Follow the journey of Raphael Marcel, a musician famous for touching people's hearts through his voice and lyrics. He travels the world with one purpose: Find real meaning to this life. The existentialist in him almost gave up hope until he stumbled across a little cafe in India. A place that supports creative minds that are hidden from society due to various fears or illnesses. Cafe Zen. A stage that requires no face to express itself in person. Raphael's new favourite spot and second home to Raphael's new favourite art piece: Vidhi Raj, an artist and poet. One cafe. Two damaged souls. Three polar opposite personalities. All united by the love of expression. A story of creative healing, faceless love and finding purpose in everything life has to offer. "Let's experience all 9 cat lives with just this one. Dare to jump into the beauty of the unknown. Then embrace it." -Raphael

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

BLACK AVENUE, EASTERN AMERIKA Everything's the same. But just a little bit different. Magic. Love. Entropy. All lawless. All wild. In 1876 a talented matchmaker is kidnapped and trapped inside an ancient genie lamp, forced to coerce beautiful women into sleeping with their unsavory captor. In 1954 a closeted professor is tangled in a violent conflict when he accidentally falls for the one soul he can't have: an androgynous D'Jinn stripped of their wings. In 2022 an overachieving college student discovers he's been crowned King of the Damned and stubbornly denies the title. But his new daemon servant won't leave him the hell alone. And Remi? Well, Remi just wants to see the World's Biggest Cowboy boot with her brother without losing a(nother) leg. This is fury. This is life. This is Hellacious. Where everything's different. But more of the same. //Highest Rank #616 Fantasy//

Hajo ar Hame never wanted to purchase a human. Ever. Just the thought alone was enough to hackle her quills. She didn't care if toting an alien around the village like a purse was fashionable. She didn't care if collecting humans of all different colors and sizes was a remarkable status symbol. And she definitely didn't care if anyone gave her crap for not owning one. Her work as an independent salal dealer didn't allow for frivolities. With no parents to answer to, no hatchlings to care for, no suitors to seduce, no mates to fawn over, no glamorous courts to show face at or royal festivals to host, Hajo's transition to life outside the palace was more pleasant than she could've ever imagined. And yet, despite her practiced apathy, after a perfect storm of greed, mutated biology, blood lust, and destruction, Hajo winds up as caretaker of a frail human addicted to the very drug she sells, stranded on a planet that considers him no better than cattle. Property. Less than. Between hunting for the Maruq who betrayed her family, searching for a cure to her genetic defect, and nursing her alien... Nathaniel Flores... back to health, Hajo barely has time to wonder when she grew a conscience. It's just her luck she's saddled with the one human who is physically incapable of shutting the hell up.

A reclusive crown prince appoints a common thief as his bodyguard, plunging them both into deadly intrigue, court scandal, and most dangerous of all: love ***** Blue Sanlanh was a common thief rotting in a dungeon until Prince Camleang Bo takes a shine to her-and appoints her as his personal bodyguard. Blue has no use for royals, but she does have use for their money. But she quickly realizes that the most dangerous aspect of the Anachakar Court isn't the assassination attempts, vicious gossip, jousting tournaments, or masquerade balls... ... it's Prince Bo, because his threat isn't to her life--it's to her heart. ★ 2017 Watty Awards Shortlist ★ 1st Place Romance Winner of Wattpad Oscar Awards CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, period-typical violence, sexually explicit scenes, and discussions of abuse.