"There were dozens of papers with complex numerical and alchemical figuring on them and even a piece of stationary that began with 'my beautiful one' in Sebastian's cramped handwriting. She spared a moment to wonder who on Earth Sebastian's beautiful one could be - Clary hadn't thought of him as someone who ever had romantic feelings about anyone.„ where Serena Aldergreen isn't Sebastian's beautiful one, but the one that teaches him the real meaning of beauty.

unfortunate personal diary about all things regarding my life. - has no relevance to the movie!

"my body is a canvas and this blade is a paintbrush." where park jimin is suffering from depression, and his band members are blind to his misery. or so he thought. containing the following ships: • jikook • namjin • sope lower case intended. warnings: depressive thoughts self hate self harm eating disorders suicide attempt wait how the hell did it get to #1 on jikook-

all she ever wanted was to be apart of the galaxy. it was alone and never judged, it had beautiful colors and phenomenal facts. little did she know ; her freckles were like stars that dotted across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheeks that created constellations. her eyes were a dark purplish-blue with a twinkle that made them look like the galaxy themselves. her soft voice would spin around your brain like the orbit of the planets around the sun. and her habits were phenomenal facts one person in particular always took note of. she didn't think she was important but she was so much more than star dust. she was moon dust. [ Copyright ©2017 by carolineeclark All Rights Reserved. ]

When (y/n) comes face to face with Park Chanyeol, the school bully who everyone has their eyes on. They immediately clash because of their sour personalities. Little does (y/n) know, Chanyeol was waiting for the right moment to steal her heart. Cover by: http://my.w.tt/UiNb/IHuW2jbCJD

What would you do if you were sent across the country to go to an all boys school as a social experiment? Well, for Delilah Blackwell- or Lila - this became an all too real experience. Lila is the definition of good girl: Super smart, nice, funny, pretty, sporty, the list goes on. So what happens when the good girl is flown across the country to go the prestigious Oakleaf High? The catch: Oakleaf is an all boys school and she is now the government's new social experiment. And to make things even more chaotic for her, Lila catches the eyes of both Golden Boy; Matt Davon and Bad Boy; Blake Walden. Throw in her haunted past, a perfect Golden Boy, a troubled Bad Boy and a whole lot of drama and chaos becomes the least of her worries. Read to find out how Lila will manage to keep some normality in a newfound hectic life, whilst trying to be anything but The Social Experiment. Sounds really bad but give it a shot!!

Imagine being stood up by a date and a stranger walks upto you yelling, "I'm sorry I'm late babe!" and the stranger so happens to be Jeon Jungkook, the popular formula one racer!

<A Wattpad Featured Story> We've never actually met but our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we sing duets when we shower at the same time. Highest Ranking: #1 Chicklit #76 in Chicklit 4/13/18 #21 Chickit 4/14/18 #1 Chicklit 4/17/18 Please note: the author wrote this at the age of thirteen as something for fun, please, do not take anything too seriously as nobody is under any obligation to read this.

On the subway at midnight, there's a girl with an empty notebook and a boy with a face worth drawing. Commissioned entry by Hulu. Alex Light © All Rights Reserved 2019

"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.