Julie has always been the shy type. Her world changes when she finds wattpad, a very popular ebook community. She becomes addicted to it and even starts posting her own stories. But are friends, fans and votes all she will get from this site? Or is it possible to find love as well?

She used to be the girl who couldn't stop smiling if she tried, she brightened up everyone's day. But after a catastrophic event, she wasn't herself anymore. she distanced herself from everyone, kept her head down and always had her headphones in. no one knew what happened to her and no one even tried to find out. Childhood friends, old memories and finally facing the accident...she starts to come back out of her shell.

"You're a monster," I spat out. He turned around, his green eyes glaring daggers at me. If looks could kill then I'm sure I would have been dead by now. "Well you're a fucking bitch and you can't deny it. You know why, because you're in love with a monster." *.*. Daniel Collins was a monster and everyone knew that. Meeting him would be everyone's nightmare. He was cruel, heartless and just...evil. He murdered like it was an everyday chore and never once did he show an emotion other than hatred. Rosalynn Richards was an impetuous seventeen year old werewolf who dreamt of finding her mate just like any other. Unfortunately, fate can't help but pair them together. Will Rose be able to get her happy ending? Will she be able To Love a Monster?

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

Happy, sad, and all in between! Some of these are my own, others I needed a bit of inspiration! Poured my heart and soul into this! Highest Ranking: #21 in Poetry 4/15/16 Cover made by: @fine_bro