Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

I Loved a human and got my heart broken,I found my mate and I thought it was all going to be okay but man was I wrong

Danny's father has always been traveling, even as a little girl that was the only thing she could remember, moving from place to place, town to town and never remembering why they left. Gage and Sam are two brothers living in a constant limbo trying desperately to solve the murder of their beloved mother and now trying to hunt down their allusive father but their not normal, they know things that would keep you wake at night choking your teddy bear to your chest and praying for the long night to end. When they all show up in the same town, they figure out that they are more a like then seem. is it possible to fall so deeply in love with two boys at once? Witches, Warlocks Goblins, Ghosts Dungeons, Dragons And all other hosts Of creatures of darkness Who flit and who fly Through thunder and lighting And winds as they sigh Through trees late at night Sending chills through the bones Of people who venture outside All alone... -Alison Clare Gills

The world has been reborn. Enter Veritas, a world of magic and myth. Emmaline Longshadow has lived her life in hiding. She and her adoptive father were chased for much of her early years, before seeking sanctuary in an ancient monastery known only as the Temple of Stone. Years later, her pursuers finally catch up to her, and she must make a choice: run and hide once more, or stand and fight. The world ended with the old Gods, murdered by the Nine, Champions of the Realms. And when the world began again, these Nine became the new gods. But in the night, a storm is brewing... and as the stories go, darkness never dies.

“Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Here is the collection of such reminiscences of gaiety and gloom from past. Hope you can relate it. HAPPY READING :)