What happens when a bunch of killers are forced to live together? BATTLE OF THE KILLERS is a reality show that follows Betinia Woods, a girl kidnapped and forced to live in an underground bunker with twelve other killers. The bunker is equipped with hundreds of cameras and microphones that follow the killers every move. Every week, the killers must participate in challenges and other activities to gain points. The four killers with the most points get to leave the bunker. How do you get the most points? By killing the other contestants. ↬ Winner of over ninety Wattpad Awards ↬ First Draft

We all know about the legendary love story of Romeo and Juliet. We all wish to have a love as pure as theirs, and we all give their examples as the star crossed lovers. But have we ever thought that what if what happened with them, happened with us too? When Ryan Hunt meets Julia Garfield, sparks fly and romantic music plays in the background. But then, as if in some Shakespeare's play, their love is put to test. They are forced to get separated. Their love is forced to fade. Will they survive all that? Or will love actually will turn out to be a dream?... a child of an idle brain? •Based on Taylor swift's 'love story' (Updated when ever I want)

FEATURED STORY | Creators Program For three years, Tess and her friends have been on the run from a deceitful, authoritarian government. Finally, they discover the reason why, but the answer will change everything - for them and the world. Suggested for fans of The Hunger Games, Divergent, Uglies, and The Maze Runner. The Unknown is a fast-paced YA action & science fiction story with intense twists and turns to keep you on the edge of your seat for the entire ride. cover by @chemistric

!!COMPLETED!! Ever wanted to read every wattpad story ever made in a few clicks? No? Well, I wasn't asking you. ... Yes? That's what I thought. Well, here you are! Every book genre, story, and scenario covered in the hallowed digital pages of the is e-book. Read at your own risk, I do not take responsibility for any life scarring that may ensue. WARNING! This book is extremely sarcastic and may hurt your feelings irreparably. I'm sorry. (You would not believe how much auto-correct I used to write this summary. I'm pathetic. Ha. Ha.)

"If you didn't love me in the first place then you shouldn't have married me." She said, her heart sinking knowing that she didn't have a place in his heart. "Do you think I wanted to?" He spoke, turning his face to the side looking at her over his shoulder. "If it wouldn't have been for Zain then I wouldn't have ever!." He stated. She didn't knew how she could muster up so much courage to stride towards him and turn him by holding his hands as she made him face her. Standing on her tiptoes she was a bit his level as she caught hold of his collars. "Tell me you're lying. Tell me that it wasn't just for Zain. Tell me you're doing this because you're angry with me. Tell me that's it's all a lie!" She exclaimed at the end, her tears rolling down her cheeks freely. He looked at her for a second before he caught her hands which were on his collar and removed them, and holding her wrist, he turned it behind her back as he fiercely pulled her closer to him, his eyes staring deep into her. "Even if I am, you have lost the right to ask me that." He stated coldly. "Why!" She exclaimed. "Why did you behave so sweet with me all this time, when you had already planned to end this relation. Why did you filled this void life of mine with happiness and joy. You should have just let me be!" Her eyes held the anger and pain which her heart was feeling. "Just to let you know how it feels to be betrayed." With that said, he let go of her and moved back. *** The only things that mattered in Shumail Ibrahim's life were his friends and his work. His life was pretty normal until she entered his life. He met her suddenly just like that and with just a single look he had fallen for her deeply. Everything seemed magical and to anyone who saw them happy together seemed it was destiny that brought them together. But was it really destiny that played it's game or the mastermind was actually someone else?? Find out in Dear Shumail...Please try to forgive me.

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"You won't block me right?" "If this is fake, If this is a prank, I swear, stranger ! I'll not only block you but will kill you through this very chat!!!!" A story of a girl who met a random stranger and her life completely changed. Please share, vote and comment. You precious comments matter a lot to me:) TW: themes and depression and abuse are discussed in the story. For mature readers only.

In the world of magic there are only two options: learn control, or risk becoming the one thing everyone fears. On the anniversary of her parents' death Mara Collins must face more than her own grief; she must face a hidden world. When a series of accidents over the past eleven years leads to her discovery of witches and magic, Mara must make the decision to leave her life behind in order to hone her new abilities or stay and risk the chance that her powers could rage out of control. When people discover Mara is a descendant of one of the most powerful witches in history, they start to believe Mara will follow in her ancestor's footsteps. No pressure, right? Not everyone is excited to hear of Mara's potential power, and some even want to stop her. With a Fae for a roommate, a witch for a mentor, and a Werewolf Prince for a friend everything seems to be looking up. But when friends turn to enemies, who can Mara go to for help? who can she trust? Will she be able to control her powers before they turn her into the one thing everyone fears?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.