Some bonds are chosen. Others are carved into your soul. Vivienne didn't believe in vampires until she started to suspect her prince might be one. Which will she sacrifice - humanity or love? ***** Vivienne lives in a world where girls are chosen to become consorts of royalty, aristocrats and the filthy rich. When she catches the eye of a mysterious prince, she begins to suspect that the elite members of society aren't quite human. Her childhood friend, Blake, warned her about vampires before he died under suspicious circumstances - but now she might be bonded to one of the most powerful undead. Who can she trust? And more importantly - can she stop herself from falling in love? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Anastasia Wright

Cali Wilson desperately needs money. She had her father's gigantic gambling debt and 4 months overdue rent to pay. When she saw a job opening that offered a place to stay and your choice of salary, she immediately applied. She expected her debt to be paid, but what she didn't expect was her life to be turned completely upside down. Meet Christian Wright, the only son and successor of Wright Corporations. Born with the brains, the looks, and the money- he was the total package. Except there was one problem: his personality. Not only was he rude, self-centered and arrogant, he also had an extremely short temper. Employees were fired for little things like being a minute late to a tiny typo in a report. Everyone in the company knew about his horrible personality and avoided him as if he was the devil himself. When his personal secretary is fired for the 3rd time that month and nobody wanted to be the replacement, the Human Resources department had no choice but to give an outrageous offer just to get someone on the job as soon as possible. What will happen when these two are brought together? #3 in Romance [05.03.16] **warning- this story was one of the first ones I've ever written on Wattpad so there is a lot of room for improvements

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.