UNDER MAJOR EDITING AND REVISION. CHANGES TO THE STORY LINE IS PROBABLE. "You are going to listen and do as I say-" she cuts him off, "You do not own me so you have no right to order me around" He looked at her with a grin "Actually I am your boss so if you don't listen to me I am going to fire you and make sure you don't get a job anywhere." She knew better than to actually open her mouth. Alexander Delucas is known to be ruthless, arrogant and heartless billionaire having girls after girls. To him love is just a foolish feeling that makes someone weak and he believes that he is never going to fall in love ever. Sierra Blooms is an innocent and simple girl who used to be a nobody in high school and we cannot say that much has changed. She is still the simple girl who is waiting for the perfect guy who will cherish her. But what will happen when those two meet? Fireworks? #204 in romance [03 April 2017] #180 in romance [04 April 2017] #126 in romance [09 April 2017]

I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you're okay with reading the above subjects. In short, this book isn't for everyone. Just read the tags. But if you're interested, please continue forth and enjoy this emotional ride. And lowercase is intended. | #1 in poetry - Apr. 21st, 2016 #2 in poetry - Mar. 24th, 2016 #3 in poetry - Mar. 13th, 2016 #4 in poetry - Mar. 7th, 2016 #8 in poetry - Feb. 24th, 2016 | Fiction Award Winner for Poetry 2016 |

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

What would you do if you could make someone else see anything that your mind could conjure up? Would you make them see their long dead grandmother? The Devil? Or would you replace their entire sense of reality and put them in a totally bizarre dreamscape that you control. Crowley has this special gift. He doesn't know why he has it or how he got it, but he has it just the same. First he learned that he could interface with people and access their memories like looking through an old scrapbook. Then he learned that he could alter a person's sense of reality. He can use his gift to scare someone to death if he wants to; and he really wants to, it gives him a certain kind of rush. He prefers his victims to be a certain type of person though, someone who deserves to die, like his sexually abusive grandfather. That was his first victim. Getting someone to kill themselves gives him his rush, but it is addicting like a drug, and the more he does it, the stronger his desire is to do it again, and again, and again. He calls himself a Hallucination Architect or simply a Hallucitect. Mature Content (Ages 17+) Contains frequent use of strong language and depictions of violence and sexual situations.

"When I was born I was so small I was mistaken for a french fry. I was never an ordinary child. My best friend was a seagull. I was also illegal. Artificially intelligent people like me had been banned ever since that thing with the Twelve Elevens. Mother raised me for profit. Buyers and sellers had other plans for me, but then I grew a mind of my own. This is the story of how my brain ended up inside this box." Candles is a black-market, "artificially intelligent person" (or A.I.P., or "ape" in the colloquial sense, as in 'the planet of the'), an organic being, farm-raised on genetically engineered smoothies and destined for auction to the highest bidding criminal enterprise. Gifted with the ability to communicate with foul-mouthed seagulls and ill-tempered felines, this gender-less, age-less, race-less creature has to find its way to escape from the clutches of its mother and other assorted enemies, in this fairly exciting and ultimately utterly unexpected story.