Everyone thinks Lady Virelle D'Argent is here to cause chaos. Raised by a terrifyingly ambitious mother, blessed with noble blood, and dressed like a villain in a romantic tragedy, Virelle was expected to destroy reputations, steal the spotlight, and seduce the most powerful man in court. She had other plans. Specifically: naps. Quiet corners. Avoiding conversation. But in a world where everyone's playing a dangerous social game, Virelle's refusal to play is the most unpredictable move of all. And when the cold-hearted duke's heir starts spending time with her - not for strategy, but for peace - things begin to unravel in all the wrong ways. She's not scheming. She's just tired.

Kill the man who deserves to die and you have eradicated the weed by its root. That was easier Done than Said for Delilah Eves. However, death of Benedict Ainsworth_ a culpably aristocratic lord of London led Delilah back North, to Yorkshire, Yorkton_ not only her hometown but also a place where the Duke of Yorkton becomes her next objective of intents. Lots of Cadavers, odd medical practices, an old acquaintance, mystery and malignity, a castle and another, death and decadence and the ever haunting moors_ Delilah Eves is pulled into a whirlwind of all things dark and all things savage. The only trouble is, the said duke is a sweet, unassuming man, unlike anything he was rumoured to be and there is no denying the undercurrent of attraction between the two. Delilah must decide what to believe.

CHINESE ARYA STARK meets THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA. *A Wattpad Featured story* When everyone wears a mask, who do you trust? In the unforgiving empire of Erden where the Imperials reign supreme, Sarna is a slave. After escaping the brothel where a man burned half her face, she is determined to lead a new life by joining Zichuan Theater as a performer. When an assassination attempt on the crown prince casts suspicion on Zichuan Theater, the fragile foundations of that new life begin to crumble. Incarcerated with a death sentence in line, she is offered a dangerous deal: the crown prince's head in exchange for Zichuan Theater's freedom. To save her theater, Sarna journeys to learn the dark art of Facechanging from a forgotten god, hides herself behind borrowed beauty, and uses her new identity to infiltrate the Jade Palace. But no godly transaction comes without a price. Not only does she find herself trapped not only in a web of court intrigue, but in a battle for control of her body and her life. As time ticks down for her theater, she must decide between her heart and her freedom, or risk losing everything she has ever loved and worked for - including her identity. Highest ranking: #54 in Fantasy (14/2/18) Cover trailer by @Abyss-of-Crazy

She is Ariela Davis, an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. Pero dahil sa isang insidente kinailangan niyang lumipat sa bagong school sa gitna ng kanyang Senior year. Sa isang MAGIC SCHOOL kung saan dating nagtuturo ang kanyang Lola. This story is about magic, adventure, fantasy and romance. Welcome to CHARM ACADEMY: SCHOOL OF MAGIC. Where every charm is power. Written by: april_avery COMPLETED 11/09/13 to 10/03/14 All Rights Reserved 2014 Trailer made by COLILAY

Like many low elves in the kingdom of Edresh, Morana was orphaned as a child during the war against neighboring Araphel. But Morana is more fortunate than most, and is taken to live in the palace as a companion to a captive princess, Astreia. She and Astreia become like sisters, and Morana nurses a tension-filled friendship with the sometimes cruel, but always charming High Elf Prince Tievel. But even with the war over, all is not well in Edresh. A curse spreads through the land, raising ghouls and monsters and stealing the lives of the unborn. Yet it is ignored by the High Elf nobility, whose immortality renders such concerns beneath them. Then, the king-Tievel's grandfather-is killed by a magical Araphelian assassin known as a Reaper. When Morana encounters the Reaper as he's making his escape, he reveals a truth that Morana had long-denied: she is one of the last Deathsingers, a wielder of the very same forbidden magic that inspired the king's savage assault on Araphel. Furthermore, her ability to Sing away immortality might just be the key to stopping the horrors slowly consuming their world... But only if she is willing to condemn those like her dear Tievel, who have only ever known eternal life, to the cold permanence of death. To right the wrongs of long ago and prevent the world's unraveling, Morana must dive head first into the sort of danger she's always avoided and venture into Araphel with her friends. But the Reaper is always close behind, a constant reminder of both what Morana is and the impossible sacrifice she might be called upon to make... Season 1 on The Deathsinger WARNING: This story contains depictions of violence and depictions of sexual assault that may not be suitable for some readers.

#1 in LGBT 9/23/21, #1 in Horror 9/23/21, #2 in BxB 9/23/21, #1 in ZombieApocalypse 9/23/21 Killian's eyes flickered up to Jasper. In the afternoon sunlight, the younger man's hazel irises brightened into a beautiful, golden honey-brown. Jasper was speechless for a few split seconds, until he managed to make his mind work out what to say next. "We're a team. That means no man gets left behind. I'll come back for you, I promise." ________________________ Killian-Grey has survived on his own for five months since the world was taken over by the dead. Desperation drives him to accidentally stealing somebody's food. A plea for help after being stabbed is answered by Jasper Adachi, an ex-military soldier determined to save the innocent and bring Killian back to the safety of his group. The two make an unlikely pair, but soon realize their survival may depend on one another more than they had initially thought. When the time comes, will Killian join Jasper's group, or wander out on his own once again? The dead are dangerous, but the living are cruel. If the two are to survive, they'll need to learn to get along and stick together. Will they work as a team, or become one of the dead? Copyright 2020 © All Rights Reserved ________________________ *Currently being edited* ________________________ Since mock websites are becoming more common unfortunately, I have to give the disclaimer that this story is only being published on Wattpad, if you see it anywhere else let me know so I can warn my followers and also be aware that it could make your device vulnerable to malware. Story is not recommended for anybody under 17 years of age due to: • Gore • Violence • Strong language

When Vincent Tucat learns he's to be robbed, he turns the tables on the thief to enhance his own reputation. However, in city ruled by thieves, burglary and politics often go hand in hand, and things are rarely as straightforward as they appear.

May isang pinaniniwalaang alamat ng Karagatan na kung saan may mga sirenang nagbabantay ng mahiwagang Perlas sa Hilaga, Timog, Silangan at Kanluran ng Pilipinas. Sa tuwing kabilugan ng buwan ay nag-aalay ng buhay ng tao ang mga sirenang iyon para sa Karagatan. Sa loob ng ilang libong taon ay napanatili ang pangangalaga sa mahiwagang Perlas hanggang sa isang gabi ay ninakaw ng isang pilyong binata na kilalang manggagantso ang perlas ng Kanluran na binabantayan ni Sirene. Isang mahiwagang perlas, isang mamamatay-tao na Sirena, isang pilyong manggagantso na binata, isang hapon na kapitan ng barko, at ang paparating na Ikalawang Digmaang Pandaigdig (World War II). Ang istoryang ito ay panahon pa ng pananakop ng mga Hapones sa Pilipinas. Date Written: November 15, 2017 Date Finished: July 10, 2018

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".