Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and meets a strange winged boy who pulls her into a magical world she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined. Follow Hailey in her adventure as she learns more about her true heritage and discovers things she never would have believed before. (COMPLETED) Featured in Wattpad's magazine, Wattzymag. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 and 2014

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

"Deck the halls with balls of toenails, fa-la-la-la-la, I hate your beard." "I don't have a beard." "I know. It's pathetic." A jolly AU where Harry is an elf-in-training who quits his job and moves to London after the Elder Elves cancel Christmas in the North Pole. He plans to stay in London after that...but he decides to save his favorite holiday instead. And he may or may not enlist the help of his favorite human and full-time scrooge, Louis. ❄ Winner of a 2016 Watty for HQ Love

What if there is a dimension where magic exists? A dimension in which a school of fantasy exist, like the School of Magic. A school where they train witches and wizards both with different categories, the Bad witches and wizards and the Good witches and wizards. They are being trained for only one task, both Good and Bad are being trained so they can lead a person from Earth to good or evil. Watch as they slowly complete their task, or will they? Cover by K.Weikel @Renesmeewolfe

Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. There's one rule shared between the island's tribes: don't touch the water. When Cressa-la breaks this law, her world, and body, changes. Sure, change is normal... but when has growing scales ever been normal? • • • Watty Award Winner 2015: Best Use of Visuals • • • Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. Among the spared, magic chooses a rare few, connecting them to the moon or sea. These are the One-Hundreds, mermaids and humans with the power to save the world-or corrupt it. When Cressa-la breaks the first rule of her tribe and touches the water surrounding her island, everything she knows turns on its head. Talking, sinister dolphins, mind control, and a whole world just under the waves await her on her eigteenth birthday... but she never asked for any of this. All she wanted was to become a Tribe Leader and take care of her village. It's amazing how one screw-up can change everything. A relentless darkness reaches for her, wanting her affections for his own twisted purposes. In opposition stands a fractured light, haunted by a painful past where corruption eroded friendship. Unless Cressa-la can bring the darkness to his knees and fight the war raging inside, the world is doomed. • • • Content warning: This story contains themes of depression and violence.

Noah and Bella Matthews move from England to Crescent Island, a small uncharted Island near the Bahamas with its' beautiful weather yet creepy inhabitants, due to their dads new and secret job. Crescent Island is known as a haunted Island where the dead and creatures of the unknown roam, with very little pictures of the Island and rumors scaring people away. However, Noah and Bella are approached by the Islands troublemakers but nothing about them seems bad. And there's something about Zara. Something to Noah that makes her different from others, and slowly he falls. And while he falls he learns more about himself than he ever thought. Zara Sears is a triplet living on Crescent Island. A boring, small Island where everybody knows each other. That is until the Matthews move into the neighbourhood. Nobody has moved to the Island in the past 60 years and the intrigued Zara approaches the Matthews in hopes of learning about the new people to have moved in 60 years. Interested in learning about the world outside Crescent and while she does, she notices something about Noah. Something that makes him different from any kind of person she's ever met. Not because he's new and english, but whatever he does just seems to feel right. And then Zara, for the first time falls, learning more about herself than she ever thought possible A/N: This is my first story so have mercy

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.