One twirl, one moment, and everything changed... She wanted to sway with the wind and experience the breeze. She wanted to be so much more than whispered words of insanity. She was delusional, and her storm was showing no mercy.

Mia Hendricks has spent her life focusing on the one thing she is most passionate about, dancing. When Mia's passion is ripped away from her, her life is turned upside down in more ways than one. There's one person that helps Mia cope, and his name is Charlie. Highest rank - #1 in Charlie Puth

"Wait, let me get this straight," she says, her voice rising. "You want me to get fat?" Alexander's face remains impassive. "Pregnant. So, yeah." Cara stares at him, searching for signs of a head injury or a hidden camera crew. Finding neither, she decides this must be his twisted form of revenge. "You're going crazy," she announces, grabbing her bag. "I'm leaving." She's halfway to the door when his words stop her cold. "Half a million dollars," Alexander says calmly. "Use it for your mom's treatment. The rest? I don't care what you do with it." Cara stops to she process his words. ~~~ What happens when the billionaire meets one of the craziest girl on the planet? Well, for sure there's gonna be; Publicity stunts, hilarious arguments, forced proximity, Fake relationships, and many more. But is there gonna be love? There's only one way to find out..... I assure you 100% humor,100% romance,100% crazy. WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Cover by: @quirksofchole

She lay on her bed, blood seeping through her skin, a fractured rib. She knew there would be no doctor, no way for anyone to find out. She knew she would not be saved. From the outside, Isabelle Thompson had the perfect family. A protective brother, a hard-working father and a nurturing mother. Everyone knew who they were, and everyone knew they wouldn't kill a fly. But they had a secret, and big fat juicy one too. Isabelle was always quiet. She never spoke, she always wore dark clothing, and she had no friends. It was easier that way. No one would find out, no one knew her. Until a bright sparkle of Adam Black came fluttering into her life. Always remember: 'Stay hidden, and remain unseen.' - (Trigger Warning) All rights reserved to Elyse-ri © 2017 Completed Happy reading :)

After a car accident leaves Kaden Bretton temporarily blind, Isla Moore struggles to break up with him while disguised as his girlfriend, who died in the crash. ***** Isla Moore has been in love with Kaden Bretton since he taught her how to slow dance on her sixteenth birthday. Now, four years later, she jumps at the chance to help him after a terrible car accident leaves him temporarily blind -- by agreeing to break up with him while disguised as his girlfriend, Evangeline, so he never has to find out she died in the crash. But will she be able to stick to the plan even after he starts falling for her? Or will the truth about her identity and the reason she lied to him destroy their chance at forever? ***** Cover by @lydiahephzibah.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled amongst my hair trail down to my cheekbones, the caresses like the fine strokes of a paint brush that gave colour to my skin. "But next time." His eyes of hellfire narrows, reflecting the features of a iolite-eyed mortal, and crimson lips pull back over sharp canines. "I might not be as easy to tame." ■What happens when the greek god of the Underworld becomes the 'Grumpy Patient' to a kind hearted mortal, burdened by a curse untold, and a gift unrivalled.■ Slow burn ♡ Update schedule : Every 2 days ◇ #1 - Mythology, #3 - in fantasy, #4 - Humor