#1 in Chicklit One day, in the elevator at work, Shayne Richards saw him. He was handsome and quiet, and he drew Shay like a moth to a flame. It became her one bright spot in an otherwise dull existence to see him every day at the same time in the same place. One day, in the elevator at work, Nathan Wright saw her. She was exquisite, and standing behind her for the short three-minute ride became Nate's reward for dragging himself into the office every day. They were both trying to keep low profiles as they figured their way out of the messes they had made of their lives. Who knew fate was about to give them a hand and help them discover a life they never dreamed was possible.

Even with her successful career at the age of twenty-five, Anya threw away everything to search for a missing piece in her life. Lame as it sounded to her, she packed her bags, swore to be back whole and left London. Only to arrive back. In England. In God-who-knows-what-century. Desperate, Anya must face the ruler of the land who was the only person who could offer her sanctuary. He was the most beautiful human being she had ever laid eyes on. But were those... fangs she saw? As the Count of a wealthy land, Lance didn't have time for trivialities. He only cared about his sword, his ledgers and his people. Yet, a nymph who came out in the night turned his dark world upside down. The nymph would always appear and vanish like mist. Whenever he tried searching for her, he could never find her. He wanted her. He wanted her more than anything. Even more than blood. They are both eras apart. But when two people are destined for each other, can love really conquer everything? Even time?

"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."

"You'll be fine?" I shrieked. "You just got freaking stabbed! You're letting out more blood than a girl on her period! You are not going to be fine! I have to call the police. No wait, I have to call an ambulance! Oh my God, why didn't I think of that before? Stupid, Genevi-" "Stop talking!" he growled, turning away. I wrung my hands together in panic, trying to calm myself down. "I can take care of this, kitten. Leave me alone. It's just a small wound. Not like I haven't been stabbed before." he muttered the last part. "What?!" "Leave." he growled. I stared at him, unable to close my mouth. I had never seen someone get stabbed before. Heck, I had never seen someone get into a fight before. Ever. The only violence I had experienced was in movies. It was unfortunate for me that I found out how I would react in a danger situation like this. And by react, I mean completely flip the hell out. *LANGUAGE WARNING*

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Seven letters, seven confessions, seven clues. Elliot Parker has what he needs to find out who killed his best friend... But is he hunting down the killer? Or is the killer hunting him? ***** When Colton Crest returns, unharmed, to his small town after mysteriously disappearing for two months, his best friend Elliot Parker breathes a sigh of relief. But days later, on the night before graduation, Elliot finds Colton in the lake. Dead. And on the day of his funeral, Elliot finds a letter in his jacket pocket with four words that send him spiralling: I killed Colton Crest. There are six more letters to find, six more confessions about Colton, six more clues to uncover why he was murdered. Elliot has no choice but to play this sick scavenger hunt, and with each new revelation, he begins to question whether he really knew Colton - or anyone else in that little town of dark secrets. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Abigail Archer lived a non-existent life. That is until Death arrived at her door with an interesting proposition... He asks her to live. But what will Abigail do when she realizes her only reason to live is Death itself? And what will Death do when he realizes that in Abigail, he has found life?

"I'm in love with you." How many times would I have to think about this, how many times, before she could hear it, feel it, see it in my eyes? "I'm in love with you." How could I make her see without telling her, without scaring her off... without losing her. I couldn't lose her.

Does every relationship deserve a second chance? When chief romantic Rose Delaney scores her dream job at London's quirkiest new attraction, The Museum of Broken Hearts, she thinks she's got it made. Sure, it's a little depressing dealing with relics of failed relationships each day, but Rose is determined not to let it break her 'love conquers all' spirit. After discovering the museum's handsome curator is nursing a broken heart of his own, Rose steps in to fix it. Can Rose heal the rift, or will this happy ending go awry?

"Just stop," his voice commanded. "Stop what?" "Stop running." According to Harvard University, the Oxford Edition dictionary, the meaning of abhorrence, a word I didn't even know how to spell was "A feeling of revulsion; disgusted loathing" and their example suited me oh so perfectly - the thought of marrying him filled her with abhorrence It was a perfect match because standing opposite him, there was nothing but distaste in the idea of marrying him, oh Harvard, you understand me.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.