Reece Bremer goes through life with a scowl and cold personality. Jessica Andrews goes through life with a glowing smile and positive outlook. Reece looks at life with dull, judgmental eyes that make him hate the world and the people living in it. Jessica, well... She looks at life through a camera. Literally. They're polar opposites, and that's what sparks Reece's immediate hate for Jessica the moment they meet. All he sees is a girl with the best life, put in the category of those who get everything handed to them on a silver platter. But who says Jessica's life is like that? Just like a photograph, there's more to the story than what you see. Stumbling across one of Jessica's hidden portfolio might reveal that her happiness isn't all that true. Behind that smile and each picture she takes, holds a thousand words of a very big secret - one that Reece is determined to find out. And who knows? It just might change everything between them. cover by dysanic || 2015 watty's winner for talk of the town ||

"We have a new student in our class today," he announces. I see Jaz's face light up at the prospect of being in the same class as one of the new students. "This is Dominico Redwind and I expect you all to make him feel welcome." I hear a couple people in the class gasp. This was not the California boy they were expecting. ***********************************************************************************Faye Lightcaster is nerdy, sarcastic, and a witch attending a run-of-the-mill highschool like every other teenager. Her life is routine and boring... until a certain student moves to Rockyglenn High. Dominico Redwind. Tall, handsome, charismatic and a warlock. The sworn enemy of witches like Faye. *********************************************************************************** We hate each other. The only thing different is we're sort of variations off the same power. Witches have control over inanimate objects. We can do different things with earth, fire, water, air, plastic, metal all that sort of stuff. Warlocks on the other hand control people. They can also control animals but only super dumb ones. Most animals will freak out whenever a warlock comes near them, sensing the danger. The last kind of magical human is a wizard but there are only three of those. Wizards can control just about everything. They're powerful to the five millionth power and are greatly respected. They set the laws for both warlocks and witches alike. But these aren't wizards to be respected. These are manipulative and evil warlocks. Oh crap. ********************PREVIOUSLY TITLED WIZARDS, WARLOCKS AND WITCHES*************

Hei, mitt navn er Rube Dolce. Mine foreldre gjorde en avtale med den kalde og følelsesløse vampyren, Leonardo d'Arc. Og nå er jeg den som må betale. (Kapittelene jeg har lagt ut, er kun utkaster - ikke de endelige resultatene.) Copyright@2013 Musicandhistorylover All Rights Reserved.

"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.

" He kisses my wrist, at the spot where the bruises formed. My heart goes into overdrive, sending hot chills all over my body. I stumble in my tracks, gawking, open-mouthed. 'Something wrong?' Archer asks, a hint of a smirk nudging his lips. I shake my head. The smirk widens, but he says nothing and we go on. " xxx Peyton's ex-boyfriend has scarred her for life. She vows never to date somebody that is: a) good-looking b) popular c) flirtatious It's too bad that Archer Raine fits all of those things. It's even worse that he lives right next door.

Cacee Adams never suspects that Jess--the, "honor-student/ Boy Scout" she's falling for, is really a street-smart delinquent who's never told her a single true thing about himself. But when Cacee and Jess somehow fall through a painting and wake up far from the mountains of Pennsylvania, everything changes. Stranded in a dangerous city that holds shocking surprises, Cacee is forced to depend on Jess for her very survival. Now, as Cacee watches Jess pick pockets and win knife fights with equal ease, she realizes the boy she thought she knew never existed. As they struggle to stay alive long enough to return home, Cacee must decide: Can a thief and a liar be trusted with the biggest thing he's ever stolen--her heart.

Athena believes her world is perfect. Direct democracy means that everyone votes, on everything: from how their healthcare is funded to the colour of the clothes they wear. When an explosive encounter with the mysterious Dyo throws Athena's beliefs into turmoil, Athena is soon drawn into a society on the outskirts, where she discovers a darker side to the world she lives in. But there is danger in the truth and this new knowledge comes at a heavy price. Can Athena turn her back on everything she has ever believed in? And what will happen to her if she does? This story is a draft version of Democary is Dead, which I am currently posting on Wattpad weekly. If you would like to read the updated version, please find DiD on my profile!

In a world shrouded by soot and smoke, young Makarria has literally been forbidden to dream... Legend has foretold the demise of Emperor Thedric Guderian at the hands of a sorceress with royal blood, and the Emperor has made it his legacy to stamp out all magic from the Sargothian Empire in favor of primitive coal fired smelters and steam powered machines. When Guderian's minions discover a Dreamwielder on a seaside farmstead, a chain of events forces Guderian's new threat-the young Makarria-to flee from her home and embark upon an epic journey where her path intertwines with that of Princess Taera, her headstrong brother, Prince Caile, and the northman Siegbjorn, who captains a night-flying airship. Dogging their every step is the part-wolf, part-raven sorcerer, Wulfram, and Emperor Guderian, himself, a man who has the ability to stint magic and a vision to create a world where the laws of nature are beholden to men and machines. Only by learning to control the power she wields can Makarria save her newfound companions and stop the Emperor from irreversibly exterminating both the magic in humans and their bond with nature.

They walk among us. All three, living normal mortal lives. Cloe is graduating college; Lacey is getting married; Atria is bar-hopping and breaking hearts. Today, they are human. But they are also the three Fates—the all-powerful directors of human destiny. And they don't even know it. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos did not always take mortal form. They dwelt in the Cave, working the Loom, till something happened on Olympus that changed everything one day. Since then, they've roamed the earth and led thousands of lives throughout its history. The Fates may not remember who they are, for now... but their legacy is not to be forgotten. And their story is just begging to be told. *A Wattpad Featured story* *Winner of 2014 Watty Award – Best of Interactive Storytelling* [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]