*WATTPAD FEATURED* *UNEDITED* "You can't erase the pain, nor can I. You can't erase the reasons behind my fake smiles, you can't change the past, nor can I. We can't turn each other's faith, we can't vanish each other's mistakes, but I promise, I promise you that through all your regrets, pain and heartbreaks, I will be there for you, I will be there for you to love you, to support you, to be your pillar. I will always be there with you, in the same road. Yah, I can't promise to make the pain go away but, but I promise that you will not face it alone, you're never going to face it alone. We are going to do that together, for each other." - The Golden Girl **************************************** ©iiqueenbee_ | 2018 Featured by : @talentscouts Completed.

When a war breaks out in the land of the fairies, the natural course of the world's seasons are thrown off, sending everyone into an enduring summer. When the influence of the battling goes so far as to affect humanity, Mother Nature knows interference must occur. Only one being can save the most wonderful time of the year, and that certain someone happens to be known best as Frost. [ #JustWriteIt | #HolidayChaos ]

Mickey Davidson and Jason Thomas have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Growing up together in the same town, with neighboring houses, they were inseparable. When their senior year arrives, everything is going well -- until one day, when there's a car crash on the way to Jason's football game. After Mickey wakes from a three-day coma, everyone is relieved . . . until she opens her mouth. Mickey doesn't remember who anyone is, but it goes a step beyond that. Mickey thinks she's someone out of a story she writes -- and Jason is the only other person she recognizes. ranked 1 in adventure

"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.