He was the prince who got away. He had it all - power, fame, glory, honor. (Did I mention the unlimited supply of money, alcohol and women?) Yet he chose the human world. She wasn't shy, quiet or even remotely sweet. She wasn't your girl next door and she certainly was not a princess. When Victoria is hired to kill a mysterious stranger, she didn't know she was dealing with royalty. Of the immortal kind. Their worlds are about to get intertwined in a way neither could've foreseen. Welcome to a place where pretences are everything and everyone lies to get what they want. There will be scandals. Conspiracies. Betrayal. Love. Vampires, angels, magic and smoking hot men. And of course, a whole lot of "What the hell just happened?" *** Current ranking - #1 on Fantasy Wattpad Featured book Fiction Award Winner 2017 Completed

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

Lacey Hannigan was never your average girl. Why? Because she can see ghosts. In a new town, she feels like she can finally move on with her life, and feels like she has a better grip on herself than ever. Until Finn McDermott enters, the ghost of a hot, arrogant quarterback that disappeared nine months ago. And Lacey doesn’t know what’s scarier to her. The fact that everything she thought she knew was all a lie. Or the fact that Finn, one by one, is slowly undoing all of the hard work Lacey put up to protect herself and her gift. And that she doesn’t mind. Join Lacey and Finn as they work together to uncover Finn’s murder and bring justice to his death, finally freeing him from this world and allowing him to move on. But, when the time comes, will she be able to let him go? Cover: CityPerson Trailer: novemberdreamer

They all say Harmony is Bad News. Zane is about to find out just how bad. *** Zane is sure he'll be one of the popular kids in his new school - and Harmony is just the girl to help him. She's beautiful, a cheerleader, and obviously the most popular girl in school. If Zane can get Harmony to go out with him, he'll be golden. Brushing off his new friends' warnings as mere rumors, Zane woos Harmony... until her behavior becomes hard to ignore. Is her vacant stare because he's boring? Was that night he thought he saw her eating Coach Thompson's face simply a drug-induced hallucination? Or is it because his friends are right, and Harmony is the patient zero who started the zombie apocalypse? ***highest rank: #273 in Teen***

Watty Award Winner 2011) *ORIGINAL SERIES* This is the first book of the Original Death Is My BFF Series, which won the Watty Awards in 2011! *** Death came knocking at her door. Well actually, he pounded. Faith Williams has always been a little odd, but never before did she think she was one of a kind. Enter Death, the legendary, sadistic, and irresistible Grim Reaper who sparred Faith's life when she was a child. The more she tries to resist him, the more he's popping up in her life and turning it entirely upside down. Death is dangerous with a dark past and a thirst for revenge, and Faith Williams is slowly becoming unable to resist his power over her. Who is the man under the hood? What does he want with her? Most importantly, why the hell does he have a name for his scythe? ** This is the FIRST of the DIMBFF series. *** Fan Made Book Cover uses image from = michellemonique on Deviantart.com! http://michellemonique.deviantart.com/ MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Cecilia Kee has always had problems. No, not the regular high school girl problems. She wasn't worried about homework, grades, friends. She wasn't even worried about a boyfriend. See, Cecilia has cancer. Brain cancer to be specific. A special type of brain cancer that affects the way she feels pain. And of course, given the weight of the situation, she hasn't bothered to explain it to very many people. But she doesn't mind the shadows. She certainly doesn't mind the secret. ><>< COMPLETED: 9/27/16 Highest Ranking: #29 in General Fiction

Aeons once ruled the world. Now, their empire lies in ruin, and the survivors hide on the fringes of society. Nahlia is a librarian's apprentice who's obsessed with Aeon lore, scavenging for hints of their legendary power. But others are searching too, including the Templars who seek to hunt down the Aeon survivors. When the Templars attack her family, Nahlia is forced to infiltrate a secret academy and rise beyond everything she's ever known. https://davidmusk.com/books/aeonica-the-lost-redeemer

Once Lucifer was the archangel of Heaven. 'Light-bearer' he was called; the Son of the Morning. He was loved and respected by all. But it all went downhill for him on that one faithful day... the day he became a fallen angel and got banished into Hell. When Harlynn was younger, she loved the tale of the angel who fell from the skies like lightning. Who shook heaven and earth alike and made entire kingdoms tremble before him. This terrifying, yet fascinating, creature has always mesmerized her. While growing up, she came to believe it was just a story. Not real at all. After all, she had never encountered the supernatural. But there are always two sides to a story. And not every story is true. Which is also the case with Lucifer himself. Nobody knows his side of the story. The real story. 'The Devil is not so black as he is painted.' [This is NOT a fanfiction of the TV-shows Supernatural and/or Lucifer! References and quotes might be found though] ~~ Awards won: ~ Angel Awards 2017, Paranormal, first place ~ The World Of Champions Awards 2018, Paranormal, 4th place Copyright 2016 (C) luciferspinkwings All rights reserved [Cover made by @transientstars]

WATTY AWARD WINNER OF 2015 - #JustWriteIt Challenge ✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾ The hero of her dreams was too bad to be true. ✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾✾ Villain Academy; where all the psychotic teenagers are trained to be the world's best villains. Try being the baddest of them all when the Puberty Truck is smacking you in the face--repeatedly. It's a hard time for young, attractive villains who haven't reached eighteen. And you'd think they already have enough to deal with when their worst urban legend fear appears: The Hero. So isolating evil-minded, puberty-hitting, aggressive teenagers into a confined brick building may not be the most intelligent choice of mankind. It was inevitable for there to be one hell of a problem. And that problem was me.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.