We all know the story, whether we love it or absolutely abhor it. But if the tale we were told was twisted? When the Cullens leave she isn't the broken Bella that works on autopilot, she actually returns home to her loving husband and big brothers, but what happens when they cross paths again? (The story is being completely rewritten because it was so cringeworthy.)

[Highest Rank: #3 in Romance] "Tell me to kiss you," he whispered so quiet and husk I wouldn't have heard if he wasn't my main focus of attention. "No," I protested knowing good and well that I've never wanted anything more. "Tell me," his other hand slid under his hoodie, his cold finger tips a contrast on my hot body, his lips leaning in to whisper in my ear, "to kiss you." His eyes pulled back and studied my face. I leaned in close, my lips barely touching his. "No," the stretch of my lips making a bit more contact with his. I heard him growl. And then it was as if a gust of wind blew out the candles and everything went cold, including the once occupied space in front of me. He was gone and I was left alone in the dark. ______________________ They say drowning is a peaceful death, one of the best ways to die, if there is even a good way to die at all. They say it's like falling asleep, the calm feeling of water flooding your lungs as the flow of oxygen ceases and you pass from earth to wherever we go after this life. I however, beg to differ. ______________________ When a blue eyed girl stumbles into the town of Wrustles and almost drowns she becomes the talk of the town.. and the chatter of the sea. After being convinced that someone in the water saved her she jumps again, only to find the harsh waves and a face. A face she knew would find her beneath the crashing water above her. A face she believed in before she even knew it existed. ______________________ I update hella frequently! And my chapters are what some would consider short but I promise it's worth it and it allows really frequent updates! ♡ ______________________

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay

Ren had always been strange. She didn't mind it. She had grown up, along with her cousin Jake, hearing tales of children who could do incredible things. Special children. She believed in their grandfather's stories with all her heart, for a long time at least. Then, like all children, Ren grew too old to believe in her grandfather Abe's stories. Or at least she had to pretend to. She pretended so well, she even forgot her own strangeness. When she travels to Wales with her cousin and uncle, Ren remembers just how strange she is. Just how peculiar. When she meets a certain dead riser, she's not sure exactly how to feel about him and Enoch certainly acts like he wants nothing to do with her. Still, the two must learn to work together in order to keep the little family together and save Miss Peregrine. Will a friendship form? Or maybe something more? Mostly based on the movie and not the book because it's been too long since I've read the book. The characters still belong to Ransom Riggs and not me. I do own Ren and my cover so please don't steal them. There will be some angst, fluff, romance, a few swears. But, as with all my fics, nothing to warrant a mature rating.

❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose." The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?" He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞ ~*~ p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56

"An Angel's smile is what you sell. You promise me heaven. Then put me through hell." Marlene is the real Erudite. Smart, sarcastic, indefectible. But she doesn't want that. She wants to be Dauntless. Eric is the real Dauntless with an Erudite soul. Strong, smart. Will he be able to go over his pride for her? Or more importantly, will she be able to put a side her prejudice for him? Will they be able to survive everything they'll have to go through? Or will the past decide their future?

" Hey, Styles!" One of the jocks from across the field shouts, making the curly headed boy turn his head to where the voice was coming from. " Ha, nevermind! I forgot you can't see shit, what a loser the blind kid is." The guy laughs. as his friends pat him on the back, howling with laughter. Harry just shakes his head, frowning, head down, as he leans against the tree. I walk over to him and sit down. " Hey." I say, smiling. " What, are you going to make fun of me too?" He scowls, keeping his head down, his dark glasses hitting the brim of his nose. " No...I would do that if I had no life, but in this case I do. I'm Georgie." I put my hand on his shoulder. ( THIS STORY IDEA BELONGS TO @bedsheets! GO FOLLOW HER ! THIS COVER WAS MADE BY HER ALSO GO CHECK OUT HER COVER REQUEST BOOK OR PREMADE COVERS!)

joie de vi·vre ˌZHwä də ˈvēvrə/ noun exuberant enjoyment of life. Joie de vivre. That's how I planned to live. Life was meant to be lived and after recent events I was gonna live the hell out of it. I'm gonna do things a girl has never done before. I was going to seize the day. Seize the months, years, and decades. I was planning on doing it alone but then he came along.

What if the Joker never met Harley? What if he fell for a random girl off the street? This story follows Jackie, aka Jack, on an unexpected journey with the clown prince of darkness, where she not only finds out secrets about the Joker, but herself. (This is my first fanfiction so I hope you like it!)

Samantha Coldwell knew JJ Watt before he was the famous defensive end from the Houston Texans. As a matter of fact, she believes they are soulmates.They grew up together and know they are trying to make their relationship work now that the two of them are busy keeping up with their careers and trying to make time for each other with their busy schedules. Can their love overcome all? Follow the journey from when they were young to the present and what challenges they face in their relationship. **completed- will begin editing soon**