In 2045, Psychwatch treats the mentally ill or cages them. Margo wants to bring empathy to every patient but a killer pushes her, and the system, to the limits ***** In a dark future, more than a third of the United States population suffers from mental illness and violent crime is on the rise. In response, Psychwatch is formed - an organization intended to combine mental healthcare and law enforcement - creating monitored areas and neglected ones known as the Psycho Slums. Margo Sandoval is the latest recruit to Psychwatch, bringing a new level of empathy to the controversial agency known for its unforgiving methods. Margo spends her days as an Empath treating everyone possible, until the arrival of a new serial killer upends her life and forces her to confront the evils of the human mind and the system that claims to be the solution.

(NOT EDITED AT ALL) (LOTS OF GRAMMAR ERRORS) (I was young when I wrote this lol) "You're special, fire boy," the man grins, "you and the others are just getting started." - Fire. Earth. Water. Air. It's 2890. In the US, everyone gets one of the elements powers when they are born, usually their parents element. But the elements no longer get along. They keep themselves separated from one another, not daring to interact, knowing it will cause havoc and destruction. But the government wants to test the elements together. And they've been watching, waiting for the right elements that can handle the job. And they've found them. *** Highest rank: #5 in Science Fiction Cover: @lucifehh WARNING: There is some harsh language, read at your own risk

Born a slave, made an heiress, Annabelle must battle a society unwilling to accept her and a love that threatens to ruin her in order to keep her freedom. ***** Born a slave, Annabelle soon finds that fate has other plans when she's purchased by a man named Elijah Finley, who not only rescues her from an abusive master, but also gives her her freedom. However, her new life comes at the cost of another: Elijah has made Annabelle the heiress to his estate, in spite of having a son. So Henry Finley, unwilling to accept his father's will, is determined to regain his rightful fortune at any cost -- even if that means seducing his father's former slave... Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains some racist and sexist language that reflects the historical time period when it's set. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

"That's my tattoo, Y/N, on your body. You know exactly what that means." BTS Jungkook x Reader tattoo artist AU gang AU Thanks and credits to all of the original artists of the amazing edits and fan arts, as well as the creator of the cover @namjoonkie and original artist @diatybx?❤️ Highest Ranking: [#1 in Fanfiction]

Who in their right mind would ask a teenager to write a 4000 word essay on the works of F. Scott Fitzgerald anyway? To me, English class was simply the fine art of over analyzing very old pieces of literature. It was usually pretty easy for me to string together some intricate sounding sentences about these old novels. My English teacher loved me for it, but for this particular essay, I was utterly incapable of replicating the excellence of my previous work. All I knew was that Nick Carraway was definitely gay for Gatsby. _________ When two high school boys find themselves being forced into partnership for a class project, things get interesting. With Callaway's snarky remarks and hidden secrets, and Chance's accidental girlfriend, their path to completing high school is anything but straight. _________ Discaimer: This is boyxboy so if this makes anyone uncomfortable, this is me warning you. Also, The Great Gatsby does not belong to me, copyright is to F Scott Fitzgerald. With the references to the novel in my story, I am in no way trying to mock or make fun of the novel, because it is one of my favourite books. Also, the reality of Nick Carraway's homosexuality is arguable, I simply used this opinion for the sake of my story and its plot.

Imagine, cameras clicking around you, fans and reporters shouting your name as you strut down the red carpet wearing the latest fashions everyone lusts over, arm in arm with a smoking hot celebrity girls would lay down their lives for. You probably feel anxious, excited, elated. But not for Erica. After an incident at a movie theater, she hopes that is the last she sees of any celebrities. Going into her last year of high school she just wants to be normal. But normal is the last thing she gets when she visits the set of her favorite book becoming a movie. Is show biz for Erica? Or will she become another one of Hollywood's failures? *** "Most girls would shave their heads and eyebrows to be in your position, why aren't you into me?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "Well, to start, you cut me in line at the movies, hate me, and you're also very selfish and snobby, anything else?" "Most girls don't care about that stuff." "Well I'm not like most girls."

"Forgive me Lord for I had sex with Lucifer's daughter" It's Hell on Earth when the Dark Lord's daughter starts Highschool and she's nothing you'd expect *Warning. Sexual content* ------------------------------------------------- [Highest Rankings] #1- Lesbian #1- Lucifer #1- Lesbian Fantasy #1- girlxgirl #1- Wattpad Pride #1- Trending #1- gxg

[46 parties] L'amour est plus fort que la haine ? Le mélange de culture est-il plus fort que la haine ?

C'est une histoire fictive Une histoire d'amour impossible entre une francaise a l'apparence timide et toute gentille et un renoi de la tess qui a toutes les filles a ses pieds. Malgrè les problèmes qui va leur arriver vont-ils reussir a s'aimer et rester ensemble ?

OEUVRE DE CHARLOTTE BRONTË «Il était impossible de se promener ce jour-là. Le matin, nous avions erré pendant une heure dans le bosquet dépouillé de feuillages ; mais, depuis le dîner (quand il n'y avait personne, Mme Reed dînait de bonne heure), le vent glacé d'hiver avait amené avec lui des nuages si sombres et une pluie si pénétrante, qu'on ne pouvait songer à aucune excursion. J'en étais contente. Je n'ai jamais aimé les longues promenades, surtout par le froid, et c'était une chose douloureuse pour moi que de revenir à la nuit, les pieds et les mains gelés, le cœur attristé par les réprimandes de Bessie, la bonne d'enfants, et l'esprit humilié par la conscience de mon infériorité physique vis-à-vis d'Eliza, de John et de Georgiana Reed. Eliza, John et Georgiana étaient groupés dans le salon auprès de leur mère ; celle-ci, étendue sur un sofa au coin du feu, et entourée de ses préférés, qui pour le moment ne se disputaient ni ne pleuraient, semblait parfaitement heureuse. Elle m'avait défendu de me joindre à leur groupe, en me disant qu'elle regrettait la nécessité où elle se trouvait de me tenir ainsi éloignée, mais que, jusqu'au moment où Bessie témoignerait de mes efforts pour me donner un caractère plus sociable et plus enfantin, des manières plus attrayantes, quelque chose de plus radieux, de plus ouvert et de plus naturel, elle ne pourrait pas m'accorder les mêmes privilèges qu'aux petits enfants joyeux et satisfaits.»