🏆 x2 Awards! ✨️ Second Place in Mystery & Thriller category ~ The Creative Cauldron Awards. ✨️ First Place in BEST BOOK COVER ~ The Ametrine Awards. Jlenx was... dead? To millions of readers on Inkverse, he was the anonymous author behind psychological thrillers that felt alarmingly real (in an addictive way). To Amber Wilding, he was more than that. He was the only person who truly understood her. That was until a post appeared announcing his death. The internet mourns him like it's fact. Amber reads it like it's a lie. She can't shake the feeling sometmhing isn't right. Especially when one of his superfans starts messaging her. And suddenly the question won't leave her alone: Did someone kill Jlenx... or is she next? Because online, people can be anyone. And someone might already be watching her.

🏆x3 Awards! ✨️Second Place for Best Cover in the Cassiopeia Mini Awards. Proud to say What Was Held made the short list in The Original Muse Awards! I'm Liliah. Sixteen, almost seventeen. I hate being me. Why? Ten reasons: 1. I'm stuck in Muxleigh - a suffocating seaside town. 2. My mum only cares when it affects her. 3. My step-dad runs our house on fear. 4. I'm failing the person I love most: my six-year-old sister, Forsythia. 5. I don't know who I am... or why I'm here. 6. I attacked the worst boy in town - now I'm hated, and he's still worshipped. 7. My vice? It's leaving scars. 8. My mental health? Apparently I belong in a psych ward. 9. Bexmoore was meant to be a fresh start. It wasn't. 10. I had two chances at something real... and I ruined them both. I'm at breaking point. Hiding in the dirt, literally, I'm not joking. What I hate the most? How alone I feel. Maybe telling my story means someone else won't feel like this. Before it's too late.

She came to Chicago to disappear. After her older brother's sudden death, Katherine leaves behind the only life she's ever known, hoping distance will bury the past. But when a hidden box of letters begins to unravel everything she thought she knew about her family, her quiet new life starts to fracture. Then there's the man who visits her café every morning. He doesn't recognise her. She doesn't recognise him. But some connections are made long before two people ever meet.

COLLECTION OF CREEPYPASTA STORIES >> Creepypsta is a collection of horror and paranormal stories Since I can't use my laptop more often... I just post some creepypasta stories here as a collection for me to read in my phone :) And also because other wattpadians takes too much time to update their creepypasta collection YOU guys are free to read. PG13 I take no credit from the stories here >> Stories found @ http://creepypasta.wikia.com/

(READ DESCRIPTION) Various horror stories (mainly creepy pastas and urban legends). Good luck sleeping... I did not write any of these stories nor claim any of them, all rights go to the authors/owners of these stories. This is just a collection of all my favourite creepypastas that i've decided to share with you, enjoy ;)

My own collection of creepypastas and horror stories. I promise you that if you read them you're going to sleep with lights on. *not all stories are mine* *some of the stories might be long but worth reading*