Gangs. That was the one thing that had ruined Evelyn Summers life since the start. With her brother being the leader of “The London's Eyes,”growing up in a world of cruelty was something Evelyn Summers had to become accustomed to. But thing's about to get a whole lot worse. Gangs are starting to form all over London- with the intention of destroying London's Eyes. What will happen when the leader of the most powerful gang offers protection in exchange for Evie? Will Evie be able to survive Sebastian King? She just might have to- because as we all know, Sebastian isn't planning on letting her go any time soon. +++++ Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other. "You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones. "Well that's just too bad, now is it?" +++++

*** This story was inspired by True events. *** Arvind loves Divya at first sight. He goes in search of Divya and finally gets her address. He tries so many ways to grab her attention. Finally, he approaches her with a love letter. What if her father against to love? Does she accept him? How Arvind's friends play a crucial role in his life? At last, with whom he would get married to. got good rankings... on 24/september/2018. #3 twists and turns #5 engineering good ranks on 01/October/2018. #9 love letter out of 587 #2 temple #2 twisty #1 Hyderabad #69 feeling out of 4.3K

"The night is totally black, now, except for the guardian light of the street lamps. No one is out besides me. I fold my arms, missing my army jacket's warmth, and head home quickly. It's dangerous to be out at night. But I don't run. If you run in Rimwick, something chases you." There are two rules in the small town of Rimwick: 1. Don't be different. 2. Don't go outside after dark. Riley Fey broke both the rules. And breaking rules in Rimwick doesn't mean you get grounded; it means you might end up dead. Dead is not a situation Riley wants to be in, even though everyone at school hates her, her dad is MIA, and her mother is the town witch. But when a wolf shows up at Riley's door and takes her to a dangerous land outside her town, "dead" begins to seem a whole lot more likely. #6 in Fantasy A Wattpad Feature Novel Promoted by Goosebumps movie Winner of the HQ Wattys Award Nominated for The People's Choice Award

Noah Rykerson needs help. Just like any normal down-on-luck twenty year old girl, she has had her fair share of combats and long hauls in life. The human body - and mind - was only made to endure so much. What happens when Noah hits her limit? What happens when she is at her breaking point? What happens when she is ultimately -- Tarnished? Noah knew the road to being clean wasn't going to be easy, but what has she got to lose? " I'll try. I want to be clean again. So I'll try. " - Largely inspired by Taylor Swift's Clean. P.S. I don't own the song. Obviously. But hey check it out sometime, it's a good one. Cover By: @twelvewonderingstars

The colors appeared in the night. It had been happening to the human race for as long as I could remember. My father had said that we were not like this once, that we were clean, perfectly bonded; perfectly ordinary. There was a time in which the human race could hide their emotions up their sleeves, and no one had to brave the world knowing that their secrets were just unspoken truths that couldn't be hidden. In today's world, we would be the aliens of the past. He was different though. With a whole head of dark midnight blue, so perfectly blended with the night sky that it was borderline black. It brought out the color of his eyes, a shade of light evergreen that dulled the forests that ran across the borders of our land. Me myself, I was a collection of reds, colors of the sunset and of the dawn in which I was named after. While I was warm, he was cool. I was red, and he was blue. The lilac sky that touched the heavens as our fates collided was enough proof that we would clash and meet. But while everything was a bright burning hue, perhaps purple just wasn't for him after all. - Inspired by Halsey's COLORS Edited and co-written @twelvewonderingstars

"What brought you here?" A voice asked. "Oh fuck," I cursed, startled by the sudden voice. "Dude, you scared the shit out of me." It was pitch black inside. I obviously could see nothing. "My bad," he said, not meaning it. "What brought you here?" "My feet," I answered. Upon meeting a girl one midnight after being both dumped in a holding cell, Tanner Hampton had never felt the urge to be with someone for as long as possible. What he did not know was what he was getting himself into. For sure, the deliquent could handle a few heartbreaks from a notorious girl, yeah? Or so he himself thought. -10 . 29 . 16-

"Every good girl wants a bad boy who is good only for her." "Every bad boy wants a good girl who is bad only for him." "Whenever you are looking for love don't look too far he might be right next door." Clara Wilson is your typical clichéd teen fiction protagonist with exactly two friends, no social life and a 4.0 GPA. She has been in love with Alec Evans, the unattainabley popular football quarterback and her next door neighbour forever. She thinks she's in for a quiet senior year until Jake Henderson arrives. Bad boy extraordinaire, he's arrogant, rude, undeniably gorgeous and shares a past with Clara that she wants to do nothing more than to forget. Caught between two boys, her life is turned upside down in the most ridiculous of ways. But maybe in the midst of all the confusion and chaos she finds not only love but also herself. Romance #2

he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17

** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.