Max Codham is Calamity, the ruthlessly hilarious villain with the worst of luck and the coolest of BB guns. Kevin Weld is Captain Kind, the strong, humble superhero who always shows up to save the day, no matter how hard the job. They are sworn enemies, battling every week in the streets and back corners of LA. But the worst part? They're neighbors. When a certain night leads to something unexpected, the duo has to face the damning question that could end their rivalry. Are they enemies... or friends?

A small book of: · Overused Dialogues, · Overused Plots, · Overused Everythings. Basically, stuff from books that I've read on Wattpad so far. (Including the lies Wattpad authors tell us) Enjoy! [picture credit goes to original photographer] (let me know if you photographed it so that I can gice you credit)

'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...

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I know sometimes people might not have the time to always make book covers or be the best at it. That's why I decided to make this because I would love to do any requests anyone gives me for a book cover.

Hello! Welcome to my art book. I am an artist who mainly draws Wings of Fire... although I've started drawing Minecraft Youtubers... You may or may not recognize me from Instagram or Youtube or Twitter because I'm on there too (you should give me a follow) This is my third art book on wattpad... I may or may not have archived the other two. If this gets enough votes MAYBE I'll publish them again.

Art book numero uno

From pools of paradise on high mountains and peaceful places hidden beneath forests to kisses above the moonfall and floating islands, my mind takes me across time and space to the strangest places. This is not to be missed if you are in need of something a little less conventional than your textbook short story collection. Most of these are based on images. Some are not. Some have romances, or such potential. Most do not. Be warned: some of them are pretty dark. I take requests. I try to keep them below 300 words (and unfortunately fail in most chapters). I hope you enjoy it, and I welcome feedback. This is a work of fiction. Everything in here is a product of my imagination. My image sources are cited as necessary.

❝In which a celebrity dials a random number in hope of finding one last thing to make him smile before he commits suicide at the end of the month.❞ "I'm going to commit suicide in one months time." "I think you have the wrong number." "It can't be the wrong number Princess. I picked a random number from the catalog." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Because you, sweetheart, are now my own personal suicide helpline. Your job is to make the last month of my life worth living." ______________________

This story is basically spoofs based off of other stories that have way too many clichés in them. They are either real, published books/ movies by real authors, or some stories on Wattpad. The main character is a (of course) teenage girl named Casey Williams who doesn't believe in love, fantasies, or clichés. But when all the obvious clichés begin to happen to her, her friends try to convince her it's real.