If dish soap, rutabagas, and firecrackers aren't an essential part of your zombie apocalypse kit, you better grab them now! Season 1 of The Virus Within (SERIES IS COMPLETED!) * * * * * * * Trinity fights against the bloodthirsty influences of the zombie virus as she searches for her sister, hoping to find her still alive among the scattered survivors. But even if Trinity manages to find her, how will Jess react when she discovers Trinity is a zombie? When a group of survivors gets stranded by a vehicle malfunction, Trinity decides to guide them to safety. Rediscovering her sense of humor was the last thing she ever expected, but it just might be her best defense in keeping her humanity, especially on a zombie-infested road trip with more bad luck than potholes. But time is running out as the third wave of the deadly outbreak rapidly spreads. Trinity must decide if she can trust a backwater scientist who thinks she can help her new friends, all while combating the effects of the virus that threatens to steal what's left of her humanity. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

THIS BOOK IS COMPLETED but it will be HEAVILY EDITED and have things added to it in the future. I wrote this book when I was much younger. I didn't expect it to reach this amount of popularity so I will devote my time to bettering it in the future. ------------------ Every year, in our village and the neighbouring villages, we encounter, on what is suppose to be the most divine and celebrated day of the year, a visit from the 'big bad wolf'. At least that's what the children call him. Adults like to call him "inhuman" or a "wild ravenous monster". However, the majority settle for "beast". No one knows why he ruins this specific day for us, the day we can celebrate our species: werewolves. Some despise him for taking this day from us and forcefully exchanging our merry and joyful laughs to screams of fear. When that specific day of the year approaches us, none of us are ever prepared for it. He always comes at night. We are told to lock our windows, draw our curtains and our doors. We are told to hide. There's one main rule that we have: don't look at him. Because if you do, no one knows what'll happen to you. Maybe that's the worse part, not knowing your fate. Not knowing the outcome of your foolish actions. If he comes roaming your streets, you have a right to be scared. Us "maidens" are always encouraged to hide ourselves the most, it's women that he supposedly wants more. However, I believe that that is a cautionary excuse. He'll take you, no matter how old or how young, no matter how innocent or how corrupt, no matter your gender, all it takes is a look. Either he looks at you, or you look at him, or you both exchange looks. Either way, his senses will pick you up, and you can't hide. It'll be too late. The amazing cover is by @-blackrogue. The amazing aesthetics in this book are by @mackreadsbooks24 Highest Rankings: 1st in #werewolflove 1st in #fierce 1st in #defiant 1st in #feminism 1st in #monster + many others

A Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji fanfic (I own only my OC, nothing else. Also, this is going by the manga, so spoilers possibly)

[Book 2] "The only ways to kill a Crawler are to sever the head or remove the heart. If any muscle remains in the body, the heart will regrow. If the head is touching the neck at all, it will fuse back." I've died several times in my life. Being shot in the head by my best friend, being dismembered and mutilated by another, and being beheaded by the Crawler king. I wasn't supposed to come back this time, but fate has some plans for me. I had always wondered what the future would look like, but I didn't think I would ever see. A new chapter is being written in my story, and no one else knows.

The snow on the mountains of the Jefferson National Park has settled. With her ankles buried deep in slush, Lily leaves her cozy cabin, bow in hand and arrows sticking out of her backpack, for the trees. There is nothing unusual about this hunt. Not until she spots something dark and mysterious underneath an old willow oak. Lily doesn't so much as flinch when her prey arrives. With her sharp eye, she strikes at the right moment, taking down her dinner. As she goes to collect her meat, a shadow catches her attention by the old oak tree-something that will change everything. ------------- Entry for the Open Novella Contest 2019 Suspense Fiction #1 - Winter Sun - 2/8/19: Title Change from HUNTED to WHEN BLOOD SPEAKS - © 2019 Sarah Lampkin Published to Wattpad 01.18.19 Initial Draft - Ongoing - Last Update 03.26.19

***2016 WATTY AWARD WINNER - VORACIOUS READS*** WINNER OF THE FICTION AWARDS 2016 - HISTORICAL FICTION Against all odds, Libby Marks-Whelan is back at court - and no longer confined to the service corridors as a lady-in-waiting. With the start of the new Winter Season, however, the competition for a crown just got a lot fiercer. Now that there are two princes searching for wives, Libby struggles not just against the other debutantes but also against the monotony of court life in her new position. With the queen's disapproval aimed squarely in her direction, will she weather the storm to win her prince? ***Please note that this story is the sequel to The Season. Since there are many characters, backstories, and subplots that I won't be able to fully explain in the first few chapters, I strongly recommend you read The Season first!***

An unnamed genius protagonist is heartbroken from a crude breakup with her boyfriend only to die prematurely by saving a child from an oncoming truck. Her death was a mistake in heaven. So she was reincarnated into a different world, but in the body of the Villainess of the world of Shining Hearts. The book that her friend convinced her to read that one time. With the thought of the terrible end that she could in the encounter, she diverts from the original plotline to avoid all the capture targets and the two-faced heroine and live out a successful and long life.

The world? Ha! Even hell and heaven fear her! Teufel was a notorious terrorist well-known for her ruthless nature. The government was already at its wits trying to catch her but for naught. While enjoying the peak of her achievements and fame, her soul suddenly transmigrated to an otome game she never even played. Reincarnated: "You have death flags on every route because of the heroine!" Teuful: "Haha! Then that makes it easy, let's just kill the heroine. Problem solved! I'm a freaking genius." *smirks* Reincarnated: *facepalm*... Author's Notes: Credits to gumicatkiller (she's an artist in tumblr) for her art which I used as a book cover. WARNING: This story contains violence, cursing and some offensive words to several culture/religion which may not be suitable to some audiences.

Alex Nightshade is a criminal, a former worker for multiple mobs in different cities until she ends up in Gotham looking for a job with another mob thinking that the most crime filled city in the world should have one. While there, she accidentally gets mixed up with the Joker, a notorious Gotham City criminal that is feared by all and unpredictable. The Joker and her strike up a deal in order to save her life, the one problem is she can't help but get intrigued by the Clown Prince; And he can't help but get intrigued by her too. This book is rated Mature Heath Ledger Joker x OC All Rights Reserved || Possible CC if permission is requested

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox