//kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms you've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark// ''had another talk about where it's going wrong'' Blair moved to a new town where the sun barely shines and vampires go to high school. What could possibly go wrong? twilight - new moon probably bad grammar lol, I ain't fluent in english (i don't know why i'm writing twilight fanfiction eleven years after it came out, but i'm obsessed with it again) This is obviously for my own entertainment and you are more than welcomed to read it :)

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Self-proclaimed weirdo April Hale and the notorious troublemaker Ryder Black have been living side by side for more than ten years. Both never attempted to communicate with each other, but on the night Ryder Black is thrown out by his own father, he asks her a question that might change both of their lives: "March, will you let me stay in your room?" He even got her name wrong. - A coming of age story about loss, the wonders of falling in love, and ultimately, pretending to be normal. Get inside April's distorted and yet humorous perspective, and watch as her tale unfolds into a shocking finish. COVER BY @RIVIIX

What was worse than being reincarnated as a villain of a story? Being reincarnated as the mother to the main love interest in an otome game. Not only did she became a mother right after she reincarnate, but she was also married to the most powerful man in the country who was famous for his tyrant ways of conquering other countries in only just two years of his ruling and by then he was only fifteen years old. "Hey! Hey! Why are you acting so different than the rumours? And why are you clinging to me? I'm not in love with you, okay? Heck, I don't even know your name! Go back to your one hundred concubines!" "But, wife, I don't need those ugly women. I only need you. Wife, how about having a daughter this time around?" Wife: ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ HIATUS Cover made by Madame_Pocky Editor: signora_mezzanotte

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".