four quirky best friend + three seemingly useless (but cute) boys + the most popular guy in school turned zombie + a stoner found hiding in a cupboard = a surprisingly efficient rat-tag group of zombie slayers on their way up the east coast of australia to their safe haven. Some of them may have biceps for brains, but...
They honor him. The hunt her. Jacob Grey is the nation's golden boy. Adelina Morgan is the nation's most notorious criminal. They have no reason to cross paths until a mysterious murder binds them together. Searching for answers brings about secrets of the nation, bloodshed, and a deep attraction that no one can expla...
Valerie and Jeordie have been best friends since pretty much ever. Then the Disease came. How can two teenagers survive the zombie apocalypse?
Faith Mitchell was never confident. She was happy to blend into the background, much to the protest of her friends. At 16, her life was a normal teenage cliche. She was in love with Jace, the obnoxious player who she couldn't have, and her biggest worry was whether or not he would finally come to his senses and see th...
"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you...
His name is Desmond Pierce. He's your cliché billionaire playboy who flaunts his wealth, enjoys a good party, and indulges in only the best of drinks. But ever since the life-changing deaths of his parents, the brash billionaire has had to cope with everyday panic attacks and stress. He drives everyone closest to him...
Madness can only be written in blood. //#1 in Horror, #1 in Action, #34 in Humour and WATTY AWARD WINNER: One of the Most Addictive Stories of 2014 and Featured Story//A Horror Comedy by 8tracks// You can't spell 'manslaughter' without 'laughter'. An adventure in which she takes great pleasure in seeing a whole...
I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eye...