"Just be happy." Sure. Tell a dead person to just be alive. They'll magically resurrect. Right? Of course. *** Rain splattered like paint on my shirt. Or perhaps they were tears. Or both. Either way, I didn't care. My glasses were foggy and droplets decorated the lenses as if trying to make this tragic scene look like a beautiful melancholy. I scoffed. There was nothing beautiful about standing on a ledge, head empty and eyes tired, ready to fall into an endless sleep. "Stop," a voice whispered, a whisper that somehow sounded louder than the sound of my pounding heart, louder than the sound of the thundering rain, yet was so vulnerable, as if their life depended on my decision. And I did. I don't know why, but I stopped. Something, in that voice, made me feel... home. I did not turn back and look at who it was, for I feared I might not feel the same after I did. Instead, I shut my eyes and ran. I ran. From the voice, from the past, from everything, I ran. And now I was here. With a new life. Where no one knew a thing about me, or my past. Or so I thought. *** WINNER of Watties Retry Awards in the category Undiscovered Emeralds. [04. 06. 2018.] RUNNER UP in the Blue Rose Awards May 2019 in Teen Fiction. [12.06.2019] Previously titled 'Papercuts.' TW: Deals with sensitive topics such as mental illnesses, eating disorders, sexual abuse, self-harm & suicide. THIS ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS COVER WAS MADE BY @sonderless *lowercase intended in title. BEST RANKS: #1 in #stopmentalhealthstigma #2 in #roadtorecovery #3 in #mentalhealthawareness #4 in #discoveringyourself #4 in #freementalhealth #7 in #growth #25 in #freementalilness #25 in #suicideawareness #161 in #mentalhealth #wefighton #savethesuicidal Copyright © 2019, lifeaskashvi. All rights reserved.

After a tragic accident that deforms her features, and a betrayal by her best friend. Isobel, doesn't think she can ever feel anything remotely close to happiness again, till she is reunited with an old friend. A|N This was written for the Valentine contest. // unedited // completed Say no to plagiarism❌

When orphans vanish, Nick Sperry takes on the case. What do the missing children have in common? IQ's higher than Einstein's. P.I. Nick Sperry investigates the disappearance of Sidney Ryder. Nick's girlfriend, Melissa, brought the child to Sunshine Children's Home, D.C. eight years ago. Nick isn't fooled when the federal orphanage claims to have no record of Melissa's son. As an ex-CIA agent, Nick understands the immoral capabilities of the US government. Fueled by his suspicion, he discovers Sidney isn't the only lost orphan. Moreover, an unidentified man claiming to be their uncle took the children away from their foster families at a very young age. Meanwhile, Dr. Jack Kerwin begins to work with Tabula Rasa, a highly effective think-tank based out of the Center for Interactive Research and Solutions, or CIRAS. Under the direction of Tabula Rasa, Jack's research on childhood leukemia could save countless lives. But, his enthusiasm recedes when he notices strange things lurking behind the center's shiny walls.

*FEATURED* Ao is a wrathful, ravenous former god trapped in a human body and sentenced to roam the Inner Empire for all eternity. Eternity is rather dull, until she meets a green-eyed prince and his friends. The prince offers her a deal; help him and she can get revenge on the ones who stripped her of her godhood. Sounds like a good offer right? But with the prince's offer comes danger, deceit, and enough almond pudding to drown a dragon. Oh well, at least eternity isn't dull anymore. *~*~*~*~*~* Recommended for ages 16+. Contains some mature themes that may not be appropriate for younger readers (violence, language, suicide, non-explicit intimacy). Beautiful cover drawn and designed by @RiaNorton! Featured Aug 10, 2018. Thank you Wattpad ❤️ Wattys long list. Sept 1, 2018. 😱 Best Female Protagonist Sass Awards 2019 🏆 Best Action/Adventure Novel Black Cat Awards 2019 🥉 Best Fantasy Novel Fiction Awards, Shortlisted Best Fantasy Novel Pantheon Awards 2020🥇

Violet knew she would hate Prince Damien for the rest of her about-to-be-cut-really-short life, the moment she laid eyes on him. He stood towering over her shivering form, with a heavy sword pressed against her throat. His eyes, a piercing blue and unnervingly beautiful, were cold and impassive..........as though he were about to simply, squash a bug under his boot and not behead a girl right there on the muddy forest floor. Damien thought he had just one purpose in his life...to serve the Elf God. The instructions had been clear, and he was prepared to lay down his life to complete this perilous mission. What he wasn't prepared for....was an evil green-eyed witch who evaded capture at every turn and never missed an opportunity to remind him that the kingdom's most feared warrior-prince had his virginity very much intact.