"My hands are stained with dirt. And they always will be." ~ Lillian Nightshade; assassin, Captain America's girlfriend, and number one magnet for bullsh*t and bad luck. For her entire life, she's been told what to, who to kill, who she is, and what she's meant to be. And now? Thanks to her history of daddy issues that could rival Shellhead's, she finds herself kidnapped by father of the year Loki Laufeyson and held hostage in a realm far from her favourite boy toy's reach. Asgard. Struggling with her own sense of identity whilst simultaneously trying to escape the clutches of a god with fabulously glorious hair, by the time Lillian finds herself returning to the world she knows, she begins to notice a suspicious amount of change within it. HYDRA apparently died with the Red Skull, SHIELD hasn't fallen, the battle of Braga never went down, and Steve Rogers doesn't seem to remember her. It's almost as if she's... Gone back in time? Between balancing the timeline, trying not to spoil the future, righting wrongs committed the first time around and dealing with a butt tonne of family drama, Lillian simply can't catch a break from all the bad luck she attracts. Throw a familiar metal armed World War II soldier turned HYDRA weapon into the mix, and the Nightingale might just be in over her head. In spite of it all, will the two complete opposites, Steve and Lillian, find their way to each other's lives once again? Or is their romance lost, a faded memory stored away for rainy days? For she may have their love to light the way, but where there is light, there will always be its older sibling. Darkness. BOOK TWO OF THE NIGHTINGALE CHRONICLES **I obviously don't own any Marvel or comic characters. I only half of the plot, Lillian Nightshade, Samuel Hemmings and a few other characters that appear later on in the book. All other rights are reserved to Marvel and DC comics.**

[SAGE sequel] "Destruction can only happen if those being destroyed have never felt pain." Sage Connelly always seemed to bring along a plague of dark hearts. Her junior year, however, seems to be the epitome of darkness as she is succumbed into such immense chaos. Not only have old flames come back to haunt her, but new fears are paralyzing her at night when a dark druid starts roaming around town, sacrificing people for the hell of it; while Scott's pack find themselves in the face of danger once again, Sage's name finds its way in the playing field of who could possibly be behind all of the atrocities. The blonde is forced to make decisions that no seventeen year old should have to make, and she is faced with the fall of two people that managed to find their way into her collapsing heart. To make matters worse, the on-going relationship between herself and Stiles is now hitting the rocks the closer they come to revealing things about Sage she never even knew; Stiles refuses to love a hard exterior of a lifeless soul. Sage Connelly's story must continue, and she must find things out about herself that have been hidden beyond the flames of the Hale fire. The notorious blonde must figure out how in the hell she is going to survive high school when her sanity is on a thin line of destruction and death. Sage Connelly must figure out how she is going to continue being Sage Connelly before the plague of dark hearts catches up to her. [Season 3A and 3B] © Copyright 2016 | vividparacosm cover by: @amberIes

Can a natural killer learn to be human again? Regan's unique talent for murder makes her a perfect assassin. After a lethal encounter leaves her broken body washed up on a beach, she finds herself adopted by a group of teenage bodyguards. She doesn't intend to stay for long, but soon Regan finds herself faced with a choice: become a hero or stay a villain? *** The boy played with the flat brim of the cap in his hands and looked around the room. He sat back in his chair, trying to look casual, but the heel of his hi-top sneaker drummed rapidly on the concrete floor. Regan sat opposite him with her legs crossed and her hands folded on her tartan skirt. She watched him without a word and brushed a strand of blue-dyed hair behind her ear. Somehow this seemed to unsettle him more. 'Calm down,' she said. 'It's just murder.' *** Author's Note: Darkness Girl: Trickster God is represented by Louise Fury from The Bent Agency. P.S. The epic cover was made by Paul Kopetko (you can stalk him at paulkopetko.com). Enjoy!

Due to the recent death of her closest friend, Diane's summer has started off to be a spiral of depression and despondency. But enter a chameleon and Elijah West, a smart and sassy plot twist who sets out to challenge Diane's monotonous ways and simply change her outlook on life. [spiritual #22 on October 14th, 2015] [short story #291 on July 25th, 2014] (2014) [WATTY AWARDS 2014 HQ LOVE AWARD WINNER] [WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

War. Death. Conquest. Famine. The Four Horsemen of the apocalypse. Of course, they're not to be mistaken for the literal apocalyptic Four Horsemen, for it's only the name of their team. However, whilst they may not be the Armageddon-sent Horsemen, their aliases still strike a stone cold, petrifying fear into the cores of their enemies and allies. Chase, Jordan, Estelle and Lucas however? Well... they're about as terrifying as Mike Wazowski. Meet the protagonist of the book; Estelle Aveline. Or, as she is more commonly known as; Conquest the Horseman. No one knows Conquest is a female, because she's more so the stay at home in her pyjamas and hack the President's computer or SHIELD for kicks kind of girl. She is though, the most important member of the team. She holds the other three boys together. So when Victor Von Douche burns down the Horsemen's public mansion, steals $3.2 million from them, ruins and demolishes all their computers and manages to give severe burns to War in the fire, what are the Horsemen to do? Hunt him down of course. And whose help do they unfortunately need to do so? The Fantastic Four. Yet in the midst of war, what if the Horsemen's identities are finally revealed? And what if, after all these years, a certain flamboyant hothead conquers the one part of Conquest that she never thought possible? Her heart. ***I obviously do not own any Marvel or comic characters. I only own the Four Horsemen, the plot, and a few characters that appear later on in the story. All rights are reserved to Marvel comics.

I was dared to ask him to homecoming. I didn't actually expect him to say yes. + + + New town, new school, new friends- a new start. It's all Olivia could really ask for. Having to move in with her extremely cheerful aunt and her snobby cousin, Olivia's taken by surprise. It's a change, of course. But is it a good one? With a cousin like Vivica, who's one of the popular girls in school, Olivia has to undergo a lot in order to be accepted into that crowd. They're the only people she knows, and she's not exactly a social butterfly. And a part of the pressure that she has to endure includes her having to ask Maddox Finnegan, a considerably misbehaved guy, to homecoming. And she didn't expect him to say yes. And she really didn't expect everything to change because of his answer. + + + COVER MADE BY WATTPAD USER RAPUNZELSMILES

Stereotypes. I hate them. On my first day at my new school, a girl in a blue and white cheerleader's uniform told me I 'looked like a cheerleader' and asked me to come to tryouts. I almost decked her. Blonde hair and blue eyes do not a cheerleader make. Cheerleaders can be bitchy and mean but they can also act all happy and excited and they can drool and swoon over Finn Wallace – the hands-down hottest guy in school – like there's no tomorrow. Me? Well, I'm just bitchy and mean. So someone please tell me why Finn Wallace is suddenly chasing after me? *This is NOT a Bridgit Mendler fan fiction* Copyright © 2013 CrayonChomper

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Bliss has always been different. Because of a condition called CIPA, she’s never felt pain–no headaches, no cramps, no charlie horses. She also can’t sweat, cry or even play sports without endangering her life. And the worst part? She knows she has an expiration date, and it is probably fairly soon -- most people like her don't live past the age of 18. So, what's a girl to do? Well, if you're Bliss, you give the world the finger and decide to live life on your own terms. For her, this means training with her top-secret government agent mom in the art of hand-to-hand combat, and convincing her mad scientist dad to invent a special suit that will let her seek out the world's dangers without overheating and biting the big one. She is determined to take the world on, fighting the “bad guys” and leaving her mark during the short time she has. But when an old friend from CIPA camp asks her to help track down others like them who've suddenly disappeared under mysterious circumstances, her reckless lifestyle is put to the ultimate test. Especially when the junior government agent-in-training her mom assigns to help them with the case turns out to be totally hot--and totally into her. Torn between her feelings of anger toward the life she's been dealt and the one she could have if she just let others in, Bliss takes off on a mission that might just be her last.

We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You shouldn't be here." Her voice wobbled, the first sharp stab of anxiety hit her when he took a step towards her. Why was he here? She stared in fear at the man in front of her. His naked chest glistened with sweat, his body tight, muscly and toned. Mouth watering. In the dim light of her kitchen, her eyes managed to travel over the tattoos on his right peck and bicep. "I shouldn't, but I am." He gave a slow sexy smile at her as he put his hands up in surrender. Her eyes widened at the evident bulge that was restricted in his black sweat pants. "Get out!" Before she knew it, he had lunged at her. Her knife now at her throat. "Silencio." Book Cover by Createdforyou