Annabeth, a Lady from the declining polis of Athens, must marry the Heir Apparent of Rome to save her polis and the rapidly expanding world from a threat even the gods couldn't foresee. #931 in fanfiction on 9/28/16. ----- Credit for the lovely cover goes to @shadowsleek. :)

Percy and Annabeth are in for a big adventure in none other than New York City! Hestia calls on the duo to help get the Olympic Torch restored back to its rightful place. Will they make it in time? Read the Torch of Hestia to find out!

Annabeth managed to escape Tartarus and join the seven in the war against Gaea, but Percy was left behind. Now, three centuries later the Doors of Death are opening again and nine heroes descend into the Pit. The events which follow, none of them could have anticipated. Everyone says that time heals all wounds, but Percy knows it leaves only scars. But, Percy supposes, without time he would never have found a place where he truly belonged. Currently being rewritten

He's popular. I have one friend. He's outgoing. I'm quiet. He has a girlfriend. I'm alone. I'm shy and he's purely arrogant. But they say like forces repel and opposites attract. And we're complete opposites. ════════ "Hello, my name is Juliette Hunter and I think you're an asshole" I said to him, turning my body away so I could, once again, try and grab the book I so desperately needed. "Your turn" I added, after a moment of silence, realising that he was too stunned to speak. His recovery was lightning fast however, as he replied with "Hi Juliette, my name is Levi Knight" He paused, allowing his eyes to roam my body, slowly taking me in from head to toe. I looked him in the eyes, defiant in not allowing him to get to me, as my cheeks began to burn. "And I think you could qualify as one of the most beautiful girls I have ever laid eyes on" he continued smoothly. I couldn't think of a smart remark in response to what he had said so I mumbled a "fuck off" before returning to the bookshelf, I was sure my face turned crimson. "Just out of curiosity," Levi continued, now leaning against the bookshelf. I wasn't going to warn him about the fact that it was slowly tipping over. "You're single right?" I wasn't going to tell him that his assumption offended me either. Instead I replied with "Just out of curiosity" I said in a mocking tone "You're single now too, aren't you?" "You're a feisty one, aren't you?" "You're not gonna leave me alone, are you?" I muttered, attempting once more, to grab the book I so badly needed for English. "You're really hot, you know?" "You're really annoying, you know?"

//started November 2, 2019// Training Arena Ramping Dedicated Individuals, Greatest Ravenous Authors Dare Ever SEMIANNUAL bootcamp/wattpadding club for writers - six months prep time, six months run time //ended April 30, 2020//

When Clary is taken from the Institute one night everyone has one idea on who it was... Sebastian. But what if it was someone else, will Jace and the others get there in time to save Clary? And if they do will she ever be the same? (Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters, they come from The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare) SIDE NOTE - I am actually not done the series yet i am only half way through the fourth book so I do not know what happens in the 5th and 6th books therefore I do not know if certain characters are actually dead or something like that Rated PG-13 for some of the violence in it

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

What If the Yule ball was a masquerade ? What if no one knew who anyone was until the unmasking at midnight? What would happen when, 7th year, Draco Malfoy asks masked Hermione Granger to dance not knowing their true identities ? And what would happen at the unmasking once they would be revealed ? Set during 7th year loosely! It's not exactly like the books, it's my own timeline and my own spin. This story was originally on my Instagram and now I'm going to put it on watt pad. I love your comments but don't complain please. Enjoy *THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE BOOKS!!! YES I KNOW THAT ITS DIFFERENT. The plot in the books is usually ignored and rewritten my own way. It is set Seventh year (their last year at hogwarts during the war.) Please stop commenting that my writing is wrong.*