Mabel's boss dabbled in awfully questionable business for the owner of an herb store, and she never blinked when he had suspicious-looking visitors. On one particular Sunday, though, Mabel couldn't help but watch the man leaving Herman's office with a critical eye. It wasn't his impressive height, dark eyes, or shaggy hair that kept her curiosity piqued. Instead, it was the way the shadows seemed to collect around him, dancing under his feet as he walked and vanishing abruptly as soon as the door shut behind him. ***** "Do not call me 'Death,' Little One." He reached a hand down to help her up, but Mabel swatted it away, standing on her own and scowling. "Don't call me 'Little One,' Death." She fired back, crossing her arms and straightening her back to look taller. "And, besides, you're the one who told me your name was Death, so what else am I supposed to call you?" The raspy growl that rolled from his throat didn't sound anything like a chuckle, but the slight smile on his face told her otherwise. "Aleron." ****** He brings death to those deemed wicked, but sees her as an angel and vows that nothing will harm her under his watch. Highest Ranks: #1 in Littleone 8/7/2019 #1 in Mystical 8/25/20; 9/2/20; 9/11/20; 6/13/21 #1 in Mythical 9/25/20 #1 in Devil 5/16/21 #1 in Heaven 5/20/21 #4 in Paranormal 8/25/20 #1 in demon 8/7/22

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

A Wattpad Editors Choice. Tearing away all the papers of a bulletin board brings Edward Ruiz face to face with Adam Yuan, a young man who disappeared six years ago when he was only fourteen. Directly after, Edward is overtaken by a voice inside his head - a voice claiming to be that of Adam himself. Dragged into a nightmare he thinks he has nothing to do with, Edward's world is overcome by grisly hallucinations and shady dealings with the FBI who are questioning the medical agency he works for. Adam is pleading for his help so that he might finally escape his captor. All the while, a timer is set above both of their heads - and it's counting down fast. Cover created by: @CLAYTONMKHIZE

Holbekas yra laikomas Dievo slėniu. Ten esančią glaudžią bendruomenę nuo išorinio pasaulio slepia tankus miškas. Kai atslenka žiema ir perėja pasidengia balta sniego skraiste, gyventojai užkuria laužus, užsirakina duris ir meldžiasi. Jie meldžiasi, kad šių auka būtų priimta. Jie meldžiasi, kad netaptų išrinktaisiais avinėliais. Jie meldžiasi, kad neprisikeltų Apgaubtasis. © sizifas 2019

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Jaunas vyras Derenas Blekas studijuoja medicininę psichologiją ir nusprendžia savo žinias pritaikyti praktiškai. Jis apsilanko vietinėje nepilnamečių psichiatrinėje ligoninėje, kurioje susipažįsta su depresijos kamuojama sociopate Merida. Derenas pasiryžta susipažinti su mergina, tačiau pasirodo, kad jos gilios mintys ir tamsi vaizduotė gali nutempti Dereną į baisiausius jo vaikystės košmarus. Highest rank: #1 in Mystery/Thriller Pradėta: 2016 - 10 - 20 Baigta: 2017 - 06 - 08 2017 © ietis

Ištrauka: Pirmą kartą jį pamačiau. Ir visi pasakojimai pasiteisino. Turiu pripažinti alfos Hanibalo pasirodymas buvo efektingas. Visi paklaiko. Stebėjau jį iš šono. Aukštas, tvirto kūno sudėjimo, šaltos mėlynos akys. Jo akys susmigo tiesiai į mane. Kąsnis užstrigo burnoje. Dar niekados gyvenime nemačiau tiek šalčio sklindančio iš kieno nors akių.

Paralelė. Tobula pica. Pradžia. (PTP) yra romantinė/siaubo/dramos/fantastikos/komedijos (ir dar daugiau visokių žanrų) istorija, sekanti keturių, iš pirmo žvilgsnio visiškai skirtingų veikėjų likimus. Gana įtartinamoms (t.y visiškai kvailoms ir išvengiamoms) aplinkybėms sprogus planetai Žemei, pagrindiniai istorijos herojai yra pasmerkti blaškytis po plačiąją Visatą, o tiksliau - jos paralelines kopijas ( HarryPotter, TheHungerGames universes ir t.t). Nešini tik Orkaitės, ant kulnų lipant tarpvisatinei laiko ir erdvės policijai bei Kitiems, veikėjai susidurs su daugeliu problemų ir klausimų: kodėl sprogo Žemė? Kur dingo Tobula Pica? Kodėl burtininkai nepasinaudojo žiobarų ginklais nugalėti Voldemortą? Ir ką autorėms valgyti vakarienei?

Being human isn't as simple as being born that way. It's our actions that define who we are. Connor x OC *set during and after the events of Detroit: Become Human *

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.