❛Catch me if you can❜ ꜜShe's the daughter of crime. He's London's best agent. ꜜBut most importantly, they're enemies, not lovers. -- MULTIPLE POV (fem!reader). ©kingdombyers COPYRIGHTED!! I do not consent to this story being republished on ANY site other than Wattpad, or by any user other than me.

After Alby was sent up, the Creators sent up a girl; Emily. She is crazy, weird and sassy, but yet, lovely, beautiful and the glade absolutely loves her. Especially one person, who thinks of her more than a bestfriend. More than a sister. What if that person were a runner? Also, what would happen with her being the only girl? What would happen when she gets in these sassy-fights? Follow Emily and our favorite runner through this hilarious story between two shuck-faces. Here is a little taste of the story: "I, Minho, want you, Emily, who I cherish and love for the rest of my life, to move in with me, till death by grievers do us apart." I knew I was 'married' to a dramatical drama-queen... "Let me introduce you to this shank over there." I pointed at Newt. "That is Ashly," "I'm Newt. Not Ashly, because that's a girl's name." He said, looking at me with a glare. "But Ashly, I thought you were coming out of the closet?" ​"Did you move the boxes?" Gally asked, looking at me with an annoyed expression. ​I raised my eyebrow at him. Really? What do you think! "No, Gally. I was in there chilling with Jesus. You see, he and I have become really close. We had a tea party, and he magically made the stones to bread and wine. We spoke for a while, talking about your face needing God's miracle since Jesus himself can't fix that shucked up face of yours." I do NOT own any character, except for Emily, disclaimer goes to the genius author; James Dashner. Also, this story is in a need of a heavily editing. Read at your own risk.

𝐘𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐈𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐦 - daughter of the Supreme Commander of Asia, sister to the Ibrahim twins, and a weapon disguised as a diplomat. Raised to follow orders. Sent to spy. Trained to keep her heart locked behind steel. But there are cracks in the armor now - questions she was never supposed to ask, truths she was never meant to know. 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 - survivor of too many battles, former soldier of a fallen resistance, and the steady voice beside a commander still learning how to lead. He's lost homes, friends, and hope more times than he can count - but something about her makes him pause. Makes him wonder if there's still something worth saving. They meet on opposite sides of a lie. But when secrets unravel and war threatens to tear everything apart, Yazmina and Kenji find themselves drawn to each other in a way neither of them can explain - or resist. This isn't a love story. This isn't a simple story of enemies to allies. It's a story about finding yourself in the wreckage. About the quiet rebellion of choosing love in a world that teaches you to hate. About surviving - and then, finally, learning how to live. The war isn't over. But maybe, just maybe - something better begins here. Kenji Kishimoto x fem!oc Highest rankings: #2 Kenjikishimoto #1 shatterme

"𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞" He hates her too much to look away. She wants him too much to beg him not to. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢. 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝." Kenji Kishimoto x fem!oc Highest rankings: #1 in kenjikishimoto #1 in shatterme

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

☽◦➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Maiven Archeron founds her home between the shadows and the stars. "𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." ╰┈˚ · ° . 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ˏˋ°•*The Second book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ------------------------

𝐑𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 : ̗̀➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 the younger twin of Feyre Archeron has to fight through the thorns of roses just to survive. 〔Azriel x oc〕 ╰┈˚ · ° . slowburn! ˏˋ°•*First book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ----------------------

Nyx Archeron x OC ***Spoilers for A Court of Silver Flames*** Anya Catalin is finally set free on the world. She's been surrounded by woods and the walls of her uncle's cabin for far too long while mourning the loss of her family. When out on her first mission as a mercenary, she runs into more trouble than she bargained for. Little does she know, that mission was just the beginning of the end. Nyx Archeron has grown up surrounded by the love and support of his family. As quite possibly the most powerful Fae to walk these lands, he's never had to worry about anything. Until he's taken from his home. A game has begun, and Nyx might be Anya's only hope at surviving in this ruthless tournament.

Tessa has many secrets, not least of which is the fact that a) she's a shadowsinger and b) she's been dishing out unsanctioned retribution to deserving males in Illyria, in the form of permanent disfigurement. Hey, they want to cut a female's wings off? Fair's fair, after all. All of her secrets are at risk of unravelling however, when Nyx fucking Archeron walks into her workshop, requesting she craft new siphons for his baby cousin. Honestly, there's nothing Tessa would like to do less, but she can't seem to resist his charming smile and soon enough she finds herself swept up into his crazy, overwhelming family, desperately trying to keep all of her secrets and keep from falling in love at the same time. "Did you not see what happened to the last male who stood in my way?" She said lowly, pasting a saccharine smile on her face. "Don't make me put you on your knees." He shifted impossibly closer, so close she could breathe in his scent of pine and sea mist. His lips brushed her ear as he bent down to reply, "Darling, I would love to get on my knees for you."