Seventeen-year-old Reed had never believed in the concept of destiny and love, so when her best friend dragged her in a search for their "soulmates" one Saturday night, Reed knew it wasn't going to end well. She couldn't have been more right, seeing as: a.) Her best friend, convinced she had found her soulmate, disappeared with some random guy. b.) Said best friend had Reed's purse and the car keys, leaving her no choice but to accept said random guy's friend's offer to look for their missing companions together. c.) Said random guy's friend was annoying, arrogant, and recklessly impulsive. d.) Oh, and he was hot, too.

Sci-fi nut, blonde bombshell, and severely no filter Brooke is ready for a fresh start. Done are the days of trashy boyfriends, who couldn't find the right spot if there were fluorescent signs pointing to it, and deadbeat mega mooches. Not to mention, the one night stands that leave you having to take a mental inventory of exactly what you've brought with you, when you're trying to make a speedy exit. That is until she meets Deacon. The mountain of a man she wouldn't mind trekking up to reach the top. He's the right kind of charming, the perfect amount of flirt, and the first guy who hasn't looked stumped when she opens her mouth to sass. In fact he's lightning quick on the sass himself. There's just one problem.. He doesn't date. In fact, Deacon's specialty is the one night of hot, sweaty fun. Something which Brooke is avoiding like the damn plague. However, when the conversations flow on, the insane attraction grows stronger, and the time spent together gets more heated, will they be able to resist the obvious pull they have towards each other forever?... Or does the man who never dates, have a reason for it that might tear them apart over and over...

"We do not seek combat during the sacred time of the Convergence..." That was the mission. Get in, get the scans, fly home in time for his species' sacred mating season. But Rassa, a thief in Lumen City, had other plans. She needed credits fast and Crazy Wolf's alien tech was too shiny to ignore. Only what was supposed to be a simple snatch and grab turned into an unrelenting nightmare. Crazy Wolf won't stop until he gets what he wants. Except, he's not the only one hunting Rassa. The tenacious pink-haired thief has powerful enemies, backstabbing partners, and a maniacal cult desperate to recruit her into the fold. . Fast-paced and finger-licking-sexy. Face it, you're going to binge this one! . This is an erotic hidden gem that goes in hard! There's a plot too! Filled with alien romance, aggressive consensual sex, a dangerous hot alien protector, a strong-willed, sexy female lead, all mixed with saucy interactions. The spicy scenes are consensual but they are far from wholesome! . ++Sci fi + Action + Erotic Romance++ !!WARNING!! ‼18+‼ Only! There are fighty-bits, trauma-bits, eldritch-ish monsters, and there are explicit sexual events marked by 🔥 in the chapter titles. #action #erotic romance #monster love #alien lover

[Soon by WATTPAD BOOKS] In the prestigious race of stars, Sozo must hide the truth of who she is or pay with her life, but her blossoming relationship with the most talented competitor threatens everything she's worked for. ***** Every ten years, the lucky chosen bond with stars and race to win a wish. Any wish. Sozo is one of the lucky chosen, but she has a secret: as an Omen -- cursed beings that can transform into monsters -- she's forbidden from competing. Discovery would mean her death. Can she hope to keep her identity a secret, let alone win the race, especially as the talented and sunny Naqi enters the picture? When Sozo is given an ultimatum, she has to choose: betray her Omen people, or betray the people who are slowly, surely, becoming like a family to her. --- WATTYS AWARD 2020 "Bar none, this was [Senior Editorial Specialist] Amanda's absolute favourite read from the Wattys this year. It makes you cry, just from pure, uncontainable joy, and the ending kept us reading until nearly 6am. Everything about this story is beautiful. We were astounded that anyone could create something so magnificent and moving and magical. This level of storytelling mastery will never not blow us away." [Word Count: 70,500]

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

Life's just not worth living, I mutter under my breath. Then how's death worth dying? Jackson asks in return. *** Danielle Forlorm is breathing. And yet, she is very much dead. A corpse with a smile and nobody notices. Nobody knows or even cares that she's felt like a stillborn her whole life. Just like her stories. Dead and not worth a second look. Until her world collides with Jackson Palmer. Mr Perfect with his easy life and bright future. Or so people think. Set on reviving Danielle, Jackson creates a once in a life time bucket list made up from everything daring that Danielle's characters have done in the stories she's written. "Stop writing about the life you want to live and start living it." But can Jackson bring this stillborn back to life before it's too late? *** "This story is not getting a happy ending, Jackson Palmer." "Well, Dani, at least we'll have quite the adventure before all that."

[watty's longlist 2018] Elisa Robinson has only one thing on her Summer to-do list: Go to Jamaica with her best friend. But after an ignorant tweet sent in the heat of the moment, her parents threaten to make her get a job so she could see life through a different set of eyes. Elisa was against the idea until she realized it was kind of perfect. If she stayed home, she could keep an eye on Adam, her boyfriend. She knew they were drifting a part and leaving the country might not improve things. So instead of sunbathing on an island, Elisa was scooping ice cream for rowdy kids. The only thing keeping her sane was her co-worker, Julian. He was the polar opposite of Adam and served as the perfect distraction from her failing relationship. An innocent friendship soon turns to something more as Elisa spends more and more time with Julian. Is it just a rebound or is she really falling for him?

Harley Smith is a shy, socially awkward teen who daydreams about being anything and everything...except the butt of everybody's joke. Being social is not her forte but Harley sees herself diving into the life of the populars with her best friend as she tries to get close to Hero. In order to do that, Harley must embrace the change the road of popularity brings but will she be able to look past the bad and accept the good that comes with it? A story that tells of the struggles of teenage life, embracing change and how to cope with society as a whole.

Lottie and Rowan's story: "You count to four." I state after a moment of silence. "I count to four and my safe number is three. You have turned everything upside down. Three, six, nine... Was what I used to think in. I used to check the door, the oven, the lights. But nine is not a multiple of four, it fucked me up." "Rowan I knew. I knew you were counting to four. You had four marks. You did the four fingers. You would kiss me in fours. But it is still not my fault." "I never said it was."

STORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.