When you look towards your light, whom you trust with your life when that light is gone, where do you turn to? Walking into the flames of revenge, Mimi Hirogori finds herself uncovering the truth to her beloved sister's death. The promises made to her were nothing but poison in her mind. A beautiful lie she once believed comes out being a painful truth. ------ An original story. [*Warning - This book will contain mature contents that may be unsuitable for younger viewers. ]

When Harri is asked to remotely install webcam software on her mother’s computer, she accidentally logs onto the wrong computer and ends up chatting with the stranger. She doesn’t know it yet, but the computer belongs to none other than Tom Hiddleston. When will she figure out that he isn’t just a random stranger but one of her celebrity crushes, and the star of a few her racier day dreams. Written in the first person.

He supposed it all started with cats. Felinus familarius or whatever the scientific name actually was. They had been around Edam as long as he could remember. And he had been able to talk to them almost as long.

' One puff, and then a second. He simply couldn't stop himself from going for another drag. Just like he couldn't stop averting his gaze towards her sleeping figure, bathed in moonlight. One more glance and then I'm done. But he knew he was lying to himself; right from having their clothes being unbuttoned, to being an entangled mess together- the memory burns a vivid picture in his mind. The brown of her eyes- so warm, so intense, as if he knew looking deep into them was going to leave a mark on his soul. One more puff, and then I'd stop. But her skin, all soft and smooth seemed to inch closer, as though his touch was burning her to ashes. And she wanted to be burnt. Their moans were muffled within the confines of these walls, like the rings of smoke clouding his vision. Her lips that moved in complete sync with his own- disguising as his rehab, only to taunt him into relapsing. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and then at her, and just wondered- Why was I under the wrong addiction all this time? ' It has been some time since the war and most of them had moved on. But not her. She was trying to but one tempestuous night someone arrives at Hermione's doorstep like a hurricane. And the world comes crashing down at her feet. What will she do now? #slowburn #triggerwarning #mature content

Ever since photographer Lacy Maguire caught her ex playing Pin the Secretary to the Elevator Wall, she's been content with her dog Fabio, her three cats, and a vow of chastity. But all of that changes when the reindeer-antlered Fabio drags in a very desperate, on-the-run detective who decides to take refuge in her house -- a house filled with twinkling lights and a decorated tree. (Okay, so it's February, but she has a broken heart to mend, a Christmas-card shoot to do, and a six-times divorced, match-making mother to appease.) For the first time in a looooong while, Lacy reconsiders her vow. Because sexy Chase Kelly, wounded soul that he may be, would be an oh-so-delicious way of breaking her fast. Now, if she can just keep them both alive and him out of jail....

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

Violet Calla Lily I walked by in the dark Dizzying scent We are but simple flowers This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 3 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".

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 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".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. 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".

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.