2018 Wattys winner and Belle Ame Award winner in the Fan Fiction category. Reached #1 in thelittlemermaid, backstory, and Ursula; #3 in headcanons; #7 in Disney. [To be edited.] Prepare to see "The Little Mermaid" in a very different light. If you grew up loving the Disney classic, this is your chance to be part of that world again--a world darker and more complex than you remember. Trace Ursula's descent into villainy, and decide whether this is a prequel to "The Little Mermaid"....or if TLM is merely a sequel to Ursula's tale. Cover by the amazing Sophia Lamons.

"Karma's a bitch, and bitches love drama" 17 year old lassie faces hella obstacles in her life, She learns to get over them and to keep it moving. But that's until odell pops up making everything harder then they already are.....

Siena can heal wounds with a touch of her hands. A captive since birth, she is used as a tool of war by a Plainsmen tribe. A chance escape into the forest proves successful... and deadly. Rescued by the Forestfolk--a group of people she always thought were nothing more than bedtime stories--Siena remains on edge. Trust does not come easily when persecution is all she's ever known. Keeping her abilities a secret seems like the right thing to do, until a tragic accident renders two Forestfolk spiraling toward death. If she chooses to reveal her abilities, she risks being subjugated again. Treated as no longer human. Maybe even sent back to the Plainsmen. But keeping her talent to herself means ignoring the injured around her, even allowing them to die. The choice seems obvious to Siena, but living with the repercussions of that choice is another matter altogether. A journey of self-discovery, a bit of adventure, and a splash of romance. On the Wattys 2017 Shortlist!

In the beginning, there was Nothing. And then a rush of creation ending with the world itself, full of Wonder. But all would not be well for long as tragedy strikes the Heavens, leading to the shattering of its gardens, and the creation of what mortals calls Night and Day. A prequel to 'Light From Above' this is my NaNoWriMo project for 2017. For now it is rough, though I will try to keep Grammar and spelling errors to a minimum.

A Septiplier Fanfiction When Mark, a teenager in college gets assigned a job to find a "Pen Pal" in a mental asylum, he finds it pointless until he meets someone that catches his eye One of the patients.

The Grove is a Wattpad Featured Story. Fifteen-year-old Fuchsia speaks like an average teen navigating the usual drama, but her community of tribes called The Grove is an even more terrifying place to be than the halls of high school. The two major events in a tribe member's life are being pollinated, if you're lucky, and being picked, if you're not. Watching heads roll on a daily basis, Cord, a healer's son wise beyond his years, teaches Fuchsia how to break the rules of their limited society to support an underground movement with ancient roots. Romance and satire twist like vines as Fuchsia and Cord trade illegal secrets, sacrificing it all to save their tribes from a fate worse than death while stealing passionate moments in the meadow. Forced to choose sides in a century-old war that has ravaged the land, Fuchsia must put her fleeting life where her words are and hope the outcome will outlive the season. What a revelation! And one I definitely didn't see coming. Love this story! ~ @amberkbryant I never saw that coming :o this book is so full if surprises and awesomeness, please keep writing!!! ~ @dreaming_in_seattle What a gorgeous chapter. Maybe my favorite of the book. So honest and sweet and exactly perfect in every way! Yes to this! And more! ~ @tamoja I'm liking this story so much! I like the connection between perfumes, bees, buzzing and hovering in this chapter. Wonderful character building and the dialogues set the mood so well throughout the story! Great one! Fuchsia is my fave here! ~ @rosaimee Cover by @Red_Harvey. Special thanks to Jeff Price who inspired this story. Copyright © 2023 Field & Studio Productions, Ltd. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the express written permission of Christy Baker Knight.

A 22 year old psychopath draws us into a world of chaos, cynicism and callous murder. When you believe that your actions are insignificant in regards to the universe, there's nothing stopping you from taking whatever you want. The line between genius and insane is very thin, but only you can judge which side this narcissistic narrator speaks from.

Ebony has been abandoned in a forest where "moving" trees force her to a house in the middle of the forest. A house of seven Werewolves where one claims she's His. But with Death following her, will she just put them all in danger?

Evelyn has been shunned her whole life in her old pack by her so called friends and family who abandoned her when her mother, the Luna of the pack, had run off with her mate. Alone and blamed for her mother's disappearance, she became the official maid of the pack, which at this time is an incredibly common position to have. But maids are treated badly, with some packs more or less treating them like slaves and servants. The Phoenix pack is home to some of the most dangerous wolves, including an alpha who is rumored to be heartless and a monster. Sold to the Phoenix Pack, Evelyn discovers the true meaning of love and finally finds a place where she feels safe, cherished and wanted. With a dodgy pack Doctor, cheeky pups, inappropriate grandmas and an arrogant alpha, Evelyn will feel straight at home. Right? --- First couple of chapters aren't my best work, but if you keep going past them, I can assure you that it gets better :D ---

•••Excerpt••• I walked Vivian up to her apartment. During the ride back she couldn't stop talking about the clothes she saw and her smile was constant. The spark in her eyes never left. How could I ask her to stay just because I was a self-centered fool. I'd miss her. "Thanks for dinner, Rich. I really appreciate it." I knew she meant for more than just dinner. "Your welcome, Viv." I hugged her. She was still here for another week. There's no need to go all sappy now. It was only 3 months. She'll be back before I know it. But for now, I needed this. To be with her. We pulled apart. That glow was still there. If I hadn't known any better, she looked like one of my many one night stands after hot sex. Wait, she looked like- "Oh, shit." "What is it?" She asked. Her face was surprised that I cursed out of nowhere. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's who?" "The man that you're fucking, Viv." *primarily in Vivian's pov, and this story was created about 3 years ago with not much editing. Sorry for the choppy style and grammar. I won't be changing it much because I wanna keep the memory of my writing.