The trees tower above taller than skyscrapers swaying in the light breeze. Green prickly grass tickles my elbows as I gaze around. I slowly sit up my head spinning as I do I turn my head slowly looking around there is a meadow on my far right, but the rest was only trees. I can hear water far in the distance. I sniff the forest air the fresh open scent filling my lungs. I stand slowly but steadily my head slightly spinning as I do. My bare feet covered in the cold damp dew resting upon the grass. The strong breeze blowing my hair in all directions along with the lose fitting white dress I am wearing. That comes down to barely below my knees. It is tight at the waist but other than that there is little to no shape in it. I focus my attention on the meadow, and begin to walk in its direction. As I get closer I can see wild flowers growing in patches all around in patches as well as smell them. With beautiful butterflies with colorful wings ranging from bright yellow to cool blue flying all around. Visiting flowers only landing for a few seconds. One begins to fly to me its dark blue wings lightly fluttering through the wind. I raise my hand to meet it as it gets closer its tiny legs landing on my extended finger. The others began flying my way swarming me in colors. Landing wherever they could. The ground shook violently they all jumped off me flying away. The force of it caused me to fall as I fell my head hit the ground. I jolted awake sitting up I gaze around my small dorm room the sun was barely peeking into it giving off very little light. Leaving most of the room bathed in darkness.

A blacksmith's apprentice who would be a knight. The heir to the throne, at death's door. One woman who would save them both, if she could... Charlotte was number sixty-four in the second group of young, hopeful maidens intended to meet the Prince at a grand ball in his honor. That introduction was not to be. She returned home to her tiny village- and her visions of a future limited by it- without any warning of the drastic turn her life was about to take. Soon she would be fighting against the odds to help keep a gravely wounded stranger alive; and waging war with her own heart, as he stirred feelings in her she'd never known. When the stranger's royal identity is revealed, Charlotte is faced with an entirely different battle: one to keep her family, village, and the injured Prince in her care all safe from a madman set on taking the throne by any means necessary.

***TRIGGER WARNING: this book contains an actual SERIOUS and ACCURATE picture of mental illness and many other things abusive parents, self harm, etc*** small disclaimer: this book is completely unedited and contains spelling/grammar errors. Highest Ranking: #1 ♡♡♡ "Did you're sister tell you anything about mates?"He asks, sitting down on the edge of the bed next to me.I nod in response. "Okay, how much do you know?" "That mates are made for each other."I answer him softly. "Do you know who your mate is?"Tyler asks me. My heart sinks and I look down at my feet and nod slowly. He takes my chin in his hand and tips it up so I look at him in the eye. "Who's your mate, darling?" "Y-you are."I stutter. "Good girl."He smirks before moving his hands to wrap around my waist and pulls me onto his lap so that I'm straddling him."And you know why I gave you this?" He moves my hair off my shoulder to reveal his bite mark.He traces around the teeth marks lightly with the tip of his finger, causing electricity to run throughout my body.The smirk on his face proves that he knows the affect he has on me. "It's to show that you're mine."Tyler says."That you belong to me,every little inch of you.That no one else will ever touch you the way I do,you're mine."

Which a lonely model named Adrien gets texts from an unknown number and falls in love with her anonymity. TRANSLATIONS Turkish- @liuxingxx

~A cute, Miraculous Ladybug romance ^-^~

Holly is a young werewolf who has been singled out her whole life, but when her pack finally pushes her too far causing the thin thread she had been hanging onto to break she thinks death will be her salvation. It’s a shame her plans are interrupted when she meets the alpha of vicious pack though, but is she to broken to feel love, a feeling she no longer believes in?

Three years has passed since their first camp experience together. Drew has finally come back and the group is now old enough to be counselors. However, they still act like campers. Join the journey where everything finally falls into place, and even more adventures happen. Continue on with the sequel to Camp Cinderella, and see the mystery of before finally become clear. [|SEQUEL TO CAMP CINDERELLA|]

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

She's cursed to remain as a horse for the rest of her life. Her coat is colored black for her mother's transgression. Only for one hour every night her human self can shed the mane and the hooves. The only way to break this curse is to find someone who will fall in love with her. Kaelyn had always had her heart set on the wonderful and handsome prince Philip, but he doesn't even know she really exists. Nobody pays any attention to a palace horse. When the two of them are captured by common horse thieves, it is up to Kaelyn to bring Philip safely back home. It's a long journey, and they have many miles to cover. Perhaps prince Philip will discover that his horse "Aurora" is more than she appears?

[book one to letters to my love series] how one, small, neat, and utterly normal looking letter changed adrien's life forever (◕‿◕✿) i've been told this fic is a punch in the face with feels, so i suppose that's my warning