Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact _HakunaMatata_ on Wattpad.com.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Rose does not like Harry. And Harry does not like Rose. But perhaps the threat of a ruthless brain and a shady corporate conspiracy could change for them. or, at least, could make a stash of Snickers. He was like the moon-- a part of him was always hidden

My parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.

Allison Montgomery wasn't your average teenage girl. She liked punk rock bands and dressed in all black almost all the time. She already had a hard time fitting in at her school in Cleveland, Ohio, so she figured she would have an even harder time fitting in at her new school in Sydney, Australia. When she meets Luke Hemmings, the typical bad boy who could get any girl he wanted, her life will take a huge turn. But for better or worse?

What happens when Wendy is kidnapped by Europes Most Wanted criminal, Niall Horan?

"Hopefully being roommates will settle your arguments."

Percy was forgotten by all the Greek campers after he left camp half blood due to some...um ...relationship problems. When Percy leaves he is blessed by Hephaestus so that he can use mortal technology, and Hephaestus tells him about who his first step father really was. He will take over the company and billions in his name and carry on his first stepfathers work. He does have the heart thingy. Takes place after the Avengers but as if age of Ultron happened but didn't at the same time. (AKA the characters are there and everything that happened after it is there but the actual event will never be mentioned.)

I recently discovered that there are very many Percy Jackson and the Avengers books on Wattpad, however, there aren't very many with Peter Parker in them, so, I figured I would write one! WARNING: This is my first book and I think that I am a terrible writer so read at your own risk!! (On Hold for lack of imagination)

My heart pounded as I rushed down the hall. My brother finally did it, he finally lost it. I heard shots fire in the cafeteria, I flinched. This isn’t happening, I told myself. I heard someone’s heavy breathing from behind a shelf that stuck out of the wall. “Come on ash we have to go!” I said clamping onto the blonde boy’s hand. I pulled him up and dragged him along. “ALEEAH!” A voice boomed. No, no, no, this isn’t happening. I turned to face my brother whose hand held a jet black gun, his arms raised, gun pointing at me, ready to fire. The gun sounded.