***FINISHED! AND FULLY UPLOADED*** "Your friend was right," the villain says, tilting her chin towards the moon. My mouth's on autopilot now as I mentally uncurl from the fetal position. "Uh, first, why do you know my friends? Second, about what?" Her eyes light up like jack-o'-lanterns. "You're adorable when you're scared out of your mind." ***Now a Wattpad featured story*** Having superpowers is awesome, unless you're Angelos Fibbs. When a kidnap attempt leaves him with incredible superpowers and a price on his head, this one-liner-loving dork must choose: hurt or be hurt. Supervillain or damsel in distress. He's a lover, not a telekinetic black-leather-wearing killer, and he wants to keep it that way. The fates of his best friends hang in the balance, and if he can't face his biggest fears, he'll become a pawn to a powerful underground whose dark intentions could destroy his city, and possibly, the world. Life just got messy for the clean-freak super. WARNING: Mild swearing, and a 'spit' load of dorky alternatives. Nerdy humor, cliffhangers, plot twists, fights, and a love triangle so complex it's more or less a love blob. May cause spontaneous shipping. Also includes enough Star Wars references to make George Lucas cringe. Read at your own risk. COMPLETE *** Highest ranking #1 in Adventure on July 8, 2016

SEQUEL TO LOVING A VILLAIN There were sparks when we met, but not the kind that you would think. One look at him quite literally knocked me out. Seriously. I was unconscious. He was not some shining hero on a white horse, who swooped in and saved the day. No he put the Hero's head through a wall and laughed. Overall, he and I are a complete shit show. Complete. Shit show. He isn't nice. Or kind. Or hell, even legally decent. And he sure as hell isn't sane. Through all his shitty qualities, the villainous attitude, and even all the multiple attempts on my life. I fell for the villain of the century. My damn luck. Blue Doom. But did we get the semi-happy ending? Or at least the one you're suppose to get when you end up with the villain of the story. But no. I get the short stick. He's nothing I ever imagined, but everything I'll ever need. I already fell in love with the villain, now its time for me to save his crazy ass.

Heroes. Ever since they showed up, people have gone soft. They're adored, worshipped. Devotion is showered upon them like rain. It's about time someone knocks them off that pedestal they stand on, someone to crush their pillars of faith. Someone like me. A villain. It's perfect. I'll be the undoing of heroes. ≠ disclaimer: very much needs to be edited, very much needs to be less corny and very much needs to be entirely rewritten by me. if you approach it as a goofy, corny, old 2015-esque superhero book then it'll be a great time. i'll be honest and say there are no pulitzers here. completed ✓ highest rank in sf: #9 cover: @narwhelly

"Don't call me a villain, that's so bourgeois." I, Declan, am not a villain. It's so bourgeois. Like, what makes a villain? The costume? The laugh? The moustache? Well, I don't have any of those, at least, not the moustache. I am what you can call an 'Anti'. No, not the anti-hero, it's still got the word hero. Why's everything got to be so black and white? For example, the media seems to believe that if you're the one going against the person who likes to rescue cats from trees, you spend every waking moment only doing that; plotting their demise. Well, newsflash, I'm actually a human being! I have obligations! I do my own laundry, my own shopping, my own cooking! We don't all have little henchman, idiots. So, as a way to prove the media imbeciles wrong, you get to follow my exploits in the modern world. But don't worry, there's more destruction than you might think. epic cover was made by @hestians

"I wanted to be a hero once. I once wanted to be the adored idol of the masses who everyone could count on to save the day," I admit. He continues to look at me expectantly, as if what I was about to say was tantamount to knowing the many secrets of the universe. If only my past hopes were the secrets of the universe then maybe I wouldn't disappoint. "But then I realized that it was impossible," I continue. "A true super-hero was something I could never be, not even if I tried with all my might or even if I wanted it more than anything else in this entire world." Though his face is masked one thing stands out clear as the day; piercing emerald eyes that seem as if they're staring right through me. As if they're staring right into me. I don't dare move under his gaze, as if hypnotized and frozen in place, just like the very first time, until I'm snapped back into reality when a question leaves his mouth. "Why is that?" His gaze doesn't leave me. If anything, it intensifies. I can't tell whether this is a part of his power or not, but either way it holds me down as if I couldn't leave--as if I didn't wan't to leave. So I don't, instead, I answer his question with a truth he cannot escape from. A truth he cannot twist against me nor deny. Why can I not be a true superhero, he wonders. Why? "Because a 'true super-hero' can save everyone." All rights reserved. ©Sierra-Night 2016-2017

When you're a teenage undercover as a part-time superhero you have three options: You can pull on the nerd/geek high schooler or a bad boy/outcast type of high schooler. There's always the bystander, but that's never any fun. Whatever fits you most. I definitely fell into the category of a bad boy/outcast. I've always been a bit 'intimidating', so they say, even before I got my powers. So I stuck to it. Besides, who would ever think that the bad boy is actually a superhero? Apparently, a certain someone, Jenna Davison if we're going to be specific, the good girl somehow caught on to my little alter ego. And well that kind of turned both of our lives upside down, inside out, and just backwards!