[don't come in here] ❝Behind every mask, there's an author, and behind that a story.❞ Hello, and welcome to The Masquerade Awards 2017-2018! This is an award book for anyone who wants to share their story, regardless of the number of reads you have. So please, if you're interested, don't hesitate to join and fill out the necessary inside.

The story of Cinderella's stepsister and the guy who got away...Prince Charming. Stephanie and her cousin, Ellinor, have switched stations in life, but Ellinor isn't quite sure she can handle being a princess all on her own. And Stephanie is certainly sure she can't handle being stuck in the kitchens. Now, that the roles are reversed and some time has passed since Ellinor's marriage to Prince Dominic, things will start to change again for both ladies. Especially, if their Aunt Felice, also Ellinor's godmother, has anything to say about it.

I just love pugs and decided to do a little fact book about them. ♡ Enjoy!

Some thoughts are like pimples, they just pop into your head outta nowhere

This story is about a girl and her dog. They go through tuff times but at the end things get weird! This story might make you laugh or cry! PLEASE READ!!

A down-on-his-luck Necromancer and his dimwitted skeleton companion find a powerful, ancient artifact. But when it accidentally goes off and kills a powerful Paladin, they're forced to flee town. After meeting up with a young woman and her Ogre companion, the Necromancer finds a new purpose and a new life.

"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.

UNEDITED VERSION ( edited version on my page) In a world where every year, five male children from each city and village between the ages 15-18 are chosen to become dragon riders, what happens when only four males get chosen from one village? And what happens when they test the girls and the fifth child is chosen? Editor Credits: @Weylyn_Wolf @arvialle