[complete; editing, ROUGH draft] "Say something in Spanish." I snorted, "Like what?" "I don't know... I just want to hear you speak it." Our gaze stayed on each other for more than it should've. But I couldn't look away. Her hair laid out behind her on the pillow, her hands under her cheek and her head nearly under my arm. I inhaled, "Puede que me esté enamorando de alguien que nunca me amará." She parted her lips and for a second I thought she understood me, my heart skipped a beat until she spoke, "And what does that mean?" "It means, this woman beside me asks too many questions," I lied. ***** Oakley Marrero has been nothing but a rebel since witnessing her parent's murder at the age of eight. Leaving everything behind ten years later, she settled down in New York City in hopes to track down the killers that have never been found. While on her mission, she had what she thought was a one-night stand with August Creed. But when she collides with him while just mere seconds away from catching her parents killer - getting away yet again - the two find out they have more in common than just sexual attraction. ***** -Does not portray IRL Mafia's- Start date: May 22nd, 2021 End date: Nov 18th, 2021 Status: Complete Achievements: 50k reads- July 22nd, 2021 2k votes- Aug 13th, 2021 100k reads- Sept 16th, 2021 3k votes- Sept 24, 2021 4K votes- Dec 10, 2021 150k reads- Dec 10, 2021 200k reads- Dec 18, 2021

(SAMPLE) Now available everywhere in ebook & paperback (and on Kindle Unlimited in the US & Canada). Kendall works the night shift at the campus library. It's the perfect job: she gets to spend hours reading her romance novels without interruption... until the night that Vincent, king of campus and star of the basketball team, comes to the front desk and asks her for reading recommendations. (75k words. No cheating, no love triangles, happy ending. Adult content. 18+ recommended.)

Workaholic wedding planner Sophia gets the surprise of her life when her new clients' best man turns out to be her ex-boyfriend. ***** When taking on new clients, Sophia Coleman expects the same old routine - wake up, go to work, go home, binge The Bachelor, go to sleep, repeat. What she doesn't expect is her ex-boyfriend, Carter Stone, to be the groom's best man. His sudden appearance throws her off, and she refuses to let anyone - let alone a guy - get in the way of her success. Especially not after the last time. Planning a wedding in three months is hard enough, but between cake tastings and dress shopping, there's Carter's cheeky smile and relentless charm. As the big day gets closer, so do Sophia and Carter, until all that's standing between them is their history. Can Sophia say yes to a second chance, or will this rekindled romance get left at the altar?

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

She'd expected to possibly give her life to this war, she'd even prepared for the reality that they might lose the war. But the one thing Hermione Granger never prepared for was to be thrown back in time just before the fateful night of the Potters' death. When the wizarding war takes a dark turn, Hermione Granger is thrown back into the past. Straight to Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow on October 23, 1981. Now she has the chance to change everything for the better, even if it means erasing her childhood and writing her friends out of her life. But when her presence alters the timeline, she has to prove to the Order the truth of her future. 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭 ✓ August 2020 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬 ✓ December 2020 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 [In Progress] 🐾 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 #1 fanfiction/1.1M! #10 romance/1.4M! #1 siriusblack #1 hermione #1 marauders #2 timetravel #1 harrypotter 🥇 1st PLACE in Marauder's Era @ Seeker Awards 2019 🥇 1st PLACE in Marauder's Era @ Hogwarts Student Council Writing Contest 🐾 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 • Hermione Granger • Sirius Black • James Potter • Lily Potter • Remus Lupin • Fabian Prewett • Gideon Prewett • Severus Snape 🐾 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: • I do not own HP or the Wizarding World, I just like to dabble for fun.

A dystopian romance in which two superhumans from light and dark fall in love. __ [BOOK IS COMPLETE BUT CURRENTLY BEING EDITED] On August 21st, 2164, Mara Winters will discover she is not a normal human being. She will learn that she belongs to an elite race of humans called 'mutants'. Which so happens to be the type of human that her government has killed off almost completely. After a factory incident at her workplace, Mara will soon realize she isn't the only mutant remaining on Earth. She soon finds herself in a Rebel group training for one sole purpose; to take down their evil leaders. But one night, Mara discovers that she has a mental bond between an oh-so-sexy mutant commander from their government. It allows them to telecommunicate, or even appear in each other's heads late at night. The two find themselves slowly warming up to each other, despite the fact that the commander was an evil mutant-a sworn enemy against Mara's kind. But as secrets of their past begin to unfold, they realize they had more in common than they could've ever known. They find it harder to trust those they once considered close. Little did they know, a war was coming. And not just a physical war. A war of love. ----- #1 in #Dystopian Oct. 27th!

❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes, etc.)

Lennox Renovales has been known as the highschool's troublemaker. Luke Donovan is the most wanted bad boy. She wants to know more about his past but he wants to know more about her life. She's stubborn but he's protective. She's scarred but he's broken. They both are different in so many ways. Yet, there's something they have in common. They fall for each other. [WARNING:] this story is unedited because I'm too lazy to do so.

Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you." The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad." With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there." With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.