BOOK ONE OF THE GOLDSTREAK TRILOGY They found her in the middle of the street, small hands woven into short, dark hair, bent over on her knees, sobbing her heart out as she trembled. It was Tony who did the assessment (because his suit made him good for that) and he was stunned to find the girl was giving off a heat signature so high that the only reading he received was a flashing 'ERROR.' >>> Megan is a disaster, with powers gone wrong. Pietro is a hurricane, stunned by a ray of light that happens to cross his path. [a marvel au - universe 717] [ Now featured on MarvelFanficRec's official reading list! Was a featured Wattpad FanFic story in Nov of 2017! ]

How would you use the powers pokemon do? What would you do with them? Max Igarci has been isolated for over 10 years in a cave. Separated from society in a dense forest. Having the power to control the types of pokemon, he was always looked at differently. His only companions would be pokemon, and even then he struggled to make friends with them. Then one day, a girl lost in the woods finds him. She wore entirely blue, and didn't seem like trouble. But when she angers the boss of the forest, he is left to care for her when she is rendered unconscious. So he did the only thing he could. He used his powers to heal her. Now I ask you one question. What would you do? Cover by: BreakMeSoftly (My Sister)

Only open this up if you're willing to read some poorly done rants written by an awkward and antisocial teenage girl addicted to procrastination and has a trash bin filter. And if you're just as sick of Fanfiction bull crap as I am. Or y'know. If you want your character reviewed.

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

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 ||

"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.

Kristen Black lost her best friend right after their 14th birthday; after she walked into the woods and disappeared; after a boy she grew close to came and left. No one knows if Diana is alive or dead, not a trace of her was left. Three years later on her 17th birthday, strange things start to happen. On a camping trip celebrated with her friend Alfire and her parents, went horrible wrong when an overnight lake nap away from camp resulted in her parents disappearance... gone...kidnapped. When on a search for her family Kristen encountered a beast that had chased her and Alfire into a hole of darkness, and into a strange camp; where Kristen runs into the one person she never thought she would ever see again.