Gina Megs has been bullied all her life. Chase Morgan has been a bully all his life. It was only when both of them met at the most unlikeliest of places, the psychiatric ward, that both of them realized that they are victims of life itself. Embarking on a journey to recovery, they set to find happiness and their self-worth and self-love. With a little twist in their journey, self-love might not be the only thing the pair finds.

A little Tronnor Fanfic for y'all that will be pretty dang clean

*Highest Ranking #2 in Adventure* To be a warrior is what she wanted. Determination and hard work result in her being sent to to the castle to train her fight skills. Time passes by and everybody in the kingdom grows to love her. But soon her life flips around when secrets unveil themselves and she discovers that she is the lost Princess of the Great North. She's now on a mission to find the witch who once separated her from her family and prevent her from causing any more harm to the kingdom or even completely destroying it. ____________________ ©Vanessa Canitha (c o v e r b y m e)

Sequel to The Lethal Princess. Must read first book before this. Becoming princess of an entire nation: That was difficult, but manageable for Avril. Having to marry before she was ready: Once again another difficulty, but it was inevitable. Planet hopping to save the fate of her world: Definitely where Avril draws the line. What should have been a happily ever after for Avril Bright quickly changes when Terra's most prized possession is stolen. Head-strong and determined, Avril and her friends (thanks to Avril) find themselves on the biggest adventure of their lives. Not only does Avril find herself battling through new foreign territories, but now she must combat the obstacles of surviving along with her friends, planet wars, and figuring out how to love somehow with an equal amount of temper as her's, Ike. Romance. Teen Fiction. Humor. Fantasy. Adventure. Action. Drama. And a whole lot of craziness. ---------- Copyright © tlwsweety2, 2015. All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, modified, adapted, or distributed in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without the prior written permission of the author.

"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.

I felt the sweat trickling down my face, my breath was barely there. Lance was far ahead, his endurance surprised me, what motivated him to run so painstakingly fast every time? What... Motivated me? The snow fell from the heavens, a remnant from two years ago. When I passed the old willow tree, I remembered Grace again, like I remembered her yesterday and the day before that, and the day before that one. She was the only reason I had for putting up with that hag's ridiculous routine. I gathered my strength and trained my eyes on the horizon, picking up my speed after finding my stamina, I sprinted to Lance, just like I had done everyday. Without any words passing between us, we both ran our hardest toward the same goal. - Here is Marie Eloise Ashwinter, at just twelve years of age she's catapulted into a world of magic and mayhem after the supposed death of her dearest friend Grace. Along with her companions, unique in both ability and personality, they will set out on a journey riddled with danger. From a lecherous warlock flanked with an army of maids, to the foreboding keep of the Winter Witch that sits at the heart of the Northern Mountains. Learning in love, mistakes and friendship, Marie fast approaches the threshold of adulthood as a fistful of obstacles lie in wait. With the loss of her parents plaguing her past, the absence of Grace consuming her at present, and a world of adventure awaiting her future, she will blossom into a woman who shall inspire a generation. Credit to @hunterarc for this beautiful cover! But seriously, I highly recommend their cover shop; Ray's Graphics

"She made broken look healed, And strong look invincible, She carried the Universe on her shoulders and made it look like a pair of wings." What if you wake up in a hospital bed not remembering anything that happened the night before? What if the horrors keep you sleepless for the next four years? Zeeniya Tahan hid perfectly behind the mask she crafted. Biker Kick boxer Footballer And a sarcastic girl boss. Stuck between three brothers and a best friend, she was finally coping with the hidden facts when the hurricane struck - in the form of a really good looking - I mean really good looking project partner. Nayal Siddiqi, your more than average knight in the shining armor, smart, hot - everything Zeeniya didn't need. But some times just the thought of a helping hand is all you need to get over the worst fears. And in her case, finding out what happened that night. If you need humor, sarcasm, crime and and romance all under one roof, you are in the right place.

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.

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

Unknown, unexplored, yet we believe we know so much. -unedited-