'He raised his head, amethyst eyes boring into my own. My heart thudded erratically in my chest, waiting to see what he'd do next. "Come, let's eat," he murmured. "Wait what?" I spluttered. I splayed my hands on his broad chest and gave him a good shove. Fat lot of good it did to me; he didn't move an inch. It was like pushing a brick wall with all the progress I was making. "I'm not on the menu, buddy," I panted. "I didn't say you were but..." He smirked. "Are you offering?" "Ew!" I shrieked. "Hell no."' -*-*-*- Crimson Valentine: childminder by day, ghost whisperer by night. Her jobs were no walk in the park and having dealt with the likes of screaming, incorrigible children and ghosts alike, she was somewhat savvy in both. However nothing could have prepared her for the horror of finding out her fiance had cheated on her, left her with his gambling debt, and skedaddled away. Now not only did she need to repay the debt, she needed to figure out how to do so, and fast, before the people behind the money demanded her life. ----------------------------------- {UPDATES EVERY FRIDAY} Well, I think it's safe to rate this story mature, just in case something comes up *wiggles eyebrows* you know what I mean. AMAZING COVER MADE BY @FREAKSHOWGRAPGICS

Jenn is an 18 years old high-schooler who has always been that "extra" in everyone's life. People didn't know who she was. They didn't care about her at all. Until one day she decides that she'll start being useful. Just like that, she creates the Mailbox Club. Hoping to collect and solve her classmate's complaints. But things don't go all smooth when she is paired up to the task with Shane O'Connell, who is nothing less than the school's infamous f*ckboy. This is my first story on Wattpad so I really hope you'll enjoy it. Disclaimer: There might be a few mistakes along the way as English isn't my mother tongue. /!\ There might be some swear words along the way /!\ I suggest you don't read if you're under 13. All rights reserved.

Poetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles

Winning a position on the King's Elite Guard and riding through the sky on the back of a fierce Wyvern is all seventeen year old Gwen has ever dreamed of. When Gwen meets a mysterious criminal stealing a wyvern, she is forced to make a hasty decision that could change her life forever. In a world of tyrant kings, handsome princes and daring rebels will Gwen triumph in becoming the first woman to become an Elite Guard, or will she lose everything helping a smooth talking criminal? Cover by @Deadrot