| COMPLETED | Highest Ranks: #1 in Teen Fiction (06/11/17) & #1 General Fiction (07/22/17) | When Amaya receives an acceptance letter to her dream college, she is ecstatic. It has been her dream for as long as she can remember to follow in her father's footsteps of graduating top of her collegiate class. She has been working her whole high school career to be chosen for a scholarship to the university, so when she received it, Amaya thought it would all be smooth sailing from there. It truly was going well until her roommate jumped ship...well schools, and dumped all costs on her. To avoid getting a job that would distract her from her studies, Amaya decides on renting out the other bedroom in her apartment to split the costs and save some money. Poor Amaya didn't know when she made this decision, that a smooth-talking and annoyingly attractive, football player could be just as distracting, if not more, than employment. ***************************** Theodore Thompson, or as he liked to be called Theo, is a hot shot football player quickly climbing the charts and earning many of the NFL scout's watchful eyes. He could care less about morals, or even schoolwork. But for some odd reason Theo does care about good financial opportunities and saving money. So when a flyer goes up advertising an exceptional deal on a nice apartment, he goes for it. Unfortunately, at the time, Theo didn't know that getting a roommate came along with such an amazing arrangement. Cover made by: WinterFeels_

[SAMPLE - NOW PUBLISHED] Selene Haddad works for the hottest fiction app on the market, tasked with writing romance all day. It's a dream job, minus one little aspect of it: having to work alongside Daniel Santiago, the infuriatingly attractive man who screwed her out of a massive payday. She may have written it a thousand times, but Selene is quick to learn that even in real life there truly is a thin line between love and hate.

This book is filled with one shots from Agent 37 to the Poison Ivy. #56 in Fanfic 5/5/17 #5 in dccomics 10/5/18

(COMPLETED) I don't own nightwing or DC characters.

This is a complete book of all of the current Dick Grayson x Reader fics on my Tumblr account. Some requests and some of my own ideas. I hope you enjoy! Prompts used comes from @otpprompts on Tumblr

A Robin/Nightwing/Dick Grayson X Reader! (Jeez Dick why you gotta have so many names)

He saved you. You may be a hero, but you got caught up in something at the wrong time. He saved you, pulling you away.

Rosie Stronghold, Third generation hero, daughter of the Commander and Jetstream, and Will's twin sister. Unlike her brother, she already knows her power, and it's neither super strength nor flying. No, Rosie teleports, and she can also control water, both powers being from her grandparents instead of her parents. Starting Sky High, she becomes immediately drawn to the most feared guy in the entire school- Warren Peace. The only problem? Their dads are arch enemies, as are he and Will. But fire and water? Opposites definitely attract! (All rights go to Disney, I only own Rosie.)

*Mature and Explicit Content* "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?" ---------- I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?" I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is that okay with you?" "Fuck Joey, how wouldn't it be okay with me? There's no way I could possibly say no to that, I just can't believe that's what you want" he strains out, the worry in his face being washed over with a drunk look in his eyes. I hold my breath, pulling myself up to look down at him, trailing my eyes down his bare torso and back to his face as I feel excitement I've never felt before jolt through me "Well I do, so show me Harry, show me what feels good for you" ---------- Book Started : DEC 2018 - ONGOING

We're all mad here, it's Wonderland. ~ Harry latches onto my passionate on-beat arms as he keeps me from moving forward. "Are you fuckin' mad?" He grits through his teeth. "I'm in Wonderland, Pretty Boy," I throw my free arm in the air, motioning to the surrounding world. "Of course, I've gone a little mad." He flips me around as the level of infuriation rises throughout his clenched jaw, trying to remain composed. "Don't try and be something you're not, Presley." I rip away from his hold, furrowing my brows from the curt statement, the honest revelation that should've just stayed within his mind. "We'll never be the heroes, and you know that," he says, colder than the Arctic's towering waves. "We'll never win." We'll never find Purple. Purple, the color of the Star-Crossed Lovers.