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This account has been hacked by Voldemort. My name is Tom Marvolo Riddle, the heir of Salazar Slytherin. I am considering on making this book a Horcrux. I am willing to answer any questions, even from muggle filth like you, to preserve the soul of my sixteen-year-old self. Ask away. [ C O M P L E T E D ] start • 30 July 2016 end • 07 July 2017 **not accepting anymore questions

TOG & ACOTAR crossover *Spoilers: EOS & ACOWAR* Set after A Court of Mist and Fury and immediately following the events of Empire of Storms, this fan fiction alternates characters' points of view from both series and follows an alternate ending of EOS (elaboration in introduction). What will the Night Court do when a strange, magical stone with no history falls in their hands? --Along with a sadistic queen from another world who's looking for it? And how will they react when a fiery young woman from a land called Terrasen unintentionally brings her battle to Prythian? Will Aelin be able to find the wyrdkeys and get back to Terrasen without making any more enemies? How will she convince the dark high lord to let her leave? And what will she do if he insists on following her home? Follow along as worlds collide, battles intersect, and magics intertwine. All character and setting rights reserved to author Sarah J. Maas.

****[NO LONGER IN NEED OF EDITING BUT FEEL FREE TO READ THROUGH AND COMMENT]**** I AM IN NEED OF HELP THE FIRST ESSAY IS DUE IN TWO DAYS. ANYONE WHO WISHES TO HELP (and get an update in my ToG One-shot book) PLEASE READ AND EDIT THE FIRST CHAPTER AS MUCH AS YOU POSSIBLY CAN ASAP. Thank you for all your help (this description will be changed later as needed)

#twistfatechallenge What happens when Violet Eden isn't Grigori? When Samuel and Violet switch places we get to see what happens. What made caused her to Exile? What caused her to become enemies with Michael? Find out in twisted. Note! I do not own the characters in this book! This is for the Twist Fate Challenge. These characters belong to Jessica Shirvington! It is my all time favourite series, so I hope you like this fanfic of it! WOOH #twistfatechallenge Cover pic: http://favim.com/orig/201105/02/Favim.com-31915.jpg

🌹Open { } 🌹Closed Temporarily { } 🌹Closed Forever { ✔ } RANKS: #458 in Random (28/8/2017) #606 in Random (15/9/2017) #816 in Random (26/8/2017) #918 in Random (18/8/2017) WINNER OF - The Flower Awards 2017 Admit it. Literally every single one of you judge a book by it's cover. Book Covers is a book where I create covers and banners for you awesome Wattpadians. If you have a wonderful book, but also in need of a beautiful cover, you're at the right place! Look no further. Opened: April 18th

Lyra has super running in her veins. Supernatural, anyway. She and her family specialize in battling the real-life demons that normal people don't know about, and take pride in every job well done. However, after a horrifying case gone wrong, Lyra's father has decided they're done with the family business and moves Lyra to Ridgefield to start over. When strange things start happening at Lyra's new school, she decides to take it into her own hands. She's a strong, capable girl, after all. Even though a certain group of cute guys distract her at every turn, she's still got this. Even if mean girl Jessica wants her gone, she'll stick around until the job is done. She's super like that. But darker things than a single ghost are stirring in Ridgefield, and they won't rest. Welcome to the Whisper Chronicles. Warning: this book contains strong language and violence and abuse, so any readers who may feel uncomfortable with this should be careful! I'll try to put a warning at the beginning of chapters with disturbing scenes.

This is THE book for fellow writers, students, people preparing for the SAT and vocabulary learners, who wish to expand their vocabulary range. It contains short stories, mnemonics, funny ways to memorise the words and MORE! :)

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.