"I promised myself I wouldn't fall in love with you," I said, sucking in a shaky breath, "But it was 04:00, and we were laughing way too hard, and I felt happy for the first time in a long time, and I knew I was screwed." I felt his hand brush my fingertips, then softly hold them. I could feel his heart beating as I sat against his chest, my head next to his heart. He gave my hand a squeeze and I could feel him smiling as he kissed the top of my head, "Well, Meeki," he said, his voice raspy, "If you're only screwed because you fell in love with me, I've dug a hole and buried myself in it." *** Touch of Ice is the exciting romantic adventure that begins with two tributes who have been shipped off to Drelm's dragon training academy. For a decade, they will raise and train their own dragons, but a decade is a long time, and when you have time, things can happen. The humerus romantic action novel that is Touch of Ice will leave you on the edge of your seat waiting for more.

Haley has social anxiety. After taking a year out of the education system to be home-schooled, she's back as a junior. While she's not ready to take on the world as one might expect, she - at least - wants a fresh start. She knows that she's not the prettiest girl at her new school and by no means popular. Her life takes an unexpected turn when her sister winds up in hospital with an injury that not even the doctors can fix. Will Haley make it to the end of the year without the support of her older sister to show her the way? A Wattpad Featured Story Teen Fiction: #52 Finished: 14/12/13 Edited: 23/12/14 Featured: 22/4/15

I FEAR OBLIVION. we all do. But with all of the regions spiraling into chaos, maybe I'm not so terrified of it anymore. There's nothing left in this world for us anymore. Not after the Light. Not after our ancestors were scorched to death along with almost every other living thing on this planet. We are dying. No one wants to admit it, but we all are. With the technology glitching, disease outbreaks, rebellions arising, our ecosystem crumbling in our hands, there's no other option Except for the Oblivion. And that's where I'm going.

Phoebe Willson. The girl who never spoke, who never raised her hand, who never looked up from her shoes. The girl who wandered down the hallways in silence, and disappeared right after school. Barely anyone knew she existed, no one even knew her name. Phoebe let the heavy rain soak her brunette hair as she waded through the large puddles that had begun to form near the entrance to her house. Old grey converse shoes smacked the warm water as Phoebe continued her long walk. The front door was a unique red, but worn away and chipped. Pulling out her key, she jammed it in the lock and wiggled it around until the distinctive click noise sounded. The door opened with a familiar creak. Phoebe was greeted by the old, musky scent of her home as she stepped inside, swinging her drenched backpack onto the stair railing. Stomping upstairs, Phoebe found herself staring at the door to the large room that she had tried time and time again to forget. Pushing the nagging urge to go in aside, she wandered into her room. An utterly bleak mess with torn curtains, an unmade bed, and a shattered mirror on the floor is what Phoebe called home, or what felt like it. She felt herself being drawn to the mirror’s broken pieces. The same calling had haunted her the night before, pulling her closer. Phoebe stationed herself onto her bed.The reflection showed the same things everyday. Tussled sheets, blank blue walls. But what still surprised Phoebe to see, even after numerous times, was her absence in the mirror Like she really didn't exist at all.