Mia Vargas was just a simple girl who lives in Germany. Her mother is Italian, her father German. Her little brother dean is 12 and already taller than her. Every thing was perfect. That was until the start of the war. The people they knew weretook left and right. Than one night it was their turn. The military men take her, her mother and brother to a camp. At the camp intrance a man she knew comes out. He takes time to his house, to live and serve him. Will he truly save her or will he use he and throw her away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hey my name is Savanna, I'm from Texas. I had this idea a few years ago. Only finding the rough draft the other day. I hope you enjoy. Like and comment.

hi guys this is my first story on wattpad an if your going to wright crap about my story, don't freaking read it. but those who like it go ahead. i will probably make spelling mistakes. and if i get something wrong please tell me i don't want to look like an idiot.

Sexy stuff. Lol I just got bored.

'When we get to the party and start drinking. All I remember is me swaying to the music, meeting the Tom Hiddleston and him taking me to his room and a vary amazing night. I can still feel every single touch he gave me. I can't remember most of the party. But when Tom touched me my body lit up like fireworks. Kinda like in all of the books but ten times better. That night was amazing.' Alice is 18, she had a one night fling with someone she never expected to. Thomas Williom Hiddleston. And a few weeks after this fling Savanna knew something wasn't right. When she goes to the docter after taking three 'positive' pregnancy test she finds out news that will change her life for ever. And she is not ready for this. I do shout outs so comment.

This is a great story about a girl who finds out at the age of seven that she can't physically live without killing, accidentally kills her whole family, finds love years later but is afraid to tell him of her "problem." It also goes really into detail about torturing and is overall an interesting story so if violence or gore is not for you, I wouldn't recommend reading it.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

A complete fantasy book. Technically ... a weird western. Gunslingers, hex witches, dogmen, minotaur, trains that run further than you can imagine ... Mikeos Jones is a gunslinger, faster than thinking, part of the gunlaw, a man who can seldom afford the luxury of looking past the end of any given day. Jenna Crossard is a hex-witch, but her ambitions are larger than spells and charms - the need to understand the world consumes her. They say the gunlaw keeps men safe from the endless horror of the sect, but to Jenna it's a cage and she wants out. If that means breaking open the world and killing a few gods ... so be it.

"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.

"He said he is scared of commitment, but he has tattoos all over his skin." The day Hazel Stevens moves from Maine to a small beach town in Florida called Walden, she encounters a boy, who's oh-so rude yet oh-so attractive. The only thing that connects the two is their love for dance and their dream of getting into Juilliard. The two spend the summer together dancing, getting to know each other and opening up to the other person. When mysteries are unraveled, feelings start developing. And after one simple tragedy, everything changes. [ wattpad featured book ] Copyright © 2016 by Charlie Jones All rights reserved.