Our favourite stories are about heroes, about good triumphing over evil. We want to hear epic tales of selfless people performing great deeds and overcoming insurmountable odds. If that's the kind of story you're expecting, then you'd best get back to whatever alternate dimension you came from. They call me Trig. I'm a bounty hunter. My line of work might not be particularly honourable, but for a cyber-human outcast with a sizable chip on her shoulder (specifically, several thousand microchips) it's the perfect fit. In a galaxy full of pirates, rebels and thieves, an abomination such as myself is considered more machine than girl. My bionic appendages make me the ideal killer, the best you could ever be unfortunate enough to meet. At least, that's what I thought up until the day I made a single, crucial mistake. Now, the inhabitants of some half-baked planet are singing my praises and calling me their saviour. I could get used to this new, cushy lifestyle if it weren't for a pissed-off former employer gunning for both my head and total planetary domination. The fate of the universe hangs in the balance. If ever there was a time for a hero, this would be it. But I already warned you, this isn't that kind of story.

Soulmate AU Annabeth's life was pretty boring. Wake up, go to school, go to sleep, repeat. And of course she was the only one she knew whose soulmate hadn't responded to her. That didn't stop her from trying, though. One day, she finally gets a reply. Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not Rick Riordan. I only own the plot and my OC's.

I curse. What the story is about? It's like a highschool romance with immortals. How I'm going to end it? Find out. Not a fanfiction, I'm just uncreative with names. My editor is my QPP Snailsawesomecake. The main relationships are gay, straight and references to poly relationships between two females and a male

Rosie Alder-Pembrook isn’t planning on letting her ultra-feminist club get shut down due to the senior class council’s budget cutbacks (and to be honest, it’s kind of killing her senior year buzz). But when it seems that the only way to revive it is to strike a deal with the semi-sexist/mostly ignorant Class Council president, Peter Bevan, to help him fix what he broke with ex-girlfriend/real life Barbie doll, Ella Hall, she’s made to wonder if it’s quite worth selling her soul over. And so, alongside her best friend, (who she’s sure wasn’t always this hot) a group of angry teenage feminists, and the outlandishly willing drama department, Rosie embarks on a mission to reclaim her beloved club – at whatever the cost.

Josephine was the daughter to a rich doctor father and trophy wife. She wasn't a socialite like her sister Gwen, she was just shy plain old Josephine. She was the pariah of high society. When her mother sticks her with the job of managing a kissing booth at a stuck up charity event, one kiss from beautiful and popular Olivia Winchester changes everything. All rights reserved to moi. Copyright © 2014 TheGodAthena17 Old Cover by: @jennisonsilverye

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

When the gods are in danger they decide to get help. They search for their long-gone hero Perseus Jackson only to come up with a icy seventeen year old of the myths.

~SHORT STORY~ A Soulmate Au where everything is grey, until you touch. I ran out of both Royal and Soulmate Aus to read, so I decided to write one:) ~I don't really have a cover yet, so just enjoy this beautiful fanart by Linaisbluepancake on tumlr!:) ~I obviously don't own any of these characters (unless I make someone up, but doubt that I will). All rights go to Rick Riordan. ~English isn't my native language, so feel free to correct me.:) Tumblr- @MichelleJackson

DISCONTINUED Sequel to Fading Scars. Just a bunch of Malec one shots to help cope with the feels. I don't know what my life is anymore without Shadowhunters so I guess this is my way of filling in the void after the show has been cancelled.

"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."