A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Keeping cool during the heat of the summer, Jack Frost is content "chilling out" in the constantly snowy Ice mountains of northern Russia. A patch of land once known as Arendale over a thousand years ago. He stumbles upon a beautiful girl, unconscious and frozen in an icy tomb. Meanwhile, a thousand years prior, the country is at war with the barbaric Viking race, with the queen Presumed dead, Anna is reluctantly crowned. The city has fallen once more into endless winter. A winter, some say will last for a thousand years.

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When Jack Gibson becomes infected with The Red Plague, turning him into a so-called Zombie, his life suddenly gets complicated. Kara, his cheerleader girlfriend, dumps him. Then, after a Zombie riot, his mother decides the city is too dangerous and drags him back to Osborne, the hick town where she grew up. Things go from bad to worse as Jack learns the town is being run by Garret Sweeney, a psychotic preacher with the hots for his mother. As it turns out, the preacher has a few secrets of his own, and will stop at nothing to get his way... not even murder. When Jack discovers that rock music helps him think more clearly, things start to look up for him and he even decides to help some of the other Zombies at his new school. But he can't seem to win for losing, because it only gets him in more hot water with Garret. How long can Jack hide his secret? Who can a Zombie trust? Will he be able to stop Garret before it's too late? Find out the answers to these questions and much, much more, as Jack struggles to hold on to his humanity and save the people he loves. Note From Author: Hi, Thank you for checking out my book! There's so much to read on Wattpad, and I am grateful for all of the support that I've received. I've tried to bring something a little different to the zombie genre, and I hope you enjoy Jack's story. If so, please consider voting, commenting, and sharing with your friends using the "Share" option that is available for all Wattpad books. It took many many hours to write Zombie Rock. Your feedback and support is what makes it all worthwhile. You Rock! :-)

Story = completed ✅ The life of a teenager is never easy. Especially when you are the only existing female vampire, you've never met your dad and your own mother is scared of you. That's Demona's life in a nutshell when she arrives at Supernatural Boarding School. Demona tries to find her own way in a world full of vampires, werewolves, witches and fairies. She soon befriends two guys, completely different from each other. One is the shy, sweet Simon, who happens to be the only existing male fairy. The other is the dangerous yet compelling Eros, who is a vampire in the darkest sense of the word. While she battles with her feelings for both guys, she discovers she is connected to both of them through an emotional bond. In the meanwhile, Demona also has to keep up her grades, stay out of detention, make new friends and figure out what's up with the special class she, Simon and Eros are invited to join. Sounds hard to do for a seventeen year old girl, whose supernatural powers are still developing? It sure is. With Supernatural Boarding School, you are in for an exciting, bumpy ride with a big portion of bad-ass romance. Note: this story has been published through Self Publishing. Keep in mind that the Wattpad version is only the first draft! For the polished version without the many mistakes, buy a copy! Where can you order a copy, you ask? Please use Create Space, because they give me more royalties! Create Space: https://www.createspace.com/4799393 On Amazon (but they barely give me any royalties). Don't hesitate to message me about where to buy it! Please like this story on Facebook and stay tuned about developments in the series: https://www.facebook.com/SupernaturalBoardingSchool

Hannah is trapped in an abusive marriage, but when she inherits her Grandmother's cookbook she discovers a recipe for revenge.

Tell me something, do you live in a nice small safe town? Yeah? Thought so, Have you ever wondered what's really there though? No? Thought that too, be careful with your about to read. this information is...delicate. It's not easy being me, actually, if I were to be more Acurate, It's not easy....Being a Winchester

Everything was perfect. Until the Full Moon's light shattered her world.

Rory Wade is terrified of what happens to her when she sleeps. One morning, she wakes up to find bruises and scars covering every inch of her body. She doesn't know what's happening, but suspects it has something to do with her father's disappearance, which happened at the same time she started developing her sleepwalking symptoms. And then she meets Seth, the mysterious boy who walks with purpose and may have all the answers to her questions. Her idea of reality is shattered when her world collides with that of four teenagers who call themselves "Dream Crashers." They fight a war against demons who pray on humans in their vulnerable sleep states, except now they've encountered an enemy they can't face alone. They are interested in Rory because she possesses unique abilities that they can't explain. She discovers a part of herself she never imagined existed and the truth behind her father's disappearance. --- Started March 2014 | Finished September 2014 Parnormal #1 | Action #2 Wattys 2014 Winner for "The Best of Instant Addiction" Beautiful cover made by @Ashihara