Desperate to save his children, Origin, the creator, separated them. It was better than they getting corrupted by End, his brother, then he died. Chaos and Order, his daughters, were sent far away to the core of the universe while his son, Balance, was sent to Earth. After many centuries, what happens when the three cross paths once again? PercyxChaosxOrder/Divine Incest/OP Percy

The Bad Boy and The Tomboy is now published as a Wattpad Book! As a Wattpad reader, you can access both the Original Edition and Books Edition upon purchase. Nicknames, a love of soccer, and school rumors are all the bad boy and the tomboy have in common. But if they give each other a chance, will they find something more? ***** Seventeen-year-old Macy Anderson is a tomboy that plays soccer, hangs with the guys, can't stand girls (except her best friend Jasmine) and doesn't know who Sam Cahill is. But when the pair unexpectedly meet, everything goes downhill from there. Because Sam Cahill is the school's bad boy, known for skipping classes and getting into trouble. Not to mention his cocky attitude, British accent, and magnetic charm, which seems to work on all the girls -- except Macy, who has a rule not date in high school. But when Sam starts showing her his moves (on and off the soccer field), Macy begins to see a different guy under the leather-clad exterior. Will that be enough to convince her that he's the one guy worth breaking the rules for? [[Word count: 300,000 - 350,000 words]] [[2015 Watty Winner]] All Rights Reserved- ©nikki20038

This is my entry for the 21st chapter of OUARONS which happens after the 20th chapter. (😓) Once Upon a Royal One-Night Stand written by ThatReeader is a great book with many scenes worth fangirling ,scenes that'll make you crack up and much more.

"Cora, whether you like it or not, you belong to me. You're mine! Do you understand that? I suggest you accept it because I won't allow you to decide otherwise. You see, in my world, life is like a game of chess, and darling...you've just became the queen, my main piece." "Well...It's a good thing I've never been fond of chess. In fact, I've always preferred monopoly." With that, I slammed my foot down on his, shoving him aside while running for the shut door. He was beyond mad. Looking over my shoulder, I smiled innocently up at his enraged expression and tense stance. "And luckily, I have a get out jail free card." _______________________________ C O P Y R I G H T. R E S E R V E D. Guilty for loving cliche possessiveness, control and jealousy, I decided to create my very own story involving just that. This is nothing professional or overly realistic. it's just a fun story filled with game playing, banter, romance and humour.

He's a Prince. She's a journalist. They have a complicated relationship. More like he's into her but she hates his guts. He needs to behave. She needs to let loose. He's interested in her because she's the last girl interested in him. Both of them need to change and they might be exactly what the other needs. Or not. *Completed*

When some of the new recruits notice the odd behavior of a certain servant towards their King and the other knights, they take measures in to their own hands to teach him a lesson. What will Arthur and his knights of the round table do when Merlin starts to act weird around them? English is not my language so bear with me please. Hope you like it. R&R! I don't own Merlin! The BBC does. I just write this for my own pleasure. I don't earn anything with it.

This story starts right after the end of the last episode, but is the end really the end...?

This, thought Merlin, is why I detest hunting. Not the heat. Not the work. Not the killing of poor defenseless animals. All of that was terrible, but he would hate Arthur's hunting trips anyway. Because they always went wrong. Every sodding time. Like now, for instance. Merlin's pulse beat in his head, a vicious tattoo on the inside of his skull. He groaned quietly and tried to decide whether opening his eyes would be worth the effort. He tried to bring his hands to his forehead and was met with the rather unsettling realization that his hands were bound above his head. With a sigh, he let his head droop back onto his chest. "Merlin!" A voice hissed. Go 'way, he thought. "Merlin, are you awake?" There was that voice again. "No," he muttered. Why wouldn't it let him sleep? "Merlin!" That sounded a lot like.... His head jerked up "Arthur!" Not his best idea. The cave-why were they in a cave?-spun sickeningly. Merlin blinked furiously, trying to see and get his bearings.