenera età si mascherano, andando a fare "dolcetto o scherzetto" in giro per il quartiere. E non solo si strafanno da zuccheri, ma imparano persino i primi fondamenti di come si può aver successo nella vita. Chi ha la maschera più bella riceverà più dolciumi. Semplice, no? Non parliamo poi degli adolescenti. Chi è che non vuole uscire di casa a fine Ottobre in biancheria intima per andare a ubriacarsi alla festa dei vip della scuola? Tuttavia esiste un'altra fetta di popolazione che, seppur in minoranza, fa parte del pacchetto completo della festività. Gli Homo Sedentaris. Di cui fa parte, per l'appunto, la nostra triste, spinosa e velenosa, protagonista. Ma questa è una storia e, come tale, deve pur iniziare in qualche modo. Ecco perché al pacchetto si aggiungono: una migliore amica logorroica che, sapendo bene i programmi della noiosa protagonista, riuscirà a spingerla fuori di casa; un paio di amici di contorno, ognuno con un'abilità specifica; il teppista della scuola... Sì, perché ogni storia che si rispetti deve avere un bad boy che faccia venire i bollori all'eroina di turno, finendo poi per fare ginnastica orizzontale da qualche parte... ebbene, questo non è il caso, ma quello che conta è il pensiero. Continuiamo poi con gli scagnozzi del bad boy, tipi davvero poco raccomandabili; una dei vip citati prima e l'unico, vero, piccolo pirla che saprà capire a tempo record cosa sta accadendo. Una volta ottenuti tutti i personaggi, si mischiano bene insieme in modo che inizino a uccidersi a vicenda e si chiudono in una casa abbandonata infestata dai fantasmi. Poi si getta via la chiave. Ah, se questa non è una delle più belle feste al mondo. Crediti copertina: Marcu

"Tu a chi appartieni?"gli chiese Clary ridacchiando. "Io appartengo a te, come tu appartieni a me, Clarissa." Lui le si avvicinò. Clary riusciva a sentire il suo respiro sul viso, il calore del suo corpo contro il suo, il suo cuore battere contro la cassa toracica. Sapeva che era sbagliato, ma c'era una parte di lei che voleva sapere com'è abbandonarsi alle tenebre, all'oscurità, al mistero che era Sebastian. Le sue labbra erano a un soffio da quelle di Clary, leggere come un battito di ali nel vento, abbastanza vicine da percepirle, ma non abbastanza da toccarle. "Dillo Clary." "Dire cosa?" era confusa. "Di che sei mia."