"The Deity of Death, blessed or cursed with mortality" Fantasy Novel told from the perspective of Death, an immortal Goddess who only knows how to end the lives of living souls and ferry them to the afterlife, Death is a feared entity among mortals and immortals alike. This deity cannot experience emotions, nor can she taste. What happens when Death learns more about human beings and doubts her position as the deity of death? She breaks the rules of being Death and for failing at her duties, will be condemned to an unimaginable fate... Mortality... (Author's note: I started writing this story when I was sixteen years old, and I've been working on it for over a year now. I've decided to share it chapter by chapter over time. I put a great deal of effort, time, and passion into every chapter, and writing this story means a lot to me. I also designed the cover image myself using digital painting, which took many hours of work and dedication. Every part of this project has been created with care, and I'm incredibly proud of it. If you enjoy reading it, I'd really appreciate your support whether that's leaving a comment, sharing your thoughts, or simply letting me know what you think. Every bit of encouragement means the world to me. I would also like to respectfully ask that you do not copy, repost, trace, edit, translate or use any part of this story or its artwork for your own benefit. All rights to this work, including the story and cover art, belong to me, and I have worked very hard to create them. Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy the journey! ♡ :3 )

Every night, he appears. Every night, he watches. What started as a terrifying presence soon becomes an irresistible connection. As forbidden feelings grow between a human and an incubus, dark secrets from another world threaten to tear them apart.

Dreams were never meant to cross the gates of hell. Est Supha, the infamous Lord of Dreams, has spent centuries wandering beyond the reach of gods and mortals alike. Untouchable. Endless. William Jakrapatr, the ruthless ruler of hell, rules through fear, ruin, and fire. But when William catches a glimpse of the mysterious dream god inside his own dreams, obsession begins to bloom beneath the ashes of destruction. And somewhere between dreams, destiny, and damnation- the heavens begin to fear them both.

18 castaways will split into three tribes and compete to win 1 million dollars.

Les métahumains sont apparus il y a plus d'un siècle. Depuis, le monde fait semblant de gérer la situation. L'Agence de Régulation Superhumaine trie, classe, surveille. Elle décide qui compte... et qui peut crever à cause d'un dossier oublié. Derrière les discours bien propres, tout s'achète : les messages, les preuves, les vies. Et pendant que la majorité ferme sa gueule, certains passent à l'action. Pas des héros. Pas des modèles de vertu. Juste des gens assez tarés pour s'attaquer à un système qui broie tout ce qu'il touche. Ils savent que ça va mal finir. Ils savent qu'ils vont trop loin. Mais quand tout est déjà foutu, est-ce qu'il reste vraiment une limite à ne pas franchir ? Ou est-ce que la putain de fin justifie les putains de moyens ?

A collection of poems and short stories written between heartbreak and obsession, hunger and devotion, fear and longing. These are the words I never said out loud - the ones that kept me awake, the ones that buried me seven feet beneath myself.

✦ ─── THE UNHINGED AWARDS ─── ✦ "Because emotional damage deserves recognition." Welcome to the most chaotic, sleep-depriving, mentally unstable Wattpad contest to ever exist. This is not your cute little aesthetic poetry competition. This is where: - villains get simped for - readers stare at walls after plot twists - characters desperately need therapy - couples communicate through trauma and tension - and nobody survives emotionally. Hosted once a year by author @bangtansheshta, this contest is open to EVERYONE: ✦ Fanfiction writers ✦ Original fiction writers ✦ Readers with dangerously strong opinions ✦ Every genre imaginable Whether your story causes: heartbreak, obsession, emotional destruction, screaming at 3 AM, keyboard smashing, or irreversible attachment issues... YOU BELONG HERE. ADD THIS BOOK TO YOUR READING LIST TO STAY ON TRACK WITH THE LATEST UPDATES

✨ Welcome to The Aurelia Awards ✨ A celebration of creativity, dedication, and storytelling excellence. The Aurelia Awards was created to recognize the talented authors, artists, and creators who bring imagination to life through their work. From unforgettable characters and captivating plots to stunning covers and inspiring creativity, this event honors the individuals whose passion continues to enrich our community. Join us as we celebrate outstanding achievements, applaud remarkable talent, and shine a golden spotlight on those who have left a lasting impression. May the pages be unforgettable, the creativity endless, and the achievements worthy of recognition. (🌿) Judging

All Yuan wants to do is finish her homework, but a surprise visit from a winged creature throws her world into chaos. Join them on their exotic adventure through the foreign lands of Kaasaam

Daeira is a woman with many faces. A daughter of elven nobility, a diplomat, a spy, a mage. She treats conversations as dissections, intimacy as a weapon, emotions as opportunities and morality as a flexible concept. When she ventures into the Dragon Empire to steal an uncovered relic, she arrives expecting politics, suspicion, and the cold hostility of a species that has every reason to detest her kind. What she does not expect is General Kaelith Azharyon- the emperor's feared commander, a man carved from terrifying discipline, secrets, and barely restrained violence. A man who commits atrocities without remorse, rules through terror and genuinely believes mercy causes weakness. He hates what she represents. She hates what he represents. He distrusts her. She distrusts him. He wants nothing to do with her. She wants nothing to do with him. But ancient relics rarely take such things into consideration. And when dreams start bleeding into waking life, scholars start dying and forgotten memories start resurfacing in fragments, the elven mage and the dragonborn general find they have to work together to uncover the mystery surrounding the ancient item. But the deeper they dig, the more questions arise. Why does the relic feel familiar? Why do dreams feel like memories? And why do his dragon and her daimon insist the other feels like home? In a world where souls can be split, memories stolen, and love turned into a weapon, nothing is at is seems.