Elena Adams has had a rough life. Her mother left her after the death of her sister and her brother never comes around. She's left alone with her drunk father. She's got a mouth on her though and will stand up to anyone who fucks with her or her friends. Reece Parkers life is golden, well except for the being dragged in a gang thing. He's the schools player/ bad boy. He's cocky, carefree and hot. He's tough and fearless... until Elena came along. She became his weakness in a matter of days. "I wanna punch you in the face" I squinted my eyes. Just then an apple snacked him right in the head. Lauren and I curled our lips in so we wouldn't laugh "my point p-proven" I bursted out into laughter He squinted his eyes and stood up "Who threw it!" All eyes were on him. I exchanged looks with Lauren before we gave him our attention again "Caleb please get down" I laughed He shook his head "No Lena" he looked at the jock table and jumped off the table stomping their way "who did it?" Lauren and I jumped out of out seats and ran to him "Caleb stop. They're gonna beat your ass" I made slight eye contact with Reece, his grey eyes stared into my soul and he gave me a blank expression. I looked at Caleb "Go now!" I pointed back to our table "Lena I got a fucking apple to the head" he frowned "I ain't leaving until I find out who it was" "I did it" Dylan smirked "but it was aimed for Kayne"

Highest Ranking: #48 in Fanfiction (10/5/16) PREVIOUSLY FEATURED A tale of loss, fractured bonds, newfound friendships, and action-packed battles, Out of Time is a fresh Marvel fanfiction for all lovers of superheroes. What do you get when you cross a sarcastic redhead with a master time traveller? Me. My name is Andi. Just Andi. That's all you need to know. I've walked the earth for hundreds of thousands of years. I've seen much and loved many. I've held many names and I've walked hand in hand with historical leaders and pioneers of greatness. But here's the thing: there's a threat roaming the fabrics of time, and I'm the only one who knows about him. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I need help. An extraordinary problem calls for extraordinary help. So I've got one question for you: what would you do if you had the power to control time at your fingertips? ★ Based on Captain America: First Avenger and The Avengers ★ ★ FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY ★ ★ Book 1 of the Time Walker tetralogy ★ || Absolutely gorgeous cover by the wonderful @-verdant- ||

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

When devastating circumstances caused Scarlett Hudson to leave her home town she never imagined that another tragedy would force her to return three years later and the past she had tried so desperately to bury would start clawing its way out. If all that wasn't enough, her former bestfriend Hunter Adams, the person whose betrayal had cut her the deepest three years ago, seems hell bent on doing everything in his power to win her trust again. As secrets from the past begin to unravel Scarlett is forced to question everything she once believed in.

"You may have given up, but I will lift you up. I will always carry you."

After escaping her past, Miranda finds herself in coastal Maine, and when she meets Owen, she must help him uncover what truly happened to his now-dead ex. ***** On the run from her abusive ex, Miranda Lewis figures a small town in coastal Maine is just the place for her to lay low. There she befriends Claire, the owner of a local cafe, and her son, Owen. A woodworker and musician, he keeps to himself, especially since the town believes he played a part in the disappearance of the town's pride and joy... a skilled artist and his former girlfriend. As the two begin to grow closer, Miranda agrees to help him uncover the truth behind what really happened, especially now that strange things are occurring again, leading all roads back to Owen. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by Simone Northey

It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start, echoing around the world like a dreadful reminder. Anyone, human or not, who heard the screams of pain and terror would know that once again, The Event had started. Routines were the same everywhere. Mothers would usher their children into their homes, whether big or small, while fathers and father figures alike would silently protect and pray; pray that The Even never hit their towns or came near their families. Children under twelve years of age would be left curious, once again wondering about what had caused the shrill screams and why. If above the age of twelve, children would join their fathers in praying silently in their hearts; for they knew the consequences of The Event. But there was always one category of people that prayed the most, hoped the hardest, and worried constantly. During The Event, one could often find females, between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one sitting in corners, surrounded by those who would give their lives to protect them. Tears would be rolling down their cheeks as even their screwed shut eyes leaked them. Most would bite their lip in order to contain sobs, so hard that often, there were also small, thin streams of the dark liquid tumbling down their chins. The terror they felt, naked and strong on their faces, made it hard for anyone to lay their eyes on the females during The Event. They had everything to fear, because they were the ones being hunted. It happened every month; on every second Sunday, at exactly 11:59 P.M. the screams would start. And then, at precisely midnight, the screams would silence immediately, letting the world know that The Event was over for the moment. Everyone knew that, somewhere, a girl between the ages of thirteen and twenty-one had been taken, and would never be seen again in history. This time, that unlucky girl just happened to be me.

'Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?' * * * Jess has had a rough time of it lately. And when she gets shipped off to a Catholic Boarding School, she's sure that her time there is going to be boring as hell. But with the Bad Boy, the Queen Bitch and the Hot Head Boy, she realises pretty soon that life is just about to get interesting and now she has to make the hardest choice she's ever had to. Jess knew she'd learn a few lessons from going to Catholic School, but she never guessed that the one to stay with her the longest would be 'Only Fools Fall in Love'...... / / / / / / / / / / / This story is PG. There is mild sex references, mild language (no real cursing). If you're not sure whether this story is going to be appropriate for you then inbox me so I can advise you. Saying that, with the age limit on Wattpad being 13 it should be fine for everyone! Enjoy! :D *trigger warnings - cancer, divorce*

"That was my plan; 1) Get into Juilliard, and become a famous Violinists. 2) Learn to walk across a flat surface without tripping over. 3) Have Averie wake up, and come back home safe. 4) Get over my undying crush for someone who doesn't even know I exists. Neither of them included falling for a bad boy. Again. That wasn't part of the plan, at all" Richmond High is delighted when their King and Queen come back, well, everyone except Willa Van der Mariel. She is the type of girl to do her homework through lunch, and then practice Violin for hours after school. But, when Mason Singer comes home, her life is flipped around and does anyone really not fall for the bad boy? Well, especially since poor Willa ends up making a deal with the devil. [Completed. Needs editing.}