the blind knight and the realm's delight

please read notes at the bottom. They are important :) [][][][]-[][][][]-[][][][]-[][][][] Zver' Soldat is what they called you, The Beast Soldier. HYDRA's most violent weapon yet. They didn't have to break you all that much, just enough that you'd obey every command. You were a cold-blooded carnivore, pulling apart your targets and leaving them unrecognisable, and with a few serums, you surely were their greatest treasure, a gold coin among bronze alloys. HYDRA has had many experiments, many failed and yet many oh so powerful, but none of them left a message quite like you did. You were strong, fast, and merciless. However, these qualities got you on to S.H.I.E.L.D.S radar fast, but finding you was like finding a needle in a haystack. There was no information on you whatsoever, no full appearance, no real name, no age, no family, nothing, just a gender and an alias. They hadn't even found where HYDRA had you located, but what happens when the Avengers infiltrate a base looking for stolen blueprints and you, unbeknownst to them, are what stands in their way? [][][][]-[][][][]-[][][][]-[][][][] NOTES: A NATASHA ROMANOFF X Y/N ROMANCE. *The story will not be entirely accurate to the movies. Some circumstances have been altered simply for the sake of this work of fiction. *This book will be 18+ and will contain scenes such as detailed smut, strong language, detailed violence, dark themes, and other aspects that may be triggering. Please read at your own discretion. I ask kindly that minors do not read. I physically can not stop you. However, I advise that you find more suitable material to read. If you are discovered to be a minor, you may be blocked from this account.

Two young people with vastly different lives have both all but given up on finding someone to connect with until they both stumble across a website which matches you with an anonymous pen pal and they both find out that fate is in fact very real and some things are just meant to be. gxg billie eilish x masc!oc word count: 37,255

She's not crazy. Just a little eccentric. Penny Rosemary, your typical nerd who caught herself a bit of trouble near the end of the school year when she beat the crap out of her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She's not a violent person. Really. But that's what everyone thinks of her as and Penny just can't help but feel indifferent about her situation when she's got all of her attention on the new girl in town. She's bad. She's mean. She's tough. And she has a glare that can pierce right into Penny's heart. And the best part of it all is that the bad girl has taken resident in Penny's house. Now that's crazy. A classic nerdxbadgirl duo, only that Penny isn't your classic nerd and might leave a trail of chaos along the way. --------- -Warning! This book contains explicit language and dark/disturbing themes and elements! Reader's discretion is advised! -Slow burn -------- Anyways, first time making an original story so have fun reading and thanks for giving the story a try! (Began writing on July 2019--First upload on December 2019--Completed on December 2020) -------- Highest Rankings: #1 Lesbian (4/10/2020) #6 girlxgirl (4/13/2020) #3 highschool (4/23/2020) #1 psycho (6/3/2020)

Due to an instance of sabotage, Rosalie loathes Joanna Spencer. Suffice to say that Rosalie would, if she could, throttle Joanna and after four long years she has her chance. Joanna's back in DC after living abroad, and she's gayer than ever, and has an even stronger grudge on soccer than before. Despite being an ace goalie, Joanna couldn't care less until Rosalie winds up as her soccer captain with high hopes of making it to nationals. Being smitten does little to improve Joanna's attitude towards the general public, and fuels Rosalie's "hatred" even further. [ Cover illustration by @SearchingAstronaut ]

Buggy Gills isn't who anyone thinks she is. Some say she's a snotty popular girl. Others say she's a geek who spends her time playing video games. Some say she's a blonde, others say wavy black-haired. Some have seen her as a kind nurse, and the rest comment her as an off-duty conductor at the train station. Who is Buggy, really? She's a chameleon, a 'mistress of disguises' as people on the news call her (although 'girl master' suits her better). And she's an anti-hero. Buggy does her own thing that just happens to save people's lives. Now that a well-known celebrity is kidnapped, Buggy has to find him before it's too late. The problem with that is, who's that girl Buggy's always seeing throughout her mission? Cover by @himayalin (ROUGH DRAFT) If you're interested in reading more of Buggy, you can find her story in my collection of shorts, Looking Forward.

They say Junior Year of College is the hardest, but for Iris, it's for new beginnings. It's never too late to live your dreams, which is precisely what Iris is hell-bent on doing. What's more, she ends up in the bed of the girl she has had a crush on for years. It seems that everything is going even better than Iris planned. But what happens when Iris crosses paths with another girl in the most unconventional way possible? With her life seemingly falling apart, and the realization that people are not always how you imagine them to be, Junior Year of College might be off to an unexpected start.

After recovering from a brutal car crash, Maze drops out of college to help her mom pay the medical bills. With her history of illegal street racing, she devises a plan to win her way out of debt-all she needs is her friend to steal his father's car. It was nearly foolproof. Until a malfunction brings the local mechanic onto the scene: Maze's old childhood best friend Kass Lyons. The very same Kass who ghosted her for four years after confessing her love for Maze back in high school.

[Wattpad's Summer Reading Checklist 2022 Pick] "'Hella heavy' is your response to seeing me with a literal fish tail?" "Sorry. Should ... should it be something else? Wait, does this mean that you can't eat sushi?" * * * * * When Alyssa shows up in Hulhazy Front a week after wiping the memory of her partner, she's terrified of ruining everything again. Her brother and dad are convinced she'll be okay as soon as she's able to "move on", which makes no sense to her, because they sound like the exact same thing. Alyssa doesn't care about moving on--she just cares about hiding the fact that she's a mermaid from this new small town, and especially her new coworker, Elliot. Elliot has spent the past year trying to figure out how to be out. It seems that every time she finds some kind of balance, something has to happen. Her parents say something homophobic before she's about to confess her "big secret," or her old friends from the swim team make some jab about all the things they're convinced Elliot did sophomore year. She's planning on her summer consisting of working at the public pool, hiding her sexuality, and third-wheeling it up with her best friends, Neema and Duncan. Until, of course, she meets Alyssa. *cover created using graphics from freepik*

When aspiring writer Marcie is hired as the personal assistant to her all-time favorite author, Rosalind Lindbergh, she expects to be learning the ins and outs of the industry - not fending off red-hot feelings that aren't exactly "workplace appropriate." Season 1 of Romancing The Writer *** Willing to do anything to prove she has it together, unemployed writer/perpetual screw-up Marcella Harper somehow manages to land her second-place dream job: personal assistant to her personal hero, best-selling author Rosalind Lindbergh. Brutally dumped less than 24 hours after her first day, Marcie discovers that there may be no better distraction than her new job ... and new boss. After all, Marcie has had a crush on über-famous, ultra-hot Roz since high school. And - although she promised Marcie their relationship was strictly professional - Roz might just be returning her awkward, bumbling advances. When lines begin to blur and career prospects end up on the line, Marcie is sure of one thing: either she gives up on her dreams, or her dream woman. "You know, they have tutorials online for this kind of thing," I tell her. "You know, I hired a personal assistant for this kind of thing," she retorts. And then, we both stand there, awkwardly close. We watch the coffee sputter, then begin to pour. Neither of us utters a word. And, when it's done pouring, neither of us reach for it. "Are you ... not gonna take your coffee?" I finally ask. It's quiet. Tentative. "Oh. Right."