❝You're sleeping with your professor, aren't you?❞ . . . An accident leaves Elreda Adair riddled with guilt and the town with rumours. She leaves home to have a new start, in a city she isn't known. She intends on laying low as she attempts to block out the demons from her past. Her efforts, however, go to waste the moment she catches the eye of her literature professor, Archer Kane. Archer takes it upon himself to help her with class and their literature novel. The more time they spend together, the further they stray away from a student-teacher relationship, entering dangerous waters. As the sparks between them ignite, things take an enigmatic turn when little discrepancies with the novel catch Elreda's attention. Elreda learns that Archer knows more about her than he lets on and the attractive professor facade may have just been a mask to cover his true intentions. warning: some sexual content! [word count: 50 000- 60 000 words] [Highest Ranking - #1 in Shortstory] Started, 21 Aug 2018 Ended, 08 Oct 2018 © softaura cover by: @marvelity

The largest collection of two and one sentence horror stories on watt pad. Cover by @wordgirlalways

On the highest peak of Mount Olympus where the sky touches the earth and the clouds hover over their heads like halos. They bleed nothing but ichor. With pomegranate-stained fingertips and ambrosia pursed lips, out of pure boredom, the five greek gods pondered on a means to pass the time. What will satiate their blood-thirsty lust? The answers lies behind a diabolical game of depravity and corruption. all rights reserved ©wreckeds

Half-glass full and cynical Calista Dames can sketch out her life in a series of plans, predictions and preparations. She's the girl who knows what she's doing and where she's going, the girl with all the questions answered, the girl with a foundation and a structure of her whole life because she has it all figured out. But when she meets Flynn, a brown-eyed Dutch-Indian boy with a thousand-year-old soul, everything around her comes crashing down. And nothing is ever the same ever again. For people who never belonged because sometimes you need to be a little lost so you can be found again. And sometimes, that's everything you need.

oh, romeo!

Sick of cliché Wattpad books? Then this isn't the book for you. We take every single over-used plot, character and trope on Wattpad - from player-meets-nerd to my-boyfriend-is-a-vampire - and mash it all into one, awful, hilarious parody. NOTE: This is a parody. Characters have not been created to mock a race/nationality/sexuality, they have been created to lightly poke fun at the way certain teen fiction writers reduce them into crude stereotypes. Thanks for helping this pile of junk get to #1 in Humor!

Adele knows she witnessed a murder - what she doesn't know is just how personal it is. ***** A girl was brutally murdered in the basement of a sorority house in spring 2011. Adele Theroux thinks she saw the killer - and the killer definitely saw her. What she doesn't know is why this all happened and who this guy is. As she tries to solve the mystery from a distance while in witness protection, the connections keep getting weirder and more personal. Might she be able to relate to the killer in a way that no one else can? And what does that mean about her own psyche? *2019 Watty Award for Mystery/Thriller* [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

A Wattpad Editors Choice. Tearing away all the papers of a bulletin board brings Edward Ruiz face to face with Adam Yuan, a young man who disappeared six years ago when he was only fourteen. Directly after, Edward is overtaken by a voice inside his head - a voice claiming to be that of Adam himself. Dragged into a nightmare he thinks he has nothing to do with, Edward's world is overcome by grisly hallucinations and shady dealings with the FBI who are questioning the medical agency he works for. Adam is pleading for his help so that he might finally escape his captor. All the while, a timer is set above both of their heads - and it's counting down fast. Cover created by: @CLAYTONMKHIZE

It was always the same bench, at the same time, every single day. Why? What was he waiting for?