Follow Satiah through her college life as she battles to tear herself away from the toilet cubicles and into the real world, stumbling through trying to find her sexuality and herself. **Mature content + mention of depression and self-harming.

Maheen's life has never been awesome. But it wasn't all terrible either. What happens when all that Maheen cares about is snatched from her fingers and she has no one to turn to. Akram's life is as smooth as it could be. If you ignore the constant pestering by his mother to get married that is. What happens when Akram has his eyes on someone, who has made it very clear she doesn't appreciate his presence but he can't just get himself to leave. Read on as fate turns what seemed to be a coincidence into something more. A story of love, hatred, happiness and Sorrow.

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION Island princess Yenni is searching for a way to save her father's life, but a handsome yet infuriating shapeshifting dragon becomes an unexpected distraction. ***** As a princess of the Moonrise Isles, Yenni is all-but-engaged to the prince of a neighbouring tribe. She knows it's her duty to ensure peace for her people, but as her father's illness steadily worsens, she sets out on a sacred journey to the empire of Cresh, determined to find a way to save him at any cost, even though failure could mean the wrath of her gods and ruin for her people. One further complication? On the day she arrives at the Prevan Academy for Battle and Magical Arts, she meets an arrogant dragon shifter who claims she's his "Given", or destined mate. Muscular, beautiful (and completely infuriating), he's exactly the kind of distraction Yenni can't afford while her father's life hangs in the balance. But by rejecting him, is she fighting her feelings -- or her fate?

The raw thoughts of a discontented teen. To say I obsess about the past is an understatement. It takes a long time for me to wrap my head around a relationship after it ends. I'm sitting on the cold hard floor in the bathroom. It's 3:06 in the morning, everybody is asleep and I'm here trying to get through the isolation and depression stage of a breakup. To speed up the process I have my headsets plugged in and I'm listening to melancholy music which is what I normally do when I can't feel or when I've reached the point where I have run out of tears to shed. Call it manufactured grief or the fast food for my sadness.