Now a digital pilot for SYFY The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

She's not crazy. Just a little eccentric. Penny Rosemary, your typical nerd who caught herself a bit of trouble near the end of the school year when she beat the crap out of her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She's not a violent person. Really. But that's what everyone thinks of her as and Penny just can't help but feel indifferent about her situation when she's got all of her attention on the new girl in town. She's bad. She's mean. She's tough. And she has a glare that can pierce right into Penny's heart. And the best part of it all is that the bad girl has taken resident in Penny's house. Now that's crazy. A classic nerdxbadgirl duo, only that Penny isn't your classic nerd and might leave a trail of chaos along the way. --------- -Warning! This book contains explicit language and dark/disturbing themes and elements! Reader's discretion is advised! -Slow burn -------- Anyways, first time making an original story so have fun reading and thanks for giving the story a try! (Began writing on July 2019--First upload on December 2019--Completed on December 2020) -------- Highest Rankings: #1 Lesbian (4/10/2020) #6 girlxgirl (4/13/2020) #3 highschool (4/23/2020) #1 psycho (6/3/2020)

A writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi

Carmilla Karnstein has been living in Paris for the past few years. In all those years of exploring the city, she has found a few spots to read and waste time people-watching. Sometimes she laughs at tourists. It's on a beautiful spring day that one of those tourists catches her eye. They meet at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and neither can let the other go. A story of the ancient Carmilla Karnstein set in the modern day Paris where she meets her match. Also published on AO3

"now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it." - girl x girl laura/carmilla, carmilla

WINNER OF READERS CHOICE AWARDS 2020 (Historical Fiction) Stone hearts. Silver to gold. And the fierce need to prove oneself. [THIS STORY IS PENDING MAJOR EDITS TO CHARACTERS AND PLOTS]. Sequel: Silver Skies Highest ranks: #1 in Arabia || #3 in History || #51 in Assassin || #90 in Spiritual

Imagine if your life turned into a game! You could see the power levels of people and your life became a series of quests. That is what happens to Ravi Sharma. His Superpower is called "The Gamer". Ravi is a King but he doesn't know it. There are 9 other people just like him that have their own superpowers. All of them fighting for a 'gift' sent from the heavens. Ravi has to level up and fast, if he has any hopes of staying alive in the battle that is about to take place; 'The Battle Of The Ten Kings'. He has to remember that every great gamer was once a 'N00b'... *Warning - This story is not based on the webtoon/manhwa 'The Gamer'. It is an original story. The characters are different, the plot is different. Not a fan fiction.

How can someone think silently when the other side of them is constantly listening?

I stood there, watching, as she ran her fingers through the knots of my soul.

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.