Jas gives me a sympathetic look. She sighs heavily, long nails tapping against the wooden table, dodging the 'Missing' posters scattered all over the surface. "Maybe," she finally says, "Just maybe, he doesn't want to be found, Ava." I clench my jaw. "No. I refuse to believe that. He's not like that." "What do you know?" Jas snorts, finally withdrawing her hand from the table and turning back to look at me. "You don't even know him." xx Ford Wilson was in three out of four of Ava Jackson's classes. They had one mutual friend, did a project together once in sophomore year, and had the same lunch. When Ava's car had broke down, she had even ended up parked outside of Ford's house, asking for gas. In Ava's life, he was everywhere. And yet, she didn't notice him until he was nowhere to be found.

Here are the stories that i have personally enjoyed reading and that have left me asking for more. Humor, romance, teen fiction, fan fiction, action, adventure, fantasy, etc. You name them. These stories will get literally anyone excited and lost in its world thats for sure. They are always interesting to read for me even if i have read them like a hundred times*kidding*. Do you agree with the list?

We all know exactly what we should be doing, in order to make it big on Wattpad... but what about the stuff we're not supposed to do? This book will cover 70 of Wattpad's darkest sins, the mistakes that can send a user's story down to Wattpad Hell faster than a click of the 'unfollow' button. If you have observed any atrocities or just want to vent, leave a comment below and let the hate flow through you!

It has been nigh on two hundred fifty years since the destruction of the Ring and peace thrives in Middle Earth. Men, dwarves, elves, and hobbits live side by side in harmony, or do they? The Elves disappeared from Middle Earth nearly two hundred years ago and no one knows where they went. All they know is that one day they all vanished. Except for one. Illeandir has searched Middle Earth for two-hundred years, ever since a deadly attack that began everything. He scoured the land for a single scroll that holds the location of the lost Elves. But that too is lost. With no idea where to begin looking, Illeandir visits an old friend who may have a clue to where the scroll hides. Persued by orcs and goblins, who will stop at nothing to kill him, he makes his way to Gondor where he discovers the scroll doesn't exist. The hiding place of the Elves is a long kept secret by an elf long dead. But visions tell Illeandir otherwise; to revisit a time in his past he'd rather forget.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"Don't call me a villain, that's so bourgeois." I, Declan, am not a villain. It's so bourgeois. Like, what makes a villain? The costume? The laugh? The moustache? Well, I don't have any of those, at least, not the moustache. I am what you can call an 'Anti'. No, not the anti-hero, it's still got the word hero. Why's everything got to be so black and white? For example, the media seems to believe that if you're the one going against the person who likes to rescue cats from trees, you spend every waking moment only doing that; plotting their demise. Well, newsflash, I'm actually a human being! I have obligations! I do my own laundry, my own shopping, my own cooking! We don't all have little henchman, idiots. So, as a way to prove the media imbeciles wrong, you get to follow my exploits in the modern world. But don't worry, there's more destruction than you might think. epic cover was made by @hestians

Sophie knew first hand what it felt like not being able to fit in. She lived with it for most of her life; since her parents died, and she skipped grades more than once, she was used to people looking at her weird. But it's the moment they don't when it gets to you. ********* Keeper of the Lost Cities AU in which Sophie's parents are dead, Fitz smiles too much, Dex is just...there, Keefe is an artist, Biana spends money everywhere, and somewhere in there is a story with a bad ending. Most chapters will be pretty short. Sorry 'bout that. ********* abandoned story, I'm sorry 🤡

Many ordinary things you see in fanfics that sometimes make no absolute sense :D That I should point it out in a book. *This is not meant to offend anyone*

[COMPLETED ✓] A story about an adventurous girl and a lost alien who needs her help to get back home. Copyright © 2015 mesmereyes All Rights Reserved [Cover by: Myself]

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...