Macy Carter knows there are far scarier things out there than white painted faces and signature red noses on people who clearly have too much time on their hands. The clown craze pranks are running rampant and she could care less, but when she and her friends find themselves beginning the cold night by scouring the woods and ending up at an old abandoned building that's not as deserted as it seems, she slowly finds out what's happening is anything but a regular harmless prank.

[A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY] If you touch your skin with ink, the marks you make will appear on your soulmate's skin too. Those who have this power are known as the Inked. It can be beautiful or dangerous, and for twenty-year-old Archie, it's both, in a very short space of time. As an art student at a prestigious university in London, her hobbies include procrastination, doodling and daydreaming about whoever's writing the words that appear on her skin, and what she'll say when she finally meets him. If she ever does. Now that Inking is illegal, though, it's a risk even talking to him. She's not sure if she's willing to give up everything for a boy she's never met, but she knows that if she doesn't, she'll regret it for the rest of her life - however long that may be. *** ➳ Completed ➳ Best tag rank - #1 in New Love, Future, #2 in Short Story ➳ Best genre rank - #2 in Science Fiction ➳ Featured | 18.05.18 ➳ Featured on the Wattpad Teen Fiction profile ➳ 1st Place Winner in the Stellar Awards 2018 ➳ This book has a mild content warning. Stay safe! ➳ Thank you for reading! © roseways 2019

In every stupid and cliché teen fiction story, there's always the blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm that blonde cheerleader that people think is a complete bitch and acts as the sinister antagonist of the story. Is it my fault that I was born with this hair color or with the blue eyes? Is it my fault that I worked hard to be the leader of the cheer team? And how come there's always this goody-two-shoes who comes in and rains on my parade? Let's list off the criteria: Blonde? Obviously. Blue eyes? Like, as you say, "a reflection of the ocean" Cheerleader? Complete with the uniform. Bimbo? My grades beg to differ. A bitch? I'm not even going to deny it. Antagonist? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that.