Volume 1: Pickpocketing Living in secret and stealing to eat is a hard life , but it's all Kuro has ever known. Fear and necessity honed him from a young age into the finest young thief in in the wizard kingdoms. Nobody can hide forever, though, and a run of poor luck lands Kuro in a place where his quick hands and quiet feet count for nothing: Avalon Academy, school of magic. Out of his depth and unable to escape, can Kuro find a place among the other misfits at the school, or will his past return to ruin the one chance he has to leave his life in the shadows?

All the earth is torn asunder. There used to be grass, and the sun used to be golden. Children played outside, climbing trees with smiles on their faces and grass stains on their knees. People worried about a million things that would soon be irrelevant, continuing without a clue of the disaster to come. Centuries later, what little is left of humanity survives in a society constructed beneath the surface of a glass dome, the world outside converted to little more than a desert wasteland. Survival is a routine rather than an effort, and all rules are surpassed by only one: if you want to survive, you never leave the dome. There's nothing alive out there. The radiation that soaks the earth makes sure of that. Until one day, someone finds a bloody, dust-covered handprint on the outside of the glass. Nothing will ever be the same again. Book 1 of the Burning Series Highest ranking: #13 in Adventure on 03/04/16

Demons, possession, rituals. Every demonic things you could dream of. It's all in this mansion. After Leeon's parents die, he has to move in with his Grandmama. She is cruel, abusive, and definitely not your everyday old lady. Besides the fact that she is a billionaire living in a remote mansion, she looks over 100 years younger than she is, and does things no one understands. She has a basement that is off limit to her servants, and the entire mansion is only lit with candles and windows, most of which are blocked by black curtains. And then there's Lance. He's the servant Grandmama assigned to Leeon, not to care for him, but to show him his own chores and to keep him on schedule, not to mention Lance has the key to Leeon's room. But Lance does more than is needed to protect Leeon. Watch as Leeon and Lance's relationship evolves and as Grandmama works her sick ways in... Grandmama's Mansion

When an enigmatic and handsome stranger walks into Evangeline Hart's lonely life, he makes her question everything she's ever known. With his twisted, unstable personality and his ethereal features, she is drawn to him with the kind of intoxicating trance that brings a butterfly to nectar. He is unpredictable, uncanny, and he's stalking her. What Evangeline didn't know is that her blue-eyed angel is indeed a psycho. ❝What if the blue I see is not the same color blue you see?❞ cover done by @synesthesia-

Bay lived life with people hating her... Why? She never knew. She got good grades and didn't talk back. Her parents hated her. Her teachers hated her. Even strangers. Until one day a guy with a six pack showed up...yea I said six pack.

★ Wattpad Featured: #FreshReads #InHerWords2022 ❝You're not taking me to bed. Ever.❞ ❝...Who said it had to be on a bed?❞ A disgraced immortal and a legendary folk hero are desperate to locate a blacksmith who can break the enchanted handcuffs that bind them before they drive each other absolutely mad. Or kiss. Whichever comes first. (spoiler alert: they don't.) SONGS OF OURSELVES Kay Elle © All Rights Reserved

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She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor

"You're really a ghost." I said, brown eyes wide. "Yes, you can close your mouth now." He said, smirking his infuriating smirk again. "Damned to my bedroom for all eternity?" I asked, with a teasing smile of my own. A frown married his devilish good looks. "It seemed a lot better before you said that." Pressing his finger to my lips, his cold, green eyes gazed into my own. "I think I prefer you with your mouth closed, little mouse." When quite, awkward Zei moves into an old house, the last thing she expects to find is a cocky, arrogant ghost who resides in her bedroom. Finding no way to get rid of him, she finds herself stuck with an inhumanely handsome supernatural being. With stark white tousled hair, forest green eyes and chiselled good looks, he looks nothing like what ghosts are supposed to look like. And rather than haunt her, he instead, enjoys to spend his time following her around and insulting her at every opportunity he gets. But there is far more to him than he reveals. She is about to find out the ghost in her room isn't the only damned creature out there. And he isn't the only one hiding secrets.

Anne doesn't want to play spin the bottle again after the last time, Cole was not there to save her this time. Conveniently enough, Gilbert doesn't want to play either. Phileo comes from the Greek verb (Φιλέω) and means 'To Kiss'. COMPLETE